The Macintosh
I love the Macintosh. A lot. Even though I wasn't really exposed to these computers until 2015 when my dad bought a MacBook Air, my appreciation for them runs deep. It's why in middle school I rocked a 5th generation iPod nano - the only Apple product I could really afford at the time beg for as a birthday gift. My path to computing started elsewhere, though. My first computer was a netbook running Windows XP - half a gig of RAM, 64GB storage, and an Intel Atom processor . That netbook became my introduction to Linux, Bash scripting, and the command line - not by choice, but by necessity. To me, programming was never a product-focused endeavor. It was always an art-based journey, where you're given a blank canvas to create anything of your liking. It's one of the very few art forms that transcends the mere observer into interacting with the art form itself. The audience doesn't just look at what you've made - they use it, live with it, make it part of their d...
