i live in a Macintosh-only household - perhaps the smuggest, most satisfied minority in the nation. one of the little touches that delight me is the naming of drives (and thus the device).
mine is a stoic old girl, a late 90s she-comes-in-colors lime imac G3. i inadvertently created a tradition by naming her Isolde. when C finally replaced the truly ancient LC II Maximillion a year or so later, the new laptop became Parsifal. from Parsifal came his son Lohengrin, the 30gig iPod. and now there is the doomed romance - Tristan, a 20gig iPod of my very own.
doomed because Isolde and Tristan are sexually incompatible. Isolde was born before USB 2.0 and Firewire. (in fact, while about the size of a deck of cards, he's got more than thrice her capacity.) i'm not ready to replace her yet; she's mostly for word processing and surfing these days, and still manipulates graphics like a champ.
Tristan plays very nicely with Parsifal. and i expect him to cosy up to to all the friendly young Macs he meets. and pillage them.
mine is a stoic old girl, a late 90s she-comes-in-colors lime imac G3. i inadvertently created a tradition by naming her Isolde. when C finally replaced the truly ancient LC II Maximillion a year or so later, the new laptop became Parsifal. from Parsifal came his son Lohengrin, the 30gig iPod. and now there is the doomed romance - Tristan, a 20gig iPod of my very own.
doomed because Isolde and Tristan are sexually incompatible. Isolde was born before USB 2.0 and Firewire. (in fact, while about the size of a deck of cards, he's got more than thrice her capacity.) i'm not ready to replace her yet; she's mostly for word processing and surfing these days, and still manipulates graphics like a champ.
Tristan plays very nicely with Parsifal. and i expect him to cosy up to to all the friendly young Macs he meets. and pillage them.