Apple has always only competed in the middle-to-high range of the computer market. But it was never the case, historically, that Apple sold a majority of middle-to-high-end computers. Even given that NPD’s numbers represent only retail sales, is there any reasonable doubt that Apple’s share of the non-retail market for $1,000+ computers is also growing?
Apple’s strong growth in this segment is a sign that the market is turning against Windows. If for no other reason than that Apple has never entered the low-cost computer market, it’s always been the case that the most budget-conscious computer buyers were Windows users. But the converse wasn’t true — not all Windows users were cheapies.
Today, though, Microsoft is increasingly left only with customers whose priority is price.
(You may not care for some of the language he uses in this piece.)
And if Linux (or a variation thereof) ever really gets traction, the low end of the market is in trouble too.
Originally written and posted March 2005. Since that time, Bernie Maddoff has made one of the clubs featured in this piece famous (if impecunious,) so I’ve rewritten it a bit. The following year I got to play golf at the Ridgeway Country Club, a formerly “Jewish country club” in Memphis, TN, which opened its membership to Gentiles. I also have a much more active relationship with my old home town now than then.
If you’ve spent a lot of time in my Palm Beach material on this blog, you’ve probably figured out that most of this material comes from a long time ago. You also probably figure a lot of it has changed. And indeed much has changed in South Florida in the years since Buff roamed the overgrown back yards of this exclusive place, searching for rodents and other wildlife.
Every now and then I get to catch up on the news from Palm Beach, and I find out that, for some things, “plus de change, plus la meme chose” (more change, more of the same thing.) One of those concerns Palm Beach’s private clubs. The fact that they’re exclusive isn’t surprising; that’s the nature of the place. And, since we are on U.S. soil, the freedom of association (under attack by our courts, but still there) make it possible for private clubs to admit whom they want and to exclude whom they don’t. But there’s one rather insidious practice that hasn’t changed even with all of the other social changes we have experienced here in the U.S., one that has survived the coming and going of many of us.
Anyone who lived on the north end of the island had to pass the Palm Beach Country Club, with its well manicured course and pristine clubhouse, to go anywhere. As we passed this place time and time again, I (a kid of nine or ten) wondered, “Why do we pass this place up to go to another club?” I grew up in a family where it wasn’t wise to ask too many questions, but eventually I was told that it was the “Jewish Country Club,” and since we were Gentiles, we belonged elsewhere. (That “elsewhere” was the Breakers.)
This segregation was strictly enforced. There were “Jewish clubs,” there were “Gentile clubs,” and n’er the twain met. This enforcement could be brutal. In the early 1960’s a member of another of Palm Beach’s exclusive clubs (the Everglades Club) made the mistake of bringing her Jewish friend for lunch. She was asked to resign her membership.
I never fully understood this state of affairs. It made sense to me to pass the synagogue to go to Bethesda, but the club? My puzzlement was reinforced by another fact of life: the private clubs were segregated by Jew and Gentile, but the private schools were not. All through my years in school in South Florida, Jewish and Gentile kids were together. I had many Jewish friends and classmates. Sometimes things didn’t go according to plan. My brother made the mistake of calling a Jewish classmate a “Jew boy,” and same son of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob responded by fracturing his jaw. (That’s one way to deal with anti-Semitism!) Both the valedictorian and saludictorian of my Episcopal prep school graduating class were Jewish. As the valedictorian gave her speech, her father listened with his concentration camp number tattooed on him, a reminder that he (and many other Jews) did well to be there at all.
This was all during the period when the public schools were being desegregated, a process which was challenging enough on its face but which was compounded by the way the Palm Beach County school system went about it. I am sure that at least some of the judges which ordered desegregated schools went to “segregated” clubs. Couldn’t someone have “connected the dots” on this issue? Couldn’t the elites have led by example, even if there was and is no legal compulsion to change? Evidently not.
Today we have over forty years of civil rights legislation under our belts, along with all of this “diversity” and “tolerance” business. But even today the clubs of Palm Beach–and many elsewhere in South Florida and beyond–are still divided between Jew and Gentile. Some clubs in other places have opened up on this matter. But dear old Palm Beach is “sticking with tradition” on this one. If the “Blue State” elites are really serious about maintaining their dominance, they can start by “leading by example” on an issue like this.
At Camp Quest, children will be led to believe that science, which forms the main substance of their instruction, is incompatible with religion and religious beliefs, not because a scientific education makes this fact self-evident but because children at Camp Quest ‘learn about science, the scientific method, critical thinking’ alongside ‘world religions and church-state separation’, a correspondence which is normally avoided and criticised by atheists and mainstream educational establishments, rather than encouraged, even if it is to discredit links between the two spheres. (emphasis mine)
That, in a nutshell, is one of atheism’s biggest problems.
I’m one of those people who’d like to see hard science and math education become the “core” education in our schools, as opposed to the arts or social sciences, which is the case now in the Anglophone world in general and the U.S. in particular. Looking at the end result of such an emphasis would lead to engineers and scientists at the top of our society (as is the case in China) rather than the lawyers. The reason why this isn’t so is complicated, from cultural factors to the systemic problems our public schools have in retaining science and math teachers to the fact that excelling in any scientific educational track is hard work.
Many Christians might think that this would lead to a diminishment of faith in our students. But I know better. And so do the atheists, which is why, at places like Camp Quest, they have to lard a curriculum in scientific discovery with materialistic philosophy to get their point across.
The fact that a scientific education doesn’t make atheism self-evident per se is a serious problem for the purveyors of anti-theism.
Hillary Clinton says running for office isn’t on her “radar,” but she still has an eight-person political team and sports two overflowing campaign war chests.
Her team transformed the former Democratic White House contender’s massive campaign debts into a $3 million mountain of political cash, according to federal fund-raising records through the end of June.
Although most people are talking in terms of 2016, don’t rule out 2012.
Like every other American President since the 1960’s , Barack Obama is sitting on a notoriously impatient electorate. Given that and the combination of the current depression and his idea of burdening the economy with growth in the non-productive sector, he (and we) will probably have a real mess on our hands by 2012 (to say nothing of 2010.)
Back when Jimmy Carter accomplished a similar feat, Ted Kennedy was working to unseat him for the 1980 nomination. Without Chappaquidick looming in the background, there’s no doubt that he could have done it, in which case Ronald Reagan would have had an uphill battle in the general election. But Kennedy’s nautical adventures on Martha’s Vineyard sunk both his chances at the nomination and his party’s chance to reverse Carter’s problems and win the White Hosue.
The Republicans have helped things along, too. For years the Democrats have coralled the elderly by saying that the Republicans would take away their Social Security. Now the Republicans have returned the favour by saying that Obama’s health plan will take away Medicare. That sets up Hillary Clinton as a standard bearer for her own aging generation, one she doesn’t have to get in the middle of just yet because she’s out of the country being the North Korean’s mommy. But, should she get in the race for 2012, the nomination will be a generational split.
People who grow up in what used to be called the “Gold Coast” (Palm Beach, Broward and Dade Counties) take for granted their natural surroundings. From the standpoint of most of the rest of the country, South Florida is an exotic paradise. Growing up in that “paradise” has been a defining event for me: it’s moulded the way I look at life and the way I express that, especially with stuff like The Ten Weeks.
But that paradise is also fragile. The basic problem is that it is a victim of its own success; too many people agree with this, so they move there. The result has been development that has exceeded the ability of the region’s natural resources to support it properly.
These photos come from an earlier era in South Florida history, and hopefully will remind people of what the placed used to look like. The Unix Era started 1 January 1970; that should give you an idea of the vintage of these photographs. I took some of them but not all. Enjoy!
Below: A “bird’s eye” view of Miami in 1962. The main inlet is Government Cut; the large sandy island on the south side is Dodge Island, being transformed from a natural island (such as Fisher Island, at the top right corner of the photo) to a man-made creation. Man-made islands fill the north end of Biscayne Bay, as you can see to the left of Dodge Island. In the back is Miami Beach, better known today for its “South Beach,”, the diet and the exposure that results therefrom. (Photo courtesy of Aerial Surveys Inc., Miami)
No high speed chases here: Old Port Cove, the large marina and condominium facility north of West Palm Beach, employs the use of a Ford Pinto to patrol the premises, as shown in this 1974 photo. With its 1.6 and 2.0 litre engines, the Pinto wasn’t very speedy to start with, but with its particularly explosive rear gas tank, it was a gamble to ride in. (For another Pinto photo in South Florida, click here.)
Above and below: a view of South Florida’s vegetation from a golf course, in this case the Ocean Reef course on Key Largo, in 1970. Note how brown the fairways are. South Florida usually averages about 55″ of rain a year, but the late 1960’s and early 1970’s represented a time of drought. The Everglades burned, and people started thinking about what was really happening to the region.
Nasty weather coming up over Coconut Creek, August 1978. Those afternoon showers (especially in the summer) are a part of South Florida life–when the rain is normal. Photo courtesy of NOAA.
Looking for more nasty weather: a hurricane hunting plane flies over Ft. Lauderdale on its way to the Bahamas, September 1964. Photo courtesy of NOAA.
More construction: installing the foundation for an expansion to the Cadillac Hotel, Miami Beach. This photo ended up in my family business’ literature.
Below: a “back forty” in Boca Raton, 1972. The slash pine scrub dominated much of Palm Beach County on both sides of Florida’s Turnpike until development swallowed it up. The irony is that much of the scrub was made possible by the drainage done by what was then called South Florida Flood Control, which converted it from the Everglades with canals like the ones you see in the photo. It is also interesting to contrast this with the Ocean Reef photos to show that a region that one would think is “homogeneous” in terrain is so varied in its flora.
One use of slash pines was their sap; it forms a very hard resin that is useful for caulking wooden ships. Unfortunately, if you park your car below one (as we see above,) you’ll end up with rock-hard drips of the sap on the car, which are next to impossible to remove.
Some issues just won’t go away: A St. Andrew’s School sophomore points out the obvious Confederate flag on the wall of a dorm room while his classmates (one American and one Bahamian) have a good laugh at his expense. This appeared in the 1971 Tartan (St. Andrews’ yearbook.) It is doubtful that this product of a very liberal (then and now) school would pass muster anywhere in the U.S. today.
More scrub, this time on Powerline Road, August 1973. Starting in Broward County, it extended into Palm Beach County, but only as far as Boca Raton Road. This was probably taken close to that ending. All of this, of course, is now developed.
The rapid change in the region was probably a spur to me as a Christian; faced with a landscape that developed so relentlessly make me think of something that was more permanent and eternal.
Some of the human landscape: Grace’s Food Store, on the corner of NW 20th St. and NW 2nd Ave., Boca Raton, 1973. Their specialty was great Cuban sandwiches, brought by the hard-working refugees from Fidel Castro’s Cuba. South Florida was and is ethnically diverse, but the lack of community generally resulted in a juxtaposition of groups that basically didn’t like each other rather than a region united in its variations.
Left: Looking outward: a view of the Palm Beach Inlet from the Port of Palm Beach, mid-1970’s. At the time the Port was mostly for freight, which our business used to ship its product (sitting on the dock) throughout the world.
While loading the product on a ship, a view of a South Florida landmark now gone: the smokestacks at the Port of Palm Beach’s FPL power plant. Lacking a lighthouse, the smokestacks were a useful aid to navigation for those who preferred (or had) to look at where they were going rather than at their GPS. But the oil fired plant was replaced, and the smokestacks were demolished in June 2011.
Pompano Fashion Square, August 1973. Shopping malls were especially useful in South Florida due to the hot, rainy and humid climate. In the back is J.C. Penney’s, itself a survivor of the many upheavals that have taken place in American retail.
A spectacular South Florida sunset. Boynton Beach, 1974.
Everyone who has been commenting any length of time here is well aware that we don’t allow comments exhorting people to leave TEC or stay in TEC, nor do we allow comments castigating either decision…
But for ourselves, we are so determined to have a blog with a larger message and a varied and, shall we say, somewhat larger audience, that we will begin immediately banning without warning those who violate this well-known and long-standing commenting policy.
Valiant in reporting the vagaries of the Anglican/Episcopal world, Sarah Hey is enigmatic to the point where, on one thread, the commenters traded back and forth speculations as to why she wouldn’t join an Anglican church in the event she herself left TEC. I’m sure she found our guessing game amusing, to say the least.
As a practical matter, telling people they need to leave their church is, in most cases, counterproductive. People join various churches for various reasons. As with most churches, there has been a wide variation in the degree of orthodoxy on a local level that has allowed conservative Christian people to remain in TEC. It’s better to set forth the truth, convince people of same and let them decide for themselves (or better ask God for his direction) whether they’re in the wrong church or not. That’s the advice I give my Evangelical counterparts concerning Roman Catholics, and it applies as well to TEC or any other Main Line church.
One can only hope that these convictions will not affect his judgment at the institutes of health. After all, understanding human well-being at the level of the brain might very well offer some “answers to the most pressing questions of human existence” — questions like, Why do we suffer? Or, indeed, is it possible to love one’s neighbor as oneself? And wouldn’t any effort to explain human nature without reference to a soul, and to explain morality without reference to God, necessarily constitute “atheistic materialism”?
Francis Collins is an accomplished scientist and a man who is sincere in his beliefs. And that is precisely what makes me so uncomfortable about his nomination. Must we really entrust the future of biomedical research in the United States to a man who sincerely believes that a scientific understanding of human nature is impossible?
Ever since my slow-motion intellectual boxing match with Citadel astrophysicist Saul Adelman, it’s always bothered me that the end game of secularists in the pure and applied sciences is to make practical atheism a “litmus test” for practitioners of the scientific/engineering craft (to steal a term from Masonry and Wicca.) Sam Harris can’t quite bring himself to throw the traditional secularist fit over Collins’ nomination, in part because he knows Collins’ achievements as a scientist would make that look rather stupid. So he shadow boxes around the issue, even in an outlet as agressively secular as the New York Times.
I can’t resist answering his question, “Why do we suffer?” From a purely materialistic standpoint, the simple answer is “why does it matter?” But if he wants to delve into this further, he might start by looking in the mirror. With his pig-headed dogmatism, many of the rest of us are sure to suffer if he succeeds in shoving his idea down everyone else’s throat. Just listening to these people induces pain.
But, as my differential equations/complex analysis professor in graduate school used to say, onward…
It’s generally true that “champagne tastes and caviar dreams” involve a yacht somewhere. Today most of them are fibreglass creations, but as soon as he could see his way clear, my father got us into the era of “iron men and wooden ships.” Well, at least the wooden ships…
Before we got there: the course to Palm Beach (and the Bahamas for that matter) was navigated first by my grandparents, who first started to come to South Florida in the early 1930’s as part of my grandfather’s aviation activities.
Below are two shots of my grandparents’ yacht Courier, a Grebe, at the West Palm Beach Marina during the Christmas of 1948. They eventually moved to Palm Beach in 1957, with us following seven years later. In the background of the upper photo is the Flagler (Royal Poinciana) Bridge, which is in the process of being replaced; behind it (rather washed out) is the Biltmore Hotel.
Below: our first boat, a 36′ Chris Craft, docked at Bimini in 1963. Since we were living in Chattanooga, TN at the time, it had TN registration. It cruised both the Tennessee River and and the waters of Florida and the Bahamas.
Bimini is the closest Bahama island to the U.S., and it’s good we chose it to start, as packing four people into a 36′ yacht (?) wasn’t fun then and now. Note the two flags flying from the bridge: the Bahamian colonial flag and our family burgee.
Our second yacht, a 51′ classic. Here it’s decked out for Christmas at Ocean Reef in 1965.
Cruising the Little Bahama Bank between West End and the Abacos, the summer before. Not a visually appealing boat, and dreadfully slow (it cruised at 10 knots,) it was a good in the high seas, which was about to be tested here. It’s practical virtues got another test when we almost sent it to the bottom off of Eleuthera, as I describe here.
After that near disaster, we felt it wise to have our boat checked out “stateside” to make sure everything was all right under the water line. This video shows the boat at drydock at Rybovich and Sons Boat Works in West Palm Beach, Florida, along with its relaunching.
Right: our cat Buff, a faithful companion on the water, acting as a welcoming committee of one for our second yacht. Domestic cats have a reputation for hating the water, but as long as he didn’t actually end up in it (and the seas weren’t too rough) Buff loved a good cruise. As long as his final destination wasn’t the vet, travel was definitely his “bag,” as they said in that day.
Our last yacht leaving the Palm Beach Inlet, with Singer Island in the background. 65′ long, attractive and comfortable, it nevertheless wasn’t the best craft for a storm, as we found out the hard way. Note that the sea just in front of the beach is a different (brown) colour from what our craft is going through. This is because Lake Worth was badly polluted at that time; when the tide went out, the foul water went with it. The line between the lake effluent and the ocean was usually very crisp, as one can see above. (Photo by Bernice Ransom Studios, Palm Beach.)
A fine crew: the larger the yacht, the larger the crew; our last one usually required two. Elmer “Bud” Curless (left) and Captain James North pose in their dress uniforms. True to form, we had khaki ones for normal duty. It’s fair to say that many people who go into yachting do so to create their own “navy” (or in our case our own coast guard.) Such a pose gives an HMS Pinafore aspect to the whole thing, with one notable exception: both the crew and their employer were not shy about using a “big, big D.” (Photo by Bernice Ransom Studios) (Click here for another view of our bridge, albeit in a “working” mode.)
A boy and his cat: that’s me holding ours as we prepare to take to sea. Although Buff was pretty good about having “sea legs,” if the motion got rough enough, he’d either get someone to hold him or he’d throw his front paws around my mother’s neck. In this case we were still in harbour, and the cat expressively signals that the restraint is, well, premature at least.
Slightly overloaded: on our last yacht, we had two dinghys. The smaller of the two is shown at the left. Called a “Dilly Boat,” it was an 8′ long, cathedral hull fibreglass boat, not really suitable for all of the three people occupying it in this photo, taken at the Ocean Reef Resort on Key Largo.One of the things that has changed dramatically since our years on the water is the engine horsepower that propel ships of all sizes in the water. For me, it’s still hard to believe the power that’s put into boats now, large and small, and the speeds they routinely achieve. However, this craft took slow to a new level. The outboard motor driving this small craft was only a 3 hp Johnson with a self-contained fuel tank.
Shortly after my family moved to Palm Beach, my mother visited the Embassy Travel Bureau to make some arrangements to go to Europe. The Bureau was owned by Nigel and Yvelyne “Deedy” Marix (Deedy was later Mayor of Palm Beach.) Nigel, a very proper Englishman, asked my mother, “Have you ever been abroad?”
It is an enduring mystery why US pundits should see a difference between the philosophy of Democrats (who stand for spending more than you raise) and the Republicans (who stand for raising less than you spend).