Jannis Hermanns built a lovely little Macintosh Classic from Lego and brilliantly integrated a 2.7" e-ink display controlled by a Raspberry Pi Zero. He kindly posted his build plans right here.
My 11-year-old has been using an old keyboard on her hand-me-down computer setup. Some of the keys are worn down to the point of being blank. Read the rest
Mutahhir Ali Hayat wrote on his blog:
I probably have ADHD, but I don’t want to get checked. I’m afraid the doctor will confirm that I’m a serial procrastinator. Don’t get me wrong, I usually get my work done, but I would like to go about it better and get more work done than I do now.
I also can’t read long technical articles without getting lost most of the time. I find myself skipping forward without notice, and having to retrace my steps. I get frustrated eventually, grit my teeth, put my finger on the screen and read really slowly. To make matters worse many websites have small fonts, stingy line spacing and too much text on the same page.
So he created an app for Macintosh called Slicereader, which breaks text into paragraphs that are displayed one-per-page. To advance to the next paragraph, you press the spacebar.
Here I am, days after I was born, being held by my father in front of the family Macintosh.
Our family has spent an enormous amount of time and effort growing with Apple. My brother and I spent years playing with Kid Pix and Shufflepuck Café. We stayed up late reading through the manuals for Myst and plotting our progress in the provided journal. We collected the bunnies in Power Pete.
My dad bought the iLife suite as soon as it came out. It was a regular joke at home that we were "living the iLIFE!" I made videos for class. We started saving photos on the computer and sharing them with family. Recently, my dad finished scanning all our family photos and videos. It's an invaluable gift to be able to smoothly find photos of my parents' wedding, or to watch my brother being silly at the kitchen table before a cub scout meeting.
When I chose to go to boarding school in northern Maine for my last two years of high school, I bought my first iMac to celebrate. I would never have survived the unexpected challenges of living with a hundred other students surrounded by fifteen feet of snow had I not been able to retreat online and to talk to my mom on iChat on a daily basis. I still IM my mom nearly every day.
And when things went wrong, it was okay to expect perfection from Apple. They made things right for us, every time. Read the rest