I hadnʼt thought about it much, but I just paused to realize that my “new” iMac, onto which I am putting these digitalized characters via the Bluetooth wireless keyboard sitting lightly on my lap, is a year old (the not-currently-being-used microphone and MacSpeech Dictate just over four months old). I finished making monthly interest-free payments in early June, as mentioned here already, so my equipment by contemporary electronic standards is pretty ancient.
On the other hand, my old PowerMac 7700 is still in use. I intend to use it today, if thereʼs time this evening, to print a bunch of envelopes for bill-returns (our city services, water and electric, and our private garbage collection donʼt send return envelopes with their bills) as its version of Now Contact and the old GCC Elite 600 printer work better on that job than this new thing and the HP Photosmart 3210 All-in-One (although I think I will learn the right way to put envelopes in the HP printer so it can print them from now on). On the famous third hand, itʼs probably time I emptied the four hard drives attached to that computer and got it ready to donate to the Salvation Army or something like that. The PowerMac, as added onto, features the original 500 MB internal, which seemed huge when I acquired it in 1994, laughingly so today, and three externals of varying sizes, ranging up to 500 gigabytes, also laughingly small today (the new iMac has a terabyte of space on its hard drive, and the external I bought at Samʼs Club for Time Machine back-ups also holds a TB; I have only used less than a quarter of the space on the internal drive, and I have saved essentially everything that I have created or that has come my way this past year, including the initial drafts of many posts and the associated pictures for everything — no stinting or compressing whatsoever… yet).
The old PowerMac no longer has its original processor though, as I replaced it some time after the turn of the century with a much faster one (and even with the narrow bus on that machine, the speed is still pretty good (it made my school iMac, a first generation model, seem pokey until I finally succumbed for my final year to the allure of a newer iMac, the version earlier than the one I now use, the version that convinced me I could live with Mac OS X). Although the replacement/upgrade processor came with very nice, explicit instructions (so unlike any do-it-yourself lighting or shelving or window shade you might buy at a local box store — no naming Wal-Mart here because theyʼre not alone in stocking such pathetically explained stuff), removing the original chip and card and installing the new one was the most high-tech personal accomplishment I have made. Any other repairing/improving I have ever done is really pretty much analog (if that word is still in vogue for “old school,” a phrase I really donʼt accept well).
Regardless, I was simply realizing that my “new” machine isnʼt really new at all. Not in digital years at any rate.
Now if I could convince myself that I need/can afford that Bluetooth headset for which I didnʼt pop when I bought the speech recognition software… Then I would be really cool and up-to-date.
Not at all.