So This Happened

It was time.  I hope I don't ultimately regret my decision.

After the third and last butterfly keyboard replacement on my 2016 MacBook Pro about a year and a half ago, everything had been working well until a few months ago. Between battery life having dropped to less than four hours (on a good day), the weekly need to offload files from a too-small drive and the near constant beach balls I'd suffer through on a daily basis, I knew the day was coming that the machine would have to be replaced. I had been hoping to hold off until fall, when Apple is expected to release  completely redesigned MacBook Pros with 14- and 16-inch screens, mag-safe power connections, and the return of most of the ports it had removed in the 2016 models, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that something had to give, and sooner rather than later.

Ben was suffering similar problems with his 2017 machine, and out of the blue last week he came home with a new M1 MacBook Air. I have to admit I was a little jealous. The keyboard alone was such an improvement over that butterfly piece of shit that alone was worth me getting a replacement. Since Apple was willing to give me $460 in trade for the old machine, it was a no-brainer for me to pull the trigger and buy something new—even if I was going to end up losing 2 USB ports in the process.

I did not get an Air. The M1 Air is nice, but I'm not a huge fan of the wedge shape. I had an Air back in 2011, and while I didn't hate it, I felt like I had to handle it with kid gloves because the display was so damn thin. So I ordered a slightly upgraded M1 MacBook Pro. I opted for 16GB RAM and a 1TB SSD in case I'm not blown away by what Apple releases in the fall and end up keeping this machine for the next four to five years.

I've had it for a couple days now, and I while I didn't notice much of a speed increase at first, once everything got indexed, some things are now happening much faster. That does not include Adobe Bridge (which is actually slower in generating thumbnails), but it's not a native M1 application so it's running through the Rosetta 2 emulator and Bridge has always been a big steaming pile of crap to begin with, regardless of the platform it's running on.

The keyboard is a joy. I've yet to hear the fans kick in (even with Bridge, which in the past had been the biggest offender), and it stays absolutely cool to the touch.

Some Snaps of San Francisco Pride Sunday from Years Past

1986

This was my first parade. We (my tribe) weren't even living in SF yet, but like so many others, we flew up specifically to attend.

1987

This was our first parade as full-fledged San Francisco residents.

Your host. (I was never that young.)
Lee and Tom
Alan
Kenny (yellow) (RIP) and Jim (blue) (RIP)

1988

This was the year the parade reversed direction because of light rail construction downtown, forcing the parade to start in the Castro and end at the Civic Center instead of starting at the base of Market Street. My dad—along with James, a longtime friend—flew up from Tucson to attend.

Kevin (RIP)
Lee and Tom
Tim and Alan

Your host

Kevin (RIP)

Jim (RIP)

1989

Continuing the previous year's route because track work was still going on downtown, the parade once again started in the Castro. This year my dad (who had relocated to the bay area during the previous year) and my mom were there.

Diana and Alan
Frank
Lee

I only discovered years later this contains a picture of a future boyfriend, Rory, the guy on the right carrying the flag.

1990

The energy of the parade this year—returning to it's original route moving up Market Street to the Civic Center—was off. I don't know if it was just me (I'd been going through some romantic troubles) or if it was the fact it was—for a second year in a row—completely overcast, but my heart just wasn't into it. In fact, I think I lingered only for about 90 minutes before returning home.

Barry
Some dude I regularly played with at a certain venue downtown…

1991

Back in a party mood after whatever had gotten me so down the year before, I headed downtown with every intention of getting as many photos of hot guys as I could. Overall I think I did a pretty good job.

1992

This would be my last parade, despite the fact I think that overall it was my  best, photographically speaking. Ironically, my attitude the following year and every one thereafter was "I mean really, how many photos of hot guys at the parade can one take?" so I never attended one again. Plus, the beginning of my attitude that "there are so many more interesting things about me than the fact I'm gay" was beginning  to take hold and I didn't feel the need to continually announce it to the world and was entering a period of when I was over the whole gay thing. I was slowly turning into what I dreaded: "a jaded, tired old queen living up on the hill." (Although living up on the hill wouldn't happen for several more years.)


Your host

Alan

Released 43 Years Ago Today

Giorgio & Chris: Love's in You, Love's in Me (1978)

Never one of my favorites, but looked back upon fondly, especially Burning the Midnight Oil.

I get the totally unsubstantiated feeling that Giorgio was sleeping with Chris and was hoping to make her the next Donna Summer. Unfortunately, Chris didn't possess the vocal talent of Summer and this is why I think this was a one-off album…