Mac Addictions

Tom Coates of plasticbag.org is forced by a new job to go cold turkey from Apple Macs. It's not pretty...

As a result my extended connections to my social network - mediated through my alien stone, my totem computer - continue to atrophy. My sense of what's going on around me is collapsing. I'm no longer sitting at the centre of the Panopticon. Instead I'm peripheral. What is central is the urinal of Windows machinery that, if I am thirsty for information, I must drink from. The internet that squeezes its way through task managers, continual crashing and word processors in browsers is not an internet I'm familiar with. It's an ill-formed, thick and sticky horror - like Roast Lamb gone cold and congealed with fat. Coughed up by a used car salesman.