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For the past week or so, I've been furiously working on my MacWorld presentation, trying to find exactly what I want to say, and just the right way to say it. It's been a lot more difficult than I had anticipated. This is going to be a very different type of experience than what people are used to at keynotes. I'm not going to talk about the future of anything, or pontificate about how Apple is doing this or not doing that . . . I'm strictly there to entertain the audience.
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I was twelve going on thirteen the first time I saw a Macintosh computer. It happened in the summer of 1984 -- a long time ago; even longer if you measure according to Moore's Law.
I was in a bookstore in the San Fernando Valley, looking for a magazine (I think it was called "Byte.") My friend Brian told me that this magazine was filled with playable arcade games — all I had to do was copy the programs, written in BASIC, to my TI 99/4a.
"Wil, we're late for dinner. We have to leave now." It was my father. He held my brother's hand, and my six year-old sister sat atop his shoulders.
I looked at the rack in front of me: the magazine I had hoped to find wasn't there, and now I would have to leave empty-handed. I tried to stall him.
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