taking a shower with my macbook pro

It was roughly ten years ago when we became a mac household.  GV and I were both enamored with Apple products well before iPhones and iPads were born.  The suggested (required) weekly updates for the windows operating system and never-ending updates for the anti-virus software to run windows was becoming way too tedious.  Enough was enough already.  Apple’s products were not so widely used, not nearly enough distribution to satisfy a hackers’ desire for widespread virus chaos.  After being lifelong pc users,  we were immediately happy with the switch, never looking back or ever again wanting a windows system.

Of course, it helped having an Apple store and team of geniuses nearby.  We spent some time educating ourselves to the idiosyncrasies of a different, yet intuitive system.  Computers are how most of us manage a good part of our lives.  Given the amount of time we stare at digital monitors, it helps to work with something you like.

In 2006, a couple of years after the switch, Apple launched a beautiful new portable machine called macbook pro.  I was no pro, but I was hooked when I saw the sleek, elegant, and fast (inside and out) machine.  So I bought the 17-inch model.

Three years is about the life expectancy for computers.  You might stretch it to five, but you’d settle for being behind the curve.  Within a year, the technology world evolves a generation.  After three years, even if your computer works perfectly, you are a minimum of three generations behind.  When you buy electronic devices, the best thing is to mentally amortize it over three years max.  Two would be better.  After all, nothing lasts forever, especially computers.

The 17” pro lasted just three years before the memory board fried.  I could have had it repaired, but the cost didn’t justify investing in a fix that would at best, leave me three generations behind.  It was tough shelving my go-just-about-everywhere companion. Because my personal information was stored in the hard drive, I tucked it away where it stayed until two weeks ago.

Enough time had gone by.  After five years in the darkness, I brushed off the mothballs.  It was time to purge.

Old private information is still private.  So not wanting to throw that information into the street with the hardware, I needed to make sure it was unreadable.  I wanted to prevent someone from stealing the brains, or the heart.  I could have paid a local shop to do a digital lobotomy, but it didn’t make sense investing in something I was discarding, so I decided to do the surgery myself.  I didn’t really know what I was doing or the difference between the parts, but since electronics don’t do well with water, I decided to open it up and take it into the shower with me.

After bathing myself, I treated the Mac Pro by letting it soak for an hour or so in a bath of sweet smelling organic shower gel suds.  If computers could feel good in a bath, this one looked the part.

For good measure, after its thorough soaking I drizzled local dark honey over anything that looked important.  A tablespoon of nutritious honey will do wonders after an hour in the spa.  The battery was recycled, but the balance of the machine was super clean, wrapped up nicely soaked in sticky nectar, and left on the curb with the rest of the weekend garbage :(.

after its bath, drizzled with honey, getting ready to be wrapped up for the recycle bin.

after its bath, drizzled with honey, getting ready to be wrapped up for the recycle bin.

I’m working on a third generation (non-pro) macbook.  It’s a lovely machine, but it doesn’t match the simple beauty of the initial 2006 model.  For that reason I’ve logged in and filed a fond memory of taking a shower with my macbook pro.

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