Really, Apple? That’s It?

I’m a developer.  I run Windows in a virtual machine on my MacBook Pro for the explicit purpose of running Visual Studio and SQL Server to do application development.  Those are some memory-hogging beasts, too, let me tell you.

I bought the maximum of 16GB of RAM when I bought my Retina MacBook Pro back in 2012.  It was spacious then.  Now, however, it’s getting to be not enough to speedily run everything I want to be running during my daily work.

So, I was excited that Apple was going to refresh the MacBook Pro.  It’s about time I upgrade.

I want one thing in a new laptop: more RAM. Several manufacturers out there currently have 32GB buildouts.  I’m quite jealous, let me tell you.

So, imagine my disappointment when Apple “upgrades” their professional laptop, and proceeds to *remove* more than it adds.  *And*, keeps the same maximum amount of memory as my four-year old laptop.

I’m pretty pissed off about that design choice, and moreso because of the mealy-mouthed “32GB would cut down on battery life” reason that Apple gave.

OK, fine.  So my battery life might be less.  You don’t think I’m big enough to make that kind of tradeoff choice for myself?  So give me a warning about it.  BUT give me the choice, too.

Because I work with my laptop plugged in far more often than not, anyway.

So now, I’m contemplating buying a non-Apple computer for the first time in about 15 years.  I can get much better hardware specs, much better performance, and pay much less money elsewhere.

I’m pretty bummed about how drastically Apple has lost the drive to be in the lead since Steve shuffled off the mortal coil.

This might just be the last straw for me, though.

Feh.

 

Downtown Premiere

shuffling past the pampered penguins
flashing a pitiful crude broken sign
wasted, tattered, raw and sickened
she cries, pleading for small mercies

flashing a pitiful crude broken sign
to the sea of uncaring fat shiny faces
she cries, pleading for small mercies
they hear nothing, see little, care less

to the sea of uncaring fat shiny faces
dashing herself against their indifference
they hear nothing, see little, care less
she breaks, drowning outside their harbor

dashing herself against their indifference
stoned face apathy, merciless, unmakes her
she breaks, drowning outside their harbor
the penguins move on, ignoring the wreckage

Puzzle

This dusty, pretty box
Left high on a shelf
Dusted off, lid lifted
Filled with shattered pieces
Of dreams, once bright…

Who will care enough
To take them out
Sort them one by one
Put them together again
Let their beauty shine, whole?

I will. I will.
For the dreams I see
Taking shape again
Are far too beautiful
To remain broken in the dark.

One piece at a time
Each day laid to rest
A step taken in faith
Another part revealed
To be cherished anew…

©2016 Aaron Brown

Bloom

Unexpected, this encounter
Strange, this warmth of early spring
Through windows long closed, ‘gainst winter
Thrown open again, feeling the breeze
Welcome, spring’s awakening

Winter is beauty, haunting
Spring is life, returning

Listen, as flowers to rain
Revel, as birds ‘tween clouds
Live, as lovers in bloom

©2016, Aaron Brown