It was a dark and stormy night, the last Sunday in July. I was walking home alone, lost in confusion over quantum deformations of the de Sitter group and why they don't have finite dimentional unitary representations in 3D but do in 2D. At the end of a long row of grey rubbish bins, a flash of bondi blue caught my eye: there, face fown on the pavement, was a realeo truleo original iMac:
It never crossed my mind to leave the poor thing to its fate. As I lugged it home strangers smiled and made admiring comments. And I rationalised, swapping hands, that I'd meant to go to the gym that evening anyway. At worst I'd have a psychadelic power cord for my troubles.
The moment of truth: I plugged it in, pressed the 
button, and got , then 
!
Up came the puzzle pieces...
System Info (??) gave me the specifications:
233 MHz
- the very first kind
4GB
hard drive
160MB
memory - a previous owner added 128, nice!.
Software
While OS 9 was fun for a laugh...
(remember when IE looked like 
and had funny retracting toolbar?)
.
(500k screenshot)
The
dock and exposé (see right) work as advertised...
I guess it would take me a little practice to become as fluent as I am
with the windows task bar.
pizza
box Power Mac 6100 (of 1994 vintage) complete with
screen. Weird connections abound: the screen is HDI-45, the keyboard and
mouse are ADB, the ethernet AAUI, the hard drive SCSI... and it should
run at a blazing 60MHz, if only I could find the obscure battery it needs
to boot up.
This
theory was dashed two weeks later and another block down, by findind a
beige G3 (1998) which is the same iMac in a business
suit, just about. 
