Last week I was approached to write a piece about the iPad. But if you read here regularly, youâ€™ll understand that it’s not something I’d typically do. However, I’m not proclaiming to have uncovered something new or shocking about the product, I just fancied putting a few thoughts down about how I feel about it because someone asked me to.
The original piece I wrote is now up where it should be available here (after said someone changed their mind at the last minute), and is a reasonable assessment of my thoughts on the subject. However, the very idea of writing a piece about Apple (a company about which I have never had any interest in writing about), forced me to look at the brand in a whole new light.
I am, as you may guess, no Apple fan. I have never owned an iPod and I will never own an iPhone. Though the keys I’m currently tapping away at belong to a MacBook Pro, a lot of the posts here were first written in my moleskine (my true creative pallette) then transferred to this page at a later date.
A zealot I am not.
iPods enforce iTunes. iPhones enforce iPods. I donâ€™t like the iProducts, because I like to do things my way. Mine. Not Appleâ€™s.
The Encyclopedia Britannica got me through school. I used to sit and read through the pages, sometimes just for fun. â€˜Letâ€™s see what I can learn todayâ€™ was my daily motto. It was a thing of wonder.
When I look at the iPad, that is what I see.
Not a great big iPhone, nor a simplified MacBook Pro. Just a small boy, spread out on the lounge floor. With his school books on one side and the iPad on the other, heâ€™s laying there, doing his homework.
For that reason and for that reason alone, I think I might get one.