The Byron Bay goat and Steve Jobs

Been 5 - 6 weeks without 'watching' TV. I use inverted commas because the beast is everywhere,even in the el Porto chicken burger shop, so I should write,5-6 weeks until I voluntarily sat down and watched a TV show, excluding some movies I downloaded from SBS on Demand and itunes.
Been reading Steve Jobs Biography and being stimulated by talk of molded plastic, Graphic User Interfaces, Apple II (I thought there was such a thing as Apple IIe, but maybe it was c) and macs. I thought that computers would never take off when I had to do the dos thing in 1984 on the apple IIe (that I may have invented, given that they only mention IIc in the book) and I only hopped back onto them some time in the late 1990s when I bought a mac with a 250 meg hard drive and probably 4-8 meg of ram (if that??).
If you are getting exited by all the retro tech talk, you should find the Jobs book enthralling. And usually there are half a dozen mac products being played with in the general vicinity of where you are reading it - few on the plane last night, few on the bus today.
It seems to me a waste of time though, the old products had something to them, you had to think about them a bit, using them was special. Not Apple's fault that this went down the gurgler, it's the whole internet thing where there's too much info in my gmail, twitter being reported as news in newspaper that aren't on paper and a greedy google monster that wants to take over the world. For all the shit out there I virtually have none reading my shit and I have only had a few referrals from Russian hackers who by now have probably realised that they only have about 10 seconds between my pay going into my bank account and my bank confiscating it back to pay for all the stuff they lent me money for.
What the world is missing is a goat. And I found it, near the Byron Bay lighthouse. I was charmed by the young ladies speaking german and Swedish and the like clambering up the hill asking me to take photos for facebook, when I saw the goat. I thought they'd all been shot many years ago, so it was like realising that they were still sold Commodore 64s rather than ipads. Naturally, rather than just soaking in the moment, as I used to do in the early 90s, I whipped out the phone, not my iphone but my Finnish phone with no touch screen, and took a photo of it.
And I wish for the days that we weren't all so distracted by our phones, and camera phones, and camera phones with ipods in them, that we took notice of what was going on. Maybe after a year with no TV...