I fought it for so long, primarily, because Apple stuff was always so expensive. It may have been cool, well designed, stable, and so on, but the most defining description for me was always “too fucking pricey”. There was always that feeling that I could get more raw mega- (and later, giga-) hertz on the Windows side of the world, and after finally abandoning my Amiga fanboydom in my early twenties, I was after all the pure, cheap power I could get.

But then things changed. First, I was just getting sick of Windows. I mean, Win7 is easily the best iteration of that OS ever distributed, and I’m really quite fond of it… but even now, when Microsoft has their OS as stable, secure, and usable as can be expected, it’s still a mess. Nothing they do can make the experience of using random assemblages of commodity hardware, vendor-specific drivers, and quirky manufacturing. Few things ever seem to work as they should, and when stuff fails, it fails in grand, show-stopping fashion. (Note to self: never, ever buy anything from Gateway, ever again.)

More importantly, the pricing structure changed in Cupertino. They got me on the iOS platform with a $299 smartphone, and locked me in as a passionate fan with a $499 tablet that is better than any $1000 laptop I’ve ever owned. (I could burn up thousands of words about how much I love the iPad, but that’s not the subject at hand.) And now, the $699 Mac mini, with it’s exquisitely designed case and ports, it’s adequately (though unspectacularly) outfitted CPU/GPU, and it’s familiar-yet-strange-and-beautiful OS has pushed me off the biggest ledge of all. I’m in OSX free-fall, and it’s pretty interesting.

So starting here, I’m gonna document my random thoughts as a new Mac user… the stuff that impresses, the stuff that, annoys, and the random things that just flat-out perplex.

• For the first two weeks, I was convinced that Mac users must have the most powerful index fingers on the planet… my Magic Mouse was painfully difficult to click. I couldn’t even manage to consistently click-and-drag with it, leaving me thinking that switching my OS was going to be a bigger task than initially suspected. Until, that is, I happened to touch a Magic Mouse on a display machine at Best Buy, and knew instantly that my mouse at the house was just plain broken from the factory. A quick return to the store, and I’m happily clicking like a normal person.
• I have several PC laptops with HDMI ports, and have tried hooking them up to my A/V receiver, and in every case, the result has been nothing but frustration. In one case I might get audio but no video, in another, I’d get video and audio, but only in stereo. It was seemingly impossible to find the magic combination of hardware, software, and drivers to make it all work. Meanwhile, I plugged the Mac mini into the receiver, ran Plex, and everything Just Worked. First time, no problems. If I wasn’t sold before that, I would have been at that point.
• Subtle but pervasive irritation: OS X isn’t as good as Win7 at providing “hold on a second, dude, I’m busy” feedback via mouse pointer animations. Yeah, you get the occasional stopwatch and spinning beachball, but you also spend a lot of time staring at a standard pointer that appears ready to accept your input, but really isn’t. I’ve never missed Ye Olde Hourglass so much in my life.
• The Mac version of Evernote is so much better than the Windows version, it’s ridiculous. From small touches to the overall UI, it’s just a superior product. As much as I depend on Evernote, I might have switched sooner if I’d known this. (P.S. to people with memory problems: get Evernote, and use it constantly.)
• It feels like OS X is actually a bit more RAM-hungry than Win7. A 2GB Windows machine is pretty solid… not great (you don’t get consistently smooth performance until you hit 4GB), but it’s wholly acceptable. A 2GB Mac, on the other hand, can get sluggish pretty quickly when trying to multitask with non-Apple-written apps. I suspect I’ll be jacking this thing up to 8GB pretty soon.
• iTunes on the Mac? Okay, so now I see why Apple sticks with this app. On Windows, iTunes is easily the biggest piece of shit on my machine… it eats RAM and CPU cycles like crazy, making it impossible to use the thing as intended. I frakkin’ hate it. But on the Mac, it’s… totally decent. I can leave it running in the background and not even notice it’s there most of the time. Honestly, anyone tied to iOS devices should probably just jump to OS X, simply to save themselves the inevitable Windows/iTunes headaches.
• The OS X dock is inferior to Win7’s taskbar. It just is. After years of people (including me) installing Mac-alike system utilities to make the Windows 95/98/XP/Vista taskbar do something useful, Microsoft finally came along and perfected the concept. In fact, just about everything in Win7’s Aero toolbox is missing or half-implemented in OS X. I’ve got an applet called BetterTouchTool running on the mini that gives me a clone of Aero Snap, but I’m still a long way from content.
• Windows Home Server is easily one of my all-time favorite Microsoft products… it works very well, and can be administered by anyone with a decent geek rating. But for pure backup functionality, Time Machine has got it beat. It’s tough for WHS’s daily backups to compete with TM’s hourlies. On the plus side, the Mac works quite nicely with all of my WHS shares.

More to come!

Well, for the last 5+ years, there’s been a relatively new problem that I’ve determinedly ignored. Actually, it hasn’t been entirely “ignored,” so much as “partially unnoticed, but when finally noticed, ignored.” I didn’t even realize it was happening for the longest time, and when other people tried to point it out, I either laughed at or argued with them. Only a few weeks ago did I finally, fully accept it as a reality.

“It” is memory loss. Not just memory loss, of course; there’s been deepening depression, inability to focus, listlessness, confusion, and so on. But memory loss is the biggie for me. My brain, the data it holds, and the connections I’m able to make between discrete bits of information, are really the only things about me that I’ve ever liked. And they have been slowly melting  away.

For the first few years, everyone else thought I was simply being lazy or belligerent when I failed to do agreed-upon things, recall important stuff, etc. And I kinda concurred with them, although I wasn’t quite sure why I was being lazy and belligerent. It was just… happening. I would fall into periods of what I thought of as “writer’s block”, where I just couldn’t seem to create anything, whether it be code, conversation, or prose.

During the next phase, people not named Roger started to detect something a bit.. off with me. I would swear that I had never participated in a conversation in which I had actually been actively involved. Food I had eaten and enjoyed on a number of occasions would be recalled as unpleasant or uninteresting, when recalled at all. There always seemed to be someone contradicting my version of events. This routinely pissed me off, to the point that I began insisting that my memories were accurate, even on the odd occasion when I could see they were foggy or fragmented. And any time one of these people had the misfortune to actually misremember something themselves, I seized upon it as proof that I was right about everything else.

Which brings us to the last couple months. I finally went to my GP, complaining of depression, constant drowsiness, and inability to concentrate. He sent me to a sleep specialist, and I went along with the recommended sleep-study… didn’t really think too much about it, but I figured if there was any chance it would get me out of my funk, I’d play ball. I spent the night in a little faux-bedroom, hooked up to a bunch of sensors and computers, and was told I’d hear from the doc about my results in a few weeks.

While waiting for that, it happened. A client of mine started having trouble with her email server, and I went to work trying to figure out what could have gone wrong. It was so mystifying that I asked my network engineer of a wife to have a look, and she went poking through my configuration.

At one point, she looked up from her laptop and asked if I’d made sure my client’s mail app was configured to use a certain port number. I looked at her blankly and said, “Of course not. I’ve never even heard of that port number being used for outgoing mail. Why would I tell her to use it?”

“Because that’s how your server is set up,” she replied.

“Bullshit,” I thought, and nearly said. Despite the fact that she knows way more about this specific topic than I do, I assumed she was somehow misreading the settings, and logged in myself. I was wrong. “Motherfucker. How the hell did the port get set to that? Did you do it?”

“Um, no.” She was getting exasperated, and I was starting to take a dickish tone to cover the confused and worried feeling developing in my gut. “Why don’t you ask [the client] for a screenshot of her settings?”

I did, and the client patiently complied. The results were just unfathomable. There in her settings was the port number in question, one that she would have never guessed or chosen on her own in a million years. It was insane, and that confused/worried feeling I was having turned to dread. I popped into Gmail, did a search for that magic number, and a couple seconds later, just stared at the results.

Two years ago, there I was, sending the client a message, instructing her to use this new port number and explaining why I had changed things. I talked about all the research I’d done on the topic, and the steps I’d taken to resolve her long-ago problem.

And I didn’t remember any of it. Nothing. It wasn’t like something I’d forgotten and found again. It wasn’t a frayed thread of thought that had disintegrated in places. It wasn’t even an empty space that I could define relative to things I could remember. Reading those emails was like looking into the past and seeing someone else use my name and mannerisms to carry on an interaction that never happened to me.

Maybe it doesn’t sound like such a big deal, but it was. Scared the shit out of me, in fact.

A couple days ago, I finally get to see my sleep guy, and he laid it out for me.

• Within a minute of falling asleep, I stop breathing.
• After that, I stop breathing an average of once per minute the rest of the night.
• In total, while asleep, I spend more time not breathing than I do breathing.
• In an attempt to protect itself, my body proceeds to awaken me hundreds of times each night, hoping my conscious mind will force a breath into my lungs.
• During this time, my heart rate is shooting up and down chaotically.
• My blood oxygen drops to dangerous levels for the duration.

After seeing the test results, he was shocked at how functional I seemed during my initial interview. “Most people in this condition,” he said, “would be completely ‘zombified’.” Yeah, he really said “zombified”.

He went on to explain that some (if not all) of the depression, confusion, and –most significantly– memory loss was the result of brain damage incurred over many years of nightly oxygen deprivation, my brain cells slowly dying as my collapsed airway starved them. He further explained that if I don’t want a heart attack or dementia, I have to strap myself into a CPAP machine every night, and for the foreseeable future, make sure I’m getting at least eight hours of sleep a day.

Oddly enough, the diagnosis doesn’t worry me at all. Compared to that moment I spent looking  in disbelief at an email I can’t believe I wrote, I’m positively giddy. Maybe the reality of the last fuck-knows-how-many years just hasn’t sunk in… maybe I’m eventually going to “get” that I burned precious years in a daze, and will never be able to get back some moments that would have otherwise been important to me.

But for right now, it’s a relief. I know what to do next. I know what I need. I know when to be wary. I don’t have to keep being a prick to preserve my stupid pride. Now that I know the contours and hand-holds, I can see ways to extricate myself from the hole I’ve lived in for ages.

And seriously, folks… if you snore so loudly that other people can hear you through multiple walls on the other side of the house, get yourself checked out. It’s not a funny quirk; it’s your life.

1. In ComicRack, I start by creating a list folder called Comics I Follow.
2. Inside that folder, I create individual Reading Lists for each ongoing series I’m following. I usually go with a Smart List, which will automatically pick up new issues as I add them to the database.
3. Next I set up non-Smart Lists (Dumb Lists?) for older runs/series/events that I want to re-read or catch up with… just create the list, and drag-n-drop all the relevant issues into the list.
4. If there are single issues/graphic novels that I’m wanting to read, I toss them into a Miscellaneous list.
5. Now the most important step: I add a new root-level Smart List (outside the Comics I Follow folder, in other words) that has two features: (a) it uses Comics I Follow as its source, and (b) filters out all comics that I’ve already read. This Smart List gets labeled Comics To Sync.

So that’s the setup. Now here’s the usage:

1. Every week or so, when I’m ready to move new content on to the iPad, I run ComicRack and view the Comics To Sync list.
2. I also open up iTunes, and size both windows for easy dragging-and-dropping. Within iTunes, I select my connected iPad, click the Apps tab. scroll down to the file syncing section, and click my reader app of choice.
3. Back in ComicRack, I select the comics I want to read, and drag them into iTunes.
4. Immediately after kicking off that copy operation, I return to the ComicRack window, right-click on the selected comics, and select Mark As Read. (Remember the “unread only” filter I set up? The combination of this step and that filter means that we won’t waste space/time copying the same files to the iPad over and over again.)

That’s pretty much it. In my experience, this process makes keeping up with a steady flow of creatively collected digital comics relatively easy. The flaws in the system are entirely on the reader side, really… Comic Zeal fails to group issues of the same series between syncs, for example, while Comic Reader Mobi doesn’t group anything at all. But those are wrinkles that will work themselves out eventually, and the present situation is still better than any other alternative I’ve seen.

But there’s always been one nagging issue with the iPhone, relative to my tremor: its size. The thing, lightweight form factor that everyone else loves so much turns my hand into a trembling, shivering claw when I try to use it one-handed. It probably seems counter-intuitive to people without ET –especially in light of what I just said about muscle activity– but when it comes to holding stuff, small, delicate items are a real pain in the ass. Most of us take for granted how much control it takes to hold something gently until you wake up one day and “gently” has become a matter of concentration.

Anyway… for reasons having nothing to do with ET, I picked up a Mophie Juicepack Air the other day. It’s a case/battery-pack combo that doubles the battery life of the iPhone while also providing it with a bit of protection. I’m constantly letting my phone run low, and I already had it in a semi-bulky case anyway, so I figured it’d be worth it.

What I didn’t realize is that, by doubling the thickness of the device and adding several ounces of battery and plastic to my phone, the whole thing would become so much more comfortable to use. Yeah, it’s no longer as sleek and beautiful a device as it once was, but I use my iPhone constantly, and having it feel so much more secure in my grip is a blessing.

If you’ve got ET and a Jesus Phone, definitely look into Mophie’s wonderful little add-on. It does everything it claims on the box, and then some.

FWDAJ Extra 2009-09-30

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