Crossing the Chasm

I realized tonight when emailing with Matt that you just have to take the hit. Rip the band-aid off. Grab the bull by the horns. Grasp the nettle. Cross the chasm. And so I switched. I'm coming at you now from the Mac, on my desk, Windows machine switched off, mouse and keyboard attached to Mac, feeling permanent. Everything remains in limbo, however. I've now got nothing to sync my iPhone to (haven't yet transferred mp3/mp4 library to Mac iTunes). Nor the iPod in the car, and similary my cameras are feeling homeless. My DVD ripping pipeline is, ahem, hosed. And everything's interdependent: I can't sync my iPhone with the Mac until I've got contacts and calendar and music transferred over properly. Meh. So switching the Windows machine off is both (a) actually a purely mechanical pre-requisite for attaching the four Firewire drives to the new Apple laptop; and (b) actually going to make me make the switch. What they call, in my sometimes depressingly managerial and buzzword-laden line of work, a "forcing function". Gulp. But no, this does feel good: "Copying 2,733 items to 'Music', 30GB of 131.77GB - About 45 minutes". It's started. And wow, the study is so quiet now. That Dell was noisier than you'd think.