My Apple tree

Where I came from
In a word: Windows.

I've used Windows through all its avatars from 3.1 to XP. 

I'm not a techie, though I could be considered something of a power user - my definition of a power user being someone who enjoys technology, is lazy enough to want it to do more for him and is industrious enough to take the trouble to make it do more for him. Or her.

Where I am
In another word: Apple

It sometimes amazes me how much of my life has almost surreptitiously been taken over by Jobs and the gang.

The journey
I was always interested in the Apple story, but living in India the only Apples that were easily available and affordable were the ones that grew on trees, usually in Kashmir.

With liberalization, came apples from other parts of the world including New Zealand. In their wake came the silicon-based ones that inspired this blog.

I started, as I suspect many recent Mac converts have, by lusting after the iPod. The iPod was the first Apple product that, to me, was affordable, useful and, of course, sexy. (The Macs were sexy, sure, but were about as available or affordable to me as Anna Kournikova.)

I duly purchased an iPod - an el cheapo Shuffle for my daughter and it was much loved. The drift to the Mac planet had begun.

Then came the tipping point - the Mac Mini. I've always been a sucker for minis - cars, skirts, whatever - and the Mac Mini was not only sexy, it was available and affordable. Anna come home. The tree has taken root.