My favorite son and I have a lot of talk about tech. He keeps me aware of what is going on beyond my provincial existence. One of our ongoing discussions is about the wonder of Android's open possibilities, and his guilty desire for Apple products.
I like Apple. I wish Android was to my liking too, but it is not. Let me make an analogy. Pretend I have that resto-mod 1966 Mustang. It's purpose is to give me something I can take apart, understand, add cool things onto, make better, and generally spend time tinkering with to meet my ever-changing idea of what a car should be.
The car I take to get the parts to add to the '66? An F-150. Quiet, comfortable, hauls an engine in the bed, pulls the trailer with the Mustang on it to get an awesome paint job, runs to Napa to get the one last stainless steel bolt I need to get the frame on the Mustang braced up. It enables me to do stuff. I appreciate it for how good it looks, how reliable and comfortable it is, how well it does whatever I can think of doing with it.
The F-150 is my Apple anything. iPhone, MacBook Pro, iPad, iPod. They just let me do what I want to do, with minimal fuss.
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