Yesterday afternoon, walking back from the grocery store, my eye was caught by a flash of white and aluminum on the second story of a building.

Looking closer, I could make out the white bitten-apple shape so familiar to me. It was an iMac, as seen from behind, barely hidden by the angle of my view from the street and the curtains. It coyly displayed a few cables, running under the desk on which it was poised.

…damn that was sexy.