Good things are going to happen and #geauxpink @jbuliesblog
I’m offering you my thoughts. Today. ♡ Today, when you are feeling a bit lost, and you don’t know what is right and what is wrong, remember, I’m here for you. Remember, I love you. Remember, I will take care of you today and always. God.
for me? ♫
Wishing you flowers today.
I can make a living doing what I love and enjoy.
A couple of things on my mind
that I’d like to share today that have to do with reading, writing, creativity and comments.
I am thankful for the positive comments and encouragement I get from people who read my blog.
When I started off blogging, the idea was to share. I have written since I can remember. In fact, I remember a time in my life where I would fill my days writing.
Everyone is a Critic
When I made the decision to share my words with the world it wasn’t based on a self satisfying idea to help one person out there. It was more about an idea that I wanted to learn how to blog. I thought that instead of writing in my journal, I’d do it online.
It’s actually a bit of a risk, if you ask me, putting yourself out on the line to be judged by your peers.
I like the idea of learning by doing. It’s one thing to think about doing something and a whole other ball game to put yourself out there and actually do something.
What inspired this post was seeing the amazing things that are going on in your lives. I feel each one of you reading this is successful in your own way.
I’ve seen my friends overcome numerous obstacles to achieve their goals. I’ll give you some examples. One friend overcame the death of her parents at a young age to go and have a beautiful big family of her own.
She figured it out. Others have dreamt of becoming writers, business people, parents, teachers, artists, musicians, you name it. They haven’t given up and they are doing it — pursuing their dreams.
Doing it. Loving it.
I have a friend who is scared of making a change in her life. Her entire family is relocating to a new city with completely new people, streets, smells, schools, every little thing in her life will be new.
But she did it. She said yes to life with the insecurity that comes from the future and not knowing what it would hold. Good for her.
Another fantastic woman is traveling the world on her own. Such courage. Other friends are dealing with heartbreak, love, life, raising families and work. They are figuring it out. The more people who read my blog, of course, there always seems to be someone who doesn’t like it.
That leaves the question to me of how to deal with it. I either forgive, forget, overlook, pretend they aren’t there or accept it.
Between saying and doing is an ocean of difference.
While I was on vacation for a week and didn’t have internet access I found myself missing my online community. I have made friends with unbelievable people I wouldn’t have otherwise met. We share videos, stories, pictures of our lives, you name it. For me being so far from my family I find it a great way of knowing what they are up to. I have also met people from all over the world. I love that. Our world truly is getting smaller.
So on a spiritual path to enlightenment, I believe we are all interconnected. All of our actions effect each other. I’m working through these questions with the help of my friends and I am so thankful for them. How do you deal with the critics? Is it better just to not share? You are welcome to leave your comments. Thank you for visiting. As always
I caught up with Georgia on day six of her forty day tour that takes her and her band, Georgia English and the Juke Box Kids to North Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia, Kentucky, West Virginia and Pennsylvania to see how she is holding up.
Nashville, Tennessee: The 5 Spot
Nashville, TN: Springwater with My Politic and Daphne and the Mystery Machines
Franklin, Tennessee: Kimbro’s
Here is our interview:
Georgia English Thank you so much for sharing my album on your twitter! I really appreciate it. My mom has told me wonderful things about you! Great to meet you on and thank you for your support.
Julie Angelos Well, young lady, you are most welcome. It’s a pleasure for me to tweet and write about you because we truly like your songs. We’ve been listening to them all day.
Georgia, tell me about your name.
Georgia English My mom really loves Willie Nelson’s version of Georgia On My Mind so I think that had something to do with it. My dad was really into Greek stuff and I guess Georgia translates to Daughter of the Earth.
Then I just lucked out with my last name!
Julie When did you start singing?
Georgia I started singing like four years after I started playing guitar.
It just started feeling like the natural thing to do when you are strumming. I was really shy about it at first. The first time I sang in front of a crowd, I was around 12 and sang Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd and Sweet Home Alabama by Lynard Skynard.
I was in a rock band in middle school and we started playing around San Francisco with the help of my guitar teacher.
Julie I see you live in Nashville and you are from San Francisco. Can you tell me a little bit about that transition?
Georgia I went to school in Boston for college and met all the musicians in my band there.
We really wanted to be in a vibrant musical scene where everyone was playing all the time. I absolutely love Nashville. I think something really special is happening there now.
There is a lot of pop country and industry stuff that I am less interested in. But there is also a lot of musical integrity and respect for older styles and Roots music. Sometimes it actually feels a bit like San Francisco in the way that people interact.
Julie I absolutely loved your latest single, Chasing After You. It’s so catchy. Can you tell me what inspired you to write that song?
Georgia Ha! When someone treats you bad I think the best revenge is to just have some fun.
Julie I see you work with a couple of real talented individuals. Can you tell me about them?
Georgia I am very lucky to have an amazing band full of great people. We are actually on the road now and I am feeling very lucky and happy to be with them.
It is a blessing to have good friends and to play with great musicians. It’s pretty incredible when they are both. We all love the same music which is very important.
They are hard workers, funny, and can put up with me on these long drives!
Julie What are your next steps?
Georgia Really we just want to play as much as possible! We are currently on a Pennsatucky tour. We will be back to Nashville mid-February and will be playing mostly locally this spring. We are hoping to come out west soon to San Francisco, Mendocino and all that!
At the end of the summer we will be at the Ink N Iron Festival in Nashville.
I am super excited about that one because my celebrity crush Merle Haggard will also be playing there. It is a big honor. In the meantime we are just working hard and welcoming adventure.
Find Georgia English on the road and get her latest album Good Girlshere.
Georgia English: guitar and vocals
Christine Moad: harmonies
Hayden Cotcher: Washboard
Joe Fox: video and editing
People who read this — God bless you — know that I had to overcome a lot of fears to set up this blog. Would you like to know why?
Because writing for the public is similar to public speaking. You talk to people and they can smile, judge, laugh, agree or disagree. Sometimes they throw tomatoes right at the computer screen. I don’t suggest it.
I like to emphasize the learning by doing aspect. For example, if any of you have ever travelled, I bet that what you saw first hand is different than what you read in books.
It’s like a thousand reflections in a mirror. Until you go and experience something first hand, they are all just stories on a page.
Writing a blog is an ongoing learning experience. Please don’t think I know what I’m doing. I’m rather new to this @$#% blgng bznss.
It was the exact same feeling when I first showed my art work. Sure, some people have no problems writing and talking and showing off their work.
I do. That is exactly why I feel like this blog is growing steadily. It’s because I’m so darn afraid of failing, I’m putting every ounce of myself into making it succeed, doing the best I can do with the knowledge and awareness I have.
I am willing to take a risk and show you my work. Put down that tomato. If you want to succeed in today’s market, I believe you must be willing to talk about your work.
It is not the critic who counts — not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena whose face is marred by dust and sweat and bloody.
I don’t see what is wrong with blogging. Like I told my blogger friend, it’s fat free, unless, of course, you are eating a lot of food while writing.
I also love reading and studying and learning from other people. That’s why I spend a lot of time on other people’s blogs to see how they approach the same question as mine.
How do you, as a blogger or website owner, reach an audience, connect with them, share information, and grow as an individual?
Hello friends of the interwebs, how are you today?
I am writing from the table of my living room. Where are you? Are you looking at your phone, your computer, or by chance your real life?
Has the internet become part of our life completely now? Information overload! There are so many opinions floating about the space. Everyone has an opionion and this one is mine.
I started writing when I was about seven. It was when I got a crayon in my hand. I would start by writing my name. In retrospect I think I was dislexic because I would switch the j to have the bottom part go to the right and not the left. I did that actually for quite a while.
The first true letter I wrote was when my neighbor and best friend left to spend the summer with her dad. We had stamps and we had addresses so we could write each other. I think I was about nine.
I took out some stationery that I had received for a birthday present and started writing. Funny thing about that letter is that the paper was made in a way that in folded many times, like eight times into a small postal size envelope. I didn’t have enough words to fill in all of the paper so I just signed my name really big along the last five pages.
Then I remember something I wanted to write so I wrote it super small at the bottom. I think I wrote something like come home soon.
My writing improved during my year abroad. I had a friend of mine who had joined the peace corps and was sent on a mission somewhere. She and I had addresses and new lives, on two new continents, so we filled eachother in on the differences.
She lived where it was super hot so I especially loved seeing the sweat marks running down her pen strokes. Those were the days, my friend! We thought they’d never end. We’d sing and dance for ever and a day. We had a life to live, we’d fight and never lose, those were the days, oh, yes, those were the days.
In those days, we didn’t have the internet. I lived without a phone too for a year when I was 22. If we needed to make a phone call, we walked downtown, found the central post office, waiting in line and made our phone call. I would call my mom and talk for about five minutes and it would cost about $20. I would leave that phone booth both exhillerated and empty with longing to talk more.
How spoiled we are now! How lucky we are to be able to call and see our loved ones. What is even better is to see them in real life!
I am safe in the universe and all life loves and supports me. Thx LH.
Be young. Be free. Remember to play.
Play music. It’s lovely.
Time to reflect.
I saw a friend the other day. She asked me how I was. As a joke I said,
Haven’t you read my status update? Ba da bum.
We know we are lives our changing when every real conversation we have ends with I’ll send you a link.
Are bloggers the new journalists?
Now that I’m a blogger, I approach life a little bit differently. When I go out and about I notice more details.
I talk to people and I’ve started listening more to them as well. Maybe I’m just scouting for stories so I don’t run out of things to write about.
Goodness knows it’s hard to get me to be quiet so I don’t know why I would run out of ideas. The point is it’s time for me to zip the gab smacker known as my mouth and start listening.
I’m learning this from a blogger friend of mine. The way it works is this. You offer your story and then you ask to hear theirs. So, letting caution to the wind, I say, hey, why not? I’ll give it a shot. Is your blog bloggalicious? Is your life life-alicous? Is your booty bootilicous?
Do you start every real conversation lately with I read your blog post or I saw your video on line?
Here’s a good one. When someone says they read your blog, do you sort of smile inwardly and think yeah, but did you leave a comment?
What do you think? People are reacting to me as if I were a writer. Now because I’m publishing a blog all of the sudden I’m a writer?
I’ll whip out some stories in the garage that I’ve kept for the last twenty years if you want to know that every day I’m a writer. The difference is that I’m now ready to share.
Did she just write what I think she just wrote?
Where’d I put the darn answer?
I’m thinking Oscar buzz peeps.
I’m thinking Oprah’s on the phone spectacular.
I’m thinking out of control spectacular.
Did any of this make sense? Beuller? Beuller? Am I writing to myself again? Where’s my editor? Where’s my teacher? Anyone checking this for factual information?
If any of you are returning visitors here to my site I’ve been working hard updating it. If you are new here, well then *welcome*.
I’ve learnt a ton doing this blog about peer to peer marketing and overcoming fears. It’s actually increased my confidence as a writer. What do you think? Leave me a comment.
My friends have texted me that they find my blog and what I’m doing over here inspiring. If I had a dollar for every time.. ha ha ha. That’s a good one.
I keep thinking about my friend who told me in a comment she thinks I’m technically gifted. It just makes me laugh.
I’m super satisfied that I linked to five awesome charities. The one I hold dearest to me is for my high school friend Kelli, Living in Grace.
As always hope this post finds you lovely, lucky and in love.
Regardless of how many mistakes you have made in the past, today is a new day. Just by making a decision now, you can make your dreams come true by believing in yourself.
Think of the adage of the train who said I think I can I think I can.
Before you know it, you can overcome obstacles.
2) Overcoming obstacles.
How do I overcome obastacles? It is all about the way you view them. There is always a good side to every story. When a door closes a window opens. What could be good? Opportunity. The world is your oyster. There are infinite possibilities. Look at your obstacles as stepping stones to your future.
God gave us this wonderful life so we could live it to it’s fullest. Now is your opportunity to live life to its fullest, love and learn.
4) Make attainable goals.
Out with the lists of stopping smoking, losing weight and getting rid of old habits. In with the lists of positive choices. Choose a healthy lifestyle that includes rest, relaxation, good food, exercise, abundance, lots of water and happiness. Make your goals to be state driven.
That means desiring what you have.
Set yourself up to play a winning game.
5) Have state driven goals.
It’s not the money that makes us happy, it’s what that money can buy. Let’s just jump over this hurdle and stop wanting more money. Start to have happiness in the terms of joy, love and peace of mind. You have all that you need in this moment.
6) Be the change you desire in the world.
Instead of complaining about what is wrong, start finding what is right and then start acting how you want to be. Decide to avoid any self negative talk. Your mind can hear you and it might just believe what it hears.
7) Model good behavior
So your not perfect, neither am I. But I do try. I set myself out to be the best I can be. At times I don’t know what good behavior is like so I find someone who I think is doing it right and I try to do it just like them.
*8) Be sensible my dear child
Get a good night’s sleep, drink lots of water, do some exercise, eat well and hug someone.
One thing I’ve learned is to moderate behavior. Make good choices because you think they are sensible, not based on desire or feeding immediate impulses. Be thankful for what you have.
9) Go green.
Start talking about recycling and then do it. Start dividing your trash into paper, plastics, glass and organic waste and then deposit them in the appropriate bins.
Sometimes laughter is the best medicine. Dedicate some time of your day to things that make you happy, like love, family and friends.
Remember, live life with passion as if it were your last and first day. Live life as you were looking through the eyes of a child. All things are possible through God.
The theme of the next show is British Invasion, Austin Powers inspired.
As a little sister would — I like to follow my sister either in person or in this case online.
My real life sister has been up to her amazing self again by lending herself to organize fun runway fashion shows in order to increase breast cancer awareness for some incredibly brave and beautiful woman.
Today, I’m sharing a letter that she, my sister Lisa, received from one of the participants as well as a letter from my mom.
How can I get involved?
Well, I just enjoyed the experience of a life time!
written by Dorothy M.
I was invited along with 23 other ladies who have overcome breast cancer to participate in the first annual fundraiser style show for the Mary Byrd Perkins Cancer Center in Covington, Louisiana.
Yes. It was the first annual show and the organizers were flying without an airplane.
The plan was for us to be models and the plans were big. They didn’t plan for us just to walk down the runway like the amateurs we were. Oh no!
We began with an Orientation on September 14th and my immediate thought was Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?
There were many steps to accomplish and appointments to set. Boutiques volunteered to do our hair and makeup. They sponsored us by providing the clothing, applying the eyelashes, everything. We were gifted with bras and decorative bra straps from Oohlabra!
What most impressed me was the opportunity to meet every Wednesday night with Celeste at Creating. Celeste went above and beyond the call of duty in teaching us how to carry ourselves, walk a runway and pose for pictures. The two hours she initially agreed to almost always stretched to three.
On September 24, Celeste had the opportunity to observe her raw material and I’m sure she wondered how she was going to accomplish this feat. Jimmy asked me what the ladies were like and I said, Well, go into Walmart on a busy Saturday and get on their speaker. Request that any ladies who have overcome breast cancer come to the front of the store and choose the first 23.
That is what we are like.
We are all sizes, all ages. We stand from 5 foot to over 6 foot tall. Some have little self confidence and others seem extra confident.
The age range is from 23 to 73. Many are still getting chemo and others are putting off surgery until after our show. Melanie, our youngest, didn’t have enough length on her hair and she chose to wear a beautiful long wig.
This is what made our event so amazing. It was everyday life, every day real people, not a group of model like ladies.
As we met week after week with Celeste giving her all. We began to spring forth like a well of living water. We had a runway for our practice and at first many of us clowned around to mask our discomfort but gradually our confidence grew.
I noticed that Celeste began to relax a little. She quickly realized that since most of us were much older than the young people she normally worked with and had recently been through so much that each of us needed to perform according to our own personalities. She taught us the basics and began saying, Do what you feel comfortable with. There was one unbreakable rule: no one could get away with chewing gum!
I devoted 30 minutes every day to practicing the runway walk and the turns. There were other ladies that also scheduled practice time. We soon began to see a little smile at the corners on Celeste’s mouth.
I would encourage the parents or even the grandparents to enroll children into some of these classes in order to build the confidence necessary for everyday life. I completed a modeling course when I was around 18 years-old which made a huge impact throughout my personal life as well as in the business world.
Even though I had taken the modeling course many years ago, there was so much that I learned during this time with Celeste. I’m not sure if I had forgotten, or if things have become more refined in the last 50 years. I’m saying, 50 years very softly. Gosh, I cannot believe it.
What is awesome is that I’m happier and more vibrant now than I was fifty years ago. With age you learn how to live. Let’s just say that I’m thankful for the update by Celeste and will continue to use the new skills she taught us.
It was much more than just learning the modeling skills. These were tools to enhance everyday life.
After six weeks of extensive training we met together on October 16th at the event facility which was huge. Over 450 people were expected at our sold out event and there was standing room only. Now, the real runway was before us.
They explained the choreography to us. We would be making three appearances on that runway. First we were to go out in pairs wearing formal wear. Then we each appear separately wearing more casual wear.
Our final walk will be in blue jeans and a black long sleeve tight tshirt, which was given to us by Lisa. Lisa also gave us gorgeous decorative bra straps that we wore exposed as an accessory.
Elaine and I were scheduled first. Elaine is Lisa’s mom, the organizer of our fundraiser. I cannot give enough praise to Lisa’s organizational abilities. Talk about a lady that pays attention to the tiniest details!
Throughout this time, Jimmy is just trying to stay out of the way. My cousin Valda and her daughter Valerie are driving in from from Texas. Of course Jimmy will be at the event, along with my 88 year-old Mom. I better stop naming the people that will be there supporting me and the cause, as I might leave a precious one out.
Our big date finally arrived on October 17th. The night had come. Probably the 23 of us together had lost over 100 pounds in anticipation of this event. Tomorrow we will eat! We would be at the Fleur de Lis Event Center at 4:30 pm. If all goes according to schedule we were to make our first runway appearance around 7:20. We’re there early to organize our clothes, shoes and accessories.
That took all of five minutes. Then, for the first time, we really had time to just visit. During the previous weeks, we had snippets of time to get to know one another but Celeste had kept us moving. Now, however, we were upstairs away from everything. All the work had been done. We were sent food and Champagne. We nibbled a little on the food but emptied those Champagne bottles.
Suddenly we began hearing sounds from downstairs and began peaking through the big glass windows at the audience below. All of us were trying to locate the face of someone we knew. After my third trip to that window, I saw four hands waving furiously. They belonged to my tennis playing buddy and owner of the boutique that provided my hair style, Lois, and my sweet locker room friend, Karen.
Lois’s shop sponsored me and went over their goal. Karen is just one of those people you meet and connect with immediately as a kindred spirit. I happily waved back to them. Contented, I returned to my new friends. I paused at the beauty I saw. The beautiful formal wear in all the colors of the rainbow: gold and silver glistening everywhere.
I’ve never seen so many beautiful gowns and beautiful people assembled in one place. There was so much excitement in the air as we were smiling, laughing and talking. Ladies which I thought Celeste would never be able to sever from their faded, baggy jeans were sitting so elegantly. Oh, at that moment, I loved them so much that I wanted to hold onto them for the rest of my life. This was our victory party. Not just over cancer, but over so many embedded fears we had started out with.
As we were all talking and sharing stories, in walked Jennifer, the owner of Southern Bridal, who had furnished all these lovely gowns we were wearing. Jennifer had spent much time with each of us. On one side of her was Lisa and on her other side was Celeste. The three of them just stood there beholding the beauty of the moment. They looked upon us as if they were proud parents. For a few seconds we stood silent and then the hugs started. These ladies had wanted to provide something special for us and at that moment.
They realized they had been successful.
Finally, with the champagne bottles empty, the anticipated time had arrived. With everyone quiet, we made our way down the back staircase. At the bottom, we turned to the spot where we would make our entrance and saw the group of infusion nurses that had taken care of us throughout our chemo. They were going to appear onstage right before us to perform a dance skit named appropriately Infusion. The smiles between both groups and the blinking back of tears affected all of us. These nurses had been so connected to us through the darkest days of our lives.
As Elaine and I sided up to each other I admired how beautiful she was. Her tea length dress was the most beautiful color and perfect with her platinum hair. She’s had a rough day. Being Lisa’s mother, she was heavily involved in assisting Lisa with last minute chores while all I did was take care of myself. I pulled Elaine to me and as we looked into each other’s eyes we both knew everything was going to be okay. Our moment had come.
She moved beautifully toward the stage with me one step behind her. Oh, at that moment the crowd went wild, applauding, yelling and whistling.
We had entered a love chamber. Each model was given ten tickets for family and friends so there were 230 people in the audience that had walked through cancer with one of us ladies. They identified with each of us. As relaxation swept over us we did our turns and paused looking once again into each other’s eyes.
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As Elaine made her way to the left of the runway I moved toward the right. As we got to the end she stopped and with an outstretched arm in a pose and presented me. I did my turns and then swept my arm out to present her. We then passed each other at the front of the runway exchanging smiles as well as places. Together this time we did our turns.
As we made our way back we walked with a little swagger as Celeste had taught us. All this love surrounding us gave us boldness! We then stopped and with our backs to each other and shoulders touching. We took in the sea of smiling faces. The audience watched us make one last turn taking each other’s hand as we exited the stage. What they didn’t see was our high five and saying, We nailed it! as soon as we were out of view.
Sadly we could not see the other models as we were behind the scenes and had to return upstairs to change into our next outfits. Soon however the other ladies returned to the dressing area smiling from ear to ear. They also had felt the chamber of love and realized as we did that everyone was there to love and support us. This is a very rare situation and we realized the importance of soaking up this moment.
No style show whether in New York City or Paris could ever top this one.
My next appearance was in a cute little short black dress with gold and silver studs. Yep, you are right — a cute little short black dress, on a 69 year-old! As my family has said many times, Only Dorothy would do that!
I sort of warned Mom about the short dress and she wondered if I could wear some leggings under it. Well no! She would have really been aghast if she knew how I avoid having panty lines.
There was a little break before our third appearance so I was able to hear all the stories as the ladies returned. Lori immediately shared that as she took her vest off to throw over her shoulder and that she had dropped it!
We were all laughing as she reminisced about how she just squatted down and properly picked it up, threw it across her shoulder and continued walking and smiling.
Our last walk was about to take place.
I’m wearing tight jeans with rhinestones on the pocket along with the black long sleeve tee. One side is off my shoulder to feature the rhinestone bra strap. I’m strutting in five inch silver spike heels. Although my outfit is sparkling, a sadness is sweeping in as these moments are ending. The sadness dissipates quickly with the unbelievable beat of the music. I felt the rhythm of that beat working in my hips and totally milked the moments as I stepped on the stage.
I just had fun!
We then dressed in whatever we wanted to wear the rest of the evening and waltzed down a spiral staircase to the sound of heavy applause below.
Then, I saw Jimmy about twenty feet away and our eyes locked as we moved toward each other. His face said it all. He was so proud and looked as if he were about to burst. We finally made it to each other and embraced like never before. We had been through so much and this was a celebration for both of us.
All of the other ladies received the same love and admiration as they met up with their families. Jimmy and I found the rest of my entourage. I’d never had an entourage before!
I had an infusion scheduled for the next day.
I walked through the door to wonderful greetings and compliments. I saw Ginger and Lisa first as my vital signs were charted, and being with them is always a pleasure. They were so pumped up over the night before, recalling how great their former patients looked. As we went into the Infusion room, there was so much joy. I realized it had meant as much to the staff as it had to us.
I was sitting near the main desk and watched as the nurses who had been at the show shared pictures with those who weren’t able to attend. For the entire three hours I was there, the laughter, comments and praise continued. They spoke of Amy that first came to Infusion center with long, curly red hair which was still red, curly, but short. As I listened, I realized how much we patients were embedded in their hearts.
Witnessing us so very alive had given them a powerful boost. Typically we finish our chemo, go home, grow our hair back and go on with a normal life, but these nurses don’t get to see that. Then I had the opportunity to share some thrilling news with them: Laura is pregnant!
I had no idea they loved us so much.
I want to end this by saying to Lisa: With all of your hard work, this is a bonus I’m sure you didn’t expect. Not only us ladies, but the staff of Mary Byrd Perkins has been so blessed and uplifted by your efforts.
It started when I was working in the 80s at ComputerLand. I was hired by my mom’s friend the year after I had graduated high school. She hired me to be her assistant.
We sold IBM PCs to banks. There were no hard drives or memory on computers in those days. We saved our data on something called a 5 1/4 inch floppy disc.
One beautiful day a cute square box with an apple on it arrived that changed our lives. I got to open it. That was truly an exciting memory.
It was the 1984 Macintosh also called the Mac Classic. We opened it up and I saw my first mouse. I couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream come true, someone, thank you Steve Jobs, had revolutionized the computer.
Do any of you guys remember Wordstar? It was pre-word and used on IBM computers. Basically, you had to type a command-U before underlining and a command-U after the words to stop underlining. If you forgot the second command, your entire page would be underscored.
Bwah Ha ha ha. That’s nerd humor for you.
I hung out with the technicians. We got to open backs of computers and change mother boards and printer adapters. Fun stuff yet thoroughly educational and enjoyable. One day my friend Keary programmed a tiny musical symphony.
Why I love Apple and Mac Computers.
In 1986, after working at IBM, I bought my first Mac Classic at the student store at San Jose State University. The price was US$999. It was a bit of a novelty among my friends but me and my roommate got all of our reports done and WE COULD EDIT THEM.
Does anyone remember using white out on paper on a typewriter?
After university, I got my first job at big company in Los Angeles. There again, it was Mac all the way. To date, I have had and worked on
Macintosh ~ 1984
Apple IIgs ~ 1986
Macintosh LC 1990
Power Macintosh ~ 1994
Powerbook ~ 1996
iMac ~ 1998
Macbook ~ 2007
iphone – 2010
Talk about brand loyalty. The most difficult time in my life is when I moved to Europe in 1995 and couldn’t get support for my Powerbook to get my email going. I survived through it though. Europe has only embraced Apple in the last few years.
What I love about Macs?
Design. Intelligence. Font choice. The smile when you boot. User friendliness. The cool factor. That I have another mac or Apple and plan on getting more.
Thank you Steve Jobs and God bless.
How about you? Just how much do you love your Apple products? Are you loyal to any ONE brand?
Also, I’ve never agreed with people who say Mac is just used for designers. I think ANYONE would love a mac product. Also I JUST had a long conversation how the ipad will revolutionize reading. I believe it will. I see kids with backpacks weighing 20 pounds and I get it big time.