12-17-2008, 01:42 AM
It's been awhile since I've been to a MacWorld.
For my first few, I was a regular writer for a long-gone DTP magazine, and an equally defunct mag aimed at users of Macs. I'd get my current employer to spring for the trip, and spend days beforehand cadging invites to various press events/parties. I miss how they used to have a press day for us types, before they let the unwashed masses in.
Hmm. I was a speaker on a panel once, come to think of it. Oh, and the Mac Geekette groupies from back when AOL was Mac-only (it went downhill after they let in the PC folks, of course). They made up for the lack of nose candy in the occasional stretch limo. Claris (remember?) once had a huge do at one of SF's fancier seafood places. I don't think I've ever eaten so many raw oysters.
My absolute favorite memory was the big party some artsy software house (KPT?) threw at which Todd Rundgren and his band played well into the wee hours. His wife sang with them, and was about the hottest thing I'd seen in a gold lame dress (well, until Renee Fleming last week, but that's another story).
Back then it was the cool place to see all the cool new toys, of all descriptions. In recent years it's been less and less important, though. More lately as a gathering of the faithful than anything else. I remember how pathetically small the NYC MacWorlds were.
Ah well, another closed chapter from my misspent youth.
For my first few, I was a regular writer for a long-gone DTP magazine, and an equally defunct mag aimed at users of Macs. I'd get my current employer to spring for the trip, and spend days beforehand cadging invites to various press events/parties. I miss how they used to have a press day for us types, before they let the unwashed masses in.
Hmm. I was a speaker on a panel once, come to think of it. Oh, and the Mac Geekette groupies from back when AOL was Mac-only (it went downhill after they let in the PC folks, of course). They made up for the lack of nose candy in the occasional stretch limo. Claris (remember?) once had a huge do at one of SF's fancier seafood places. I don't think I've ever eaten so many raw oysters.
My absolute favorite memory was the big party some artsy software house (KPT?) threw at which Todd Rundgren and his band played well into the wee hours. His wife sang with them, and was about the hottest thing I'd seen in a gold lame dress (well, until Renee Fleming last week, but that's another story).
Back then it was the cool place to see all the cool new toys, of all descriptions. In recent years it's been less and less important, though. More lately as a gathering of the faithful than anything else. I remember how pathetically small the NYC MacWorlds were.
Ah well, another closed chapter from my misspent youth.