After weeks of trepidation, I finally took the leap and upgraded the memory on my mac. To be clear, I did not take it to the beautiful (if slightly sterile) temple that is the Apple store, hand it to some tragically hip genius who whisked it away to a magical back room. No, I sat down on my admittedly less than pristine couch with a puppy helper and the world's tiniest screwdriver to pull the back off my computer. A click here, a snap there and it was done. It turned back on and voilà 8 gigs of memory. I was nervous about doing it (my life is on that computer) but it went so well.
There were two key learnings from the experience. One, the rumors are true; macs are just as beautiful on the inside. And two, it was totally empowering to fix my computer myself. I will most likely continue to defer to the aforementioned genius for future repairs but for this straight forward fix, I was glad to do it myself. It was an opportunity to see the inner working of my computer and to feel real ownership of my upgraded system.
Screws not glue indeed!
It begins... You can see my little map of tiny screws and their location over on the blue cloth.
Reminds me of looking out the window on night flights to see the tiny lights of a city below.
