An outpouring of love for the playful, personality-filled Macintosh Classic

It’s easy to pick up and transport from place to place. I’m too young to have used a compact Mac as my main machine, but I can readily imagine taking it into a dorm at college and then home again at the end of the semester. At 16 pounds, it’s not light, for sure, but the handle built into the top means it’s easy to carry regardless, and it certainly doesn’t feel heavy.And oh, how lovely that handle feels! I know it sounds like a silly thing to be excited about, but the thickness and solidity of the handle that you curl your fingers around, which both makes it easy to grip and makes it feel substantial, nudges you to reflect every time you pick up the Classic that it is a quality piece of hardware.
That feeling persists when you switch it on. The switch itself–easy to locate by touch, not least because it’s directly above where the power lead plugs in–is not just an intensely satisfying shape but makes the most pleasing, positive, unmistakable thunkwhen you flick it.When you do, you get that reassuring beep and then a businesslike whir as it boots; it feels like you’ve woken something up. The cathode ray tube sleepily warms up, and before long you’re greeted with the happy Mac icon.

I do mean greeted’ too. It’s a little pathetic, but our hard-wiring and cultural conditioning means that when I see a pattern of pixels making up a crude face, at some level I parse it as a person, and get that little tickle of recognition and fellow-feeling. Hello, little Mac! What shall we do today?

And that screen! That dinky, sharp, perfect little screen! There’s something fundamentally honest and pure about a 1-bit, black and white display, and the crispness of the pixels is a genuine delight even in these days of pixels so tiny we can’t actually see them. The low resolution itself of the display means that each pixel on screen is sharp, unlike with the fuzziness of the higher-resolution, color CRTs that were to follow. I’ll never stop loving the 1-bit interface design of these early Macs, or the tricks its designers pulled to imply drop-shadows and shades of grey.


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It’s clean and spare and elegant, but despite having to cram everything into what by today’s standards is a minuscule screen, it still has still bags of personality and charm. Witness, for example, how the rounded edges of the UI echo the rounded edges of the bezel surrounding it.

So yes, I completely adore the Classic form factor. It’s such a captivating, self-contained bundle of happiness. So compact, so totable. I just want to tousle its hair and pinch its cheeks and call it slugger.

Counter-intuitively, despite its bulkiness and old-fashionedness, it actually feelssmaller than modern Macs, and not just because of its diminutive 9-inch screen. Its small footprint means that a Classic plopped onto a desk both looks neat and discreet, and also doesn’t dominate and demand attention in the way that even the smallest of the modern iMacs–its direct descendants–do.

The original Classic was criticized for its low power and lack of expandability (and where have we heard that recently?), criticisms the Classic II largely answered, but it’s the external aesthetic of the Classic and Classic II that I love so much.

It was the first vintage Mac I ever bought, and it will always have a special place in my heart. Which Mac holds that place