Three Macs of the 1990s that defined my life and explain the story of Apple

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For much of the twentieth century, the western world seemed to be making progress in the design of its cars. Between the 1910s and the 1980s, each decade offered a radical new look that defined their era, even today (think of the round 40s rims and sharp fins of the 50s).

But the 1990s were different. Cars have become the same matte and reliable steel boxes they are today. If you want to understand the changing world of high-tech at the end of the 20th century, you have to watch what's going on in personal computers.

Apple, in particular, experienced an incredible fall and rise in the 1990s, an evolution that brought the company from boxy desktops to failed laptops to an unusual design that would change the company's fortunes. And myself, a schoolboy without a computer in the north of England at the beginning of the decade, ended it as an Apple journalist for a major American magazine. It's safe to say I would have never made this trip without these three Macintosh computers by my side.

1. The Macintosh IIsi

In March 1994, I bought my first Macintosh – needless to say it was a desktop computer, because there was no other type of Mac at the time – my friend Ed ., Another student. Apple had abandoned the Macintosh IIsi the previous year and was now using the significantly faster model, the Centris Macintosh 610, which Ed – at the head of the nerdi technology I knew at Oxford – wished.

But it was not a time when such things mattered to the consumer. The launch of a new Apple product has not been reported breathless in the newspapers. There were no Apple stores. There was hardly internet. I doubt I heard of the Centris 610 or understood the meaning of the model names. (The "SI" in IIsi apparently meant either "audio input" because it came with Apple's first microphone, or more oddly, "stylish and integrated video".)

Computers were universally regarded as interchangeable beige boxes. (The Macs were off-white rather than beige, but still did not dissipate this idea.) If that could start, it was not obsolete. Ed was selling Ilsi for £ 300. He was throwing in a color monitor, at a time when most were black and white. As John Travolta told Samuel L. Jackson in the best film of that year, examining a mysterious gold-lined suitcase: "Yeah, we're happy."

I had no attachment to Macs before94. When I was a kid, I had a British computer of the occasion, well criticized, called Amstrad. The "computer kitchen" of my college used computers exclusively to access the still obscure Web, on which we surfed the Mosaic browsers via a new search site, Yahoo.com. But there was a handful of Macintoshes at Oxford's venerable weekly student newspaper, Cherwell, where I had just finished a semester as editor, and Ed was our IT guru. It is not an exaggeration to say that they have changed my life.

The Macs have associated with long, foggy nights of cigarette smoke, endless cups of tea and the sounds of Britpop on the radio. They were not connected to the internet, but nobody cared about it. We used them to remove exciting report fragments in Microsoft Word 5.1 (the story is usually delivered in person by the reporter with a 3.5-inch diskette), and then we added the text to Quark Xpress, the best bet program. in page to the world. . I spent too much time editing the photos of our team of snappers in a new program: Photoshop 2.5.

It was a revelation: a handful of editors, a handful of Macs, the tiniest mastery of point-and-click publishing software, and we could produce the essentials of a weekly newspaper in one night.

Naturally, I could not wait to see what I could do with Quark and Word on Ed's Mac. I received an unofficial copy of it on a record of our production manager, who had unofficially copied it from his teacher, who happened to be the internationally renowned biologist and Selfish gene author Richard Dawkins. For the next two years, every time I launch Word, Dawkins' name will appear on my screen as a registered owner. (The statute of limitations has probably been passed, and Dawkins was later unmasked as a notorious Islamophobe, so I do not feel so bad about revealing the hacking now.)

Good things were just a double-click, alluring like a Vegas casino

It soon became apparent that the Macintosh's property was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, I became a more productive writer. Trials, posters, stories and proto-memes have spread. I even started writing poetry. (Charles Bukowski, famous American poet with mainsail, also bought a Mac IIsi and found it considerably improved.His equipment was better.) When President Clinton went to Oxford in June, his helicopters Fight landed in the fields of my college, I thought it would be a good day to change the handwritten diary that I had kept for 13 years in digital format, typing my longest entry so far for the occasion memorable.

On the other hand, as I often lamented in these diaries, the good things were at my fingertips, alluring like a Vegas casino. The screen addiction did not start with the age of the smartphone. The Mac IIsi may have been only 35 megabytes – that's right, kids, I say megabytes – in its hard drive; I still think of that today, every time I download a file that is approximately 35 MB in size. (This is my first Mac, I think, and the download was done in a few seconds.)

But 35MB was more than enough for dozens of small addictive programs, plus some games that have never been surpassed in heroin addiction in my life: Sim City 2000 and the original Civilization.

In fact, I became so addicted Civilization Before my finals, I knew I had to eliminate the problem and clean myself up. So I made a deal with myself: I could play one last night as long as I wanted, but as soon as I went to bed, I had to drag the whole ball. Civ folder in the trash.

Sunrise the next morning found me clicking "next turn," rocking me back and forth, crying tears of fatigue, murmuring "wipe it off me" again and again. I've finally found the strength to hit apple-Q, drag the folder into the trash and empty it.

In a few seconds, Oscar the Grouch came out of the top of the trash icon and sang one of his two common phrases: "Oh, I love garbage" or "I love it because it's garbage".

Because it was the thing about the Issi: it was eminently customizable. You can use your own animated icons, sounds, and GIFs (yes, kids, we had GIFs, you're not special). I've plunged into a bunch of programs on a pile of records that Ed had bequeathed. Soon, my Mac stopped at the sound of Arnold Schwarzenegger: "I'll be back." The first words of hip-hop artist Guru on his groundbreaking 1993 album began. Jazzmatazz – "Peace, yo" – while an app named Bongo Bob was distributing a quote of the day that was often a random line of Grateful Dead lyrics.

Error messages came with a Homer Simpson "oh!" Who, in the '90s, was never hilarious. And constant hilarity was a necessary thing, given the frequency with which his home computer could send error messages at this border time.

Then there was of course the king of screen savers, After Dark, one of the last big applications launched on Mac before its launch on Windows. You may remember After Dark as the one with the flying toasters, but it was more than that: it was bubbles, cracks and blemishes that suddenly filled the screen, playing with our afraid that computers are fragile and can break down at any time. It was also soothing aquariums and fractal trees and many situations with Looney Tunes and Star Trek.

Plus, it was customizable, interactive to a point that shames the current screensavers. If you remember to adjust toast in the screen saver of the toaster flying at your favorite level of toast, then you know that our ability to distract ourselves with minutiae has not started with the Internet.

The following year, I had a CompuServe account and a 56K modem, and suddenly, personal email was something that existed. Meanwhile, Microsoft released the silly ridicule Windows 95 and Apple began its perilous dance in the mid-90s with a lack of relevance that almost killed the company. My next Apple product would show signs of struggle.

2. The PowerBook 190C

It was the immigrant shot with starry eyes, slightly improved. In August 1996, I arrived in New York with two suitcases, a dream and a brand new Apple 5-pound laptop … which was launched the first morning in my new homeland.

The notebook in question was the PowerBook 190C. The C indicated the fact that it had a color screen, because at that time, one could choose cheaper laptops with monochrome productivity screens).

If I had learned anything from my IIsi and its colorful distractions, I would have had to opt for the normal black and white PowerBook. I was enrolled in Columbia University's famous one-year intensive journalism program – a compact nine-month master's degree that did not leave me much time to sleep. A black and white screen would have allowed serious focus on writing, especially when a school friend gave me a record with Civilization above. (Just a game, I reasoned, just take the advantage.)

But the Web represented everything in 1996 and it was an experience more and more colorful. The school maintained the vague idea that its new optional course for new media would require us to publish short videos online; It seemed obvious to me that I should be ready to do it.

The hype of the Dotcom era was beginning to affect everything. I've been seduced by an ad featuring a team of lost explorers in the jungle – but lo and behold, by connecting their laptop to one of these new flip phones, they're on-line and organize a rescue! This was an important factor in my decision to get a PowerBook: very soon, we would be browsing wireless internet, so why plug a beige box on a wall so you can go anywhere?

(In fact, cellular connectivity was not as simple as advertised, WiFi would only be in the mainstream at least 2,000, even then it was a clumsy system, mostly at home.)

The 190C was not really elegant or understated. I took him to a cafe – a laptop in a New York cafe, I imagine that – and I was surprised by the sneers from the next table, where someone started humming the theme of the recent restart of Impossible mission. That year, Apple paid $ 15 million to allow Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) to use a PowerBook (model 5300ce new generation) in the iconic scene of the film, suspended from the ceiling.

Unfortunately, the 5300 laptops were victims of several major battery fires after the release of the film, including one at the Apple programmer. Hunt was more likely to come out of this room alive than he knew.

My main problem with PowerBook was nothing more dangerous: it's just that the screen has stopped working several times. During the first of many visits to TekServe, an old school support shop in Manhattan Apple, a proto-genie said that a wire had to be detached in transit. The laptop was in two planes in the last month. I had asked my American girlfriend to buy one and bring it, since paying for the US cell phone and the cost of her flight to the UK were cheaper than buying one there. -low. But upon arrival, we were about to break for other reasons, and the visit was far from pleasant.

With this emotional toll and frequent screen failures, the laptop has begun to feel cursed. It turned out that it would not be the most cursed Apple device I bought; this dubious reward should either go to my 2009 MacBook boarded a FedEx plane that exploded on the runway (Fedex's first fatal crash in 30 years), or to its replacement, delayed by a volcano in Alaska that immobilized the air traffic. His arrival at home in San Francisco coincided with a brief earthquake. I immediately named it MACBOOK OF DOOM.

I still have 190CS, only one of the Apple devices mentioned here. For this story, I got out of the garage, I found his charger surprisingly slim in a cable box and I was astonished to discover that the Apple laptop, aged 23 – now older than me when I arrived in America this summer – still works very well. On the plastic inner bezel of the screen were a group of revealing concentric circles; I remembered that there were times when I literally had to attach a clamp to keep its faulty wiring in place. But no longer.

It started without a problem and spit out the first record that I remember seeing for decades. On the desktop, there was a bunch of Word files intact since 1997 and 1998, when I started working at Time magazine. It seems that I had used it for the last time at the Football World Cup in France in the summer of 1998, using the then sporadic French telephone internet. A fax modem card was installed, but the cable plugged into a telephone jack was missing; In addition, who still has a phone jack?

The fastest way to extract files from this device now is to take photos from the iPhone screen and run them via an OCR application. That this janky workaround serves as a reminder: We do not think our digital data will be isolated on old devices in old formats until it is so.

3. The first iMac

In August 1998, I went from owning Apple gadgets to writing articles. It was an interesting time to do it. Steve Jobs was back in the company he founded after Apple CEO Gil Amelio bought Jobs's second company, NeXT, in 1997. He then ousted Amelio in a daring attempt at consulting. Acting as the interim CEO, he said for years, Jobs had immediately ended the practice of allowing other computer manufacturers to produce cheap machines running Macintosh OS.

Conventional wisdom said that he was crazy. Microsoft has ruled the world because it has let other companies manage beige boxes and instead has tried to integrate Windows software as often as possible. Jobs had barely kept Apple alive by making its former chief, Bill Gates, head of Microsoft, promise to continue to create Microsoft Office for Mac, in exchange for a significant share of Apple 's stock. Now he was coming back to the same expensive design strategy from Apple that had dampened the company's sales the last time he was in charge. It did not make sense.

Then one day, a box containing an item called iMac arrived at my Time Inc. office, accompanied by an offer of telephone interview with Jobs. It was a sign of the times when we decided that the interview would not even take place Time magazine itself, but in a separate technical magazine (now gone) for subscribers called Digital time. This feeling that Apple was far from the center of action of new technologies would persist for years; I should fight to get a single page in Time clean to cover the launch of the iPod in 2001.

I would like to say that we were immediately impressed by the iMac, the famous Jony Ive design in its original Bondi Blue case. But at first, it produced as many sneers as a Mission Impossible laptop. Many of my colleagues saw the colorful plastic and assumed that it was a computer for the kids. You have to be an unconditional fan of Apple to love this mouse. And it was surprisingly slow to get started.

"Eh," said my cynical editor when he saw the iMac start for the first time. "My [Windows 98] laptop does this in a few seconds. It's like, I'm here! I'm ready! What do you want? "

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The interview with Jobs did not go much better. It was the first time I'd sat down with Apple's boss about twenty times, and I had not yet received the memo saying he was known to have scraped the reporters. Ironically, it was an issue that reflected my love for Apple and made it rock. "You said you wanted Apple to be as good at design as Sony," I reminded him, but I added that I did not understand why Sony, the company whose flagship product was a robot dog -all and fine-all. "Is not this a rather limiting ambition?"

Jobs have exploded. "It's a stupid question," he said – one of his favorite phrases, which I discovered later. Instead of answering it, he embarked on an almost trumpian tirade against the publication in which the interview would appear: "I know many people who read Time magazine! I do not know anyone who reads Digital time! "Apple PR called to apologize the next day.

Of course, with hindsight, it was a limiting ambition. Already, behind the scenes, Jobs and Ive were planning much more ambitious projects. A new iMac with a flat screen on a "sunflower stem" was the first. Then the revolutionary MP3 player known as the iPod, and the revolutionary iTunes Store at 99 cents a song, which will soon be followed by a very secret touchpad project.

Its designers hid in the strictest secrecy within Apple's QG Infinite Loop for years, turning it into a touchscreen phone that would change the world. Sony, meanwhile, is better known for its superhero movies than for its phones and computers.

In spite of Cranky Jobs, I loved the iMac test unit for which I chose to buy one of mine, in purple, in 1999. It was not just my first iMac, but also my first reader DVD and my first CD burner. You may remember the "Rip. Mix. Burn ", an advertising campaign that effectively aligned Apple with this scourge of the music industry, Napster, but also allowed it to present a solution in the form of the iTunes Store.

It all started with this machine. Apple has pushed iMac as a "digital hub," a device capable of storing your digital photos, your digital songs, and your home movies. And that's how the company pulled out of Microsoft's shadow: let them make your boxy work terminals, we'll make your home computer cool.

And it was much cooler, faster, and more efficient than the Apple machines I had so far. Something in the iMac bean bag design made you want to hug him (when he slept, at least, the back of the cathode ray tube would make the device too hot to hold when he was on).

But the plastic carrying handle happily stayed cool, which made the iMac amazingly portable. You can use it to watch DVDs in bed, as I did with my new girlfriend in New York. It looked like it was: a glimpse into the future.

By the end of 1999, it was becoming much easier to believe that the 21st century would belong to Apple.