I believe I bought my first iMac back in the balmy, carefree days of 1998 or so. Clinton was still in the White House, kids were playing "Tomb Raider," "Seinfeld" had only recently gone off the air and maddeningly tinny "Drum n' Bass" music was all the rage. I remember when I first walked into the shop to purchase one. This was the second generation of iMacs, and the gimmick at the time was that they came in different colors. "Can I have a purple one?" I asked. "You mean grape, of course," corrected the woman behind the counter. "Fine, may I have a grape one?" I countered. She frowned. "We're out of the grape, unless you'd like to wait seven weeks." At this stage of the proceedings, the color of the machine didn't really matter to me. It could have been plaid for all I cared. "How about orange?" I offered. "You mean tangerine," she sniffed. After a few more Abbott-&-Costello-styled exchanges of this sort, I hauled a massively heavy, pukey-orange-colored iMac up Broadway and swiftly found myself hitchhiking onto the information superhighway from the comfort of my own apartment.
Twelve years later, I'm on my third iMac. Designed obsolescence seemingly being the watchword of all Apple products, after I'd upgraded each machine as much as I could have, I dutifully ponied up the cash for the newer model. I'm hoping the one I currently use lasts a bit longer than its predecessors, but who can say? I'll cross that perilous chasm when I get to it. In the interim, because I'm either a packrat, lazy or just inexcusably sentimental, I haven't thrown away any of my iMacs. The afore-cited tangerine machine resides in a big box in a storage space in the West Village, and its successor (the model with the round base and flat screen that was attached by a perilously flimsy metal stem) is currently gathering a fine patina of dust in my front hall closet. But come this April, all that's going to change, thanks to The 4th Bin.
The 4th Bin is an eco-conscious organization that seeks to curtail the exhaustive amount of "e-waste" that New York City produces on a dizzying level. Put simply, if you sign up by April 22nd , the 4th Bin team will come to your home or office and cart away any of your electronic crap. That's right. Say goodbye to your old cell phones, TV's, printers, monitors, toner cartridges, keyboards, cables and CPUs. They'll show up and make it all go bye-bye. And they're not like the Death Bear (who takes your ex's stuff and keeps it forever "in the Death Bear cave"), they actually reuse, recycle and process your e-stuff in an environmentally sound fashion. What's not to like? Everyone wins.
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