Welcome to the
Survivor Contest on Avalon Island!
Mac Guild NEWS ALERT: The cruiseliner Tomahawk sinks somewhere
in the Pacific. 10 people lost at sea in uncharted waters.
... somewhere in the Pacific ...
... and so began the adventures of 10 castaways from the
Lockheed Martin Macintosh Guild (apparently taking a cruise across the Pacific where
they had hoped to attend MacWorld Japan). The survivors used driftwood to make two
rafts, each carrying 5 people. The rafts drifted to opposite sides of a mostly unknown
island called Avalon.
On the north side of the island is the Macadamia Tribe
The Macadamia Tribe: Shells of our former selves.
Well, when you think about it, things could be much worse.
When the cruise liner began to sink, we ended what seemed a fantastic voyage to MacWorld
in Japan, and journeyed instead to what we have dubbed "Macadamia World"
on a beautiful tropical Island. Are we nuts? Maybe so, but, being Macintosh enthusiasts
from a corporate environment, our group is somewhat used to being crushed now and
again. But, using our resourcefulness, imagination, and sheer will and determination,
we gathered our collective resources, banded together, and made our way to the shores
of what will be our home for some unknown time. We will soon find if life on a tropical
paradise is all it's cracked up to be.
The island is not without merit. Soft white sand, plenty
of drinking water, even a freshwater pool, warmed by the sun, in which to bath. Food
has not been a problem to find, although a diet of bananas, mangos, breadfruit and
coconuts does leave some of us craving some good old-fashioned barbecue. Perhaps
we shall luck into some wild boar (after all, we have heard some rustling in the
We hope to make some contact with the other survivors who
crashed ashore elsewhere on this island. Their leader seemed to be a tall, sarcastic
sort. I do hope they are alright.
Current picture of the Castaways
From L. to R., Mark, Moe, Judd, Julie, Don M.
and his wife, and Thomas.
A.K.A. SailorJ found himself
dropped off by the Navy's crazy Micro$oft worshippers. At least he came with his
iBook! He even has a Newton to track every event that occurs on the island. "It's an insane world", he exclaimed one day, as he watched a well
trained technician using a wordprocessor as a database, when he knew FilemakerPro
could have done the job, quicker and faster. And with that, he was subjected to isolation
on this desert isle. But his isolation has been a good thing. He has more time than
ever to dedicate to his sterling efforts of design on a Mac, including a website:
usshmj.org But, this sailor has more going on, on the island
than it appears. Judd, being a man of the sea, had taken our driftwood raft and attempted
to fish offshore, but we quickly realized that a better vessel would have to be made
before attempting that feat again, as hungry sharks circled his small platform like
Windows administrators waiting for AppleTalk to crash. Though they knocked his platform,
it remained doggedly stable, enabling Judd to return safely to shore and his companions.
A.K.A. Jewels-Jewels' spirit
shines through each day, sparkling as brightly as the original colors on the iMac.
Her naturally inquisitive nature guides her on forays into the forest, from which
she always returns with some "treasure" she discovered a new source of
food, building materials, or a real-life screensaver view.
From her personal log "I came to the island 10 years ago
at age 19. It was difficult at first to be stranded with nothing but my firm beliefs.
I had learned that living on this island paradise is much better than living with
the drones in the city who are too much like lemmings. I'll take the island existence
any day! I may feel alone and isolated at times but will stay here because I believe
that strongly in this cause! I have occasionally had company when people come to
the island but they mysteriously disappear after some time. This used to bother me,
but now I realize it is human nature to think there is something better out there
than what you've got! I've learned to count on myself and become independent and
I thank this island paradise for the beauty, pride and strength it gives me.
Recently a group of 4 has
come to stay on the island with me: Moe, Mark, Judd and Thomas. I find these great
people to share the same vision as I and I think they may be here to stay. I learn
more and more about their character daily and am thankful for their companionship.
I think they also believe that island life beats being in the midst of crowded civilization
where people have forgotten how to think for themselves or dream. We have everything
we could ask for to sustain us and want for nothing from civilization.
There have been rumors of
another group on the island who may share our way of life, but I have not yet seen
any evidence to support that claim. We'll see what tomorrow brings!?"
Mark - Mark, a leader to the core. He rallied
us together with true appeal, and stemmed the tide of adversity to bring us all to
this island. He explains,"After
winning first place at the MIT robot wars competion, Bill Nye the Science guy decided
that I should take a trip to get my head together. What the heck was he thinking.
I couldn't leave without my Mac II. And you know, the darn thing doesn't run that
MacOS X, go figure. If it was a wintel machine, I'd never get anything done on this
island. Maybe I can build us a Radio, and get us off this island. Or maybe I can
get someone else off the island."
Moe-Moe was originally sent to to represent MacWherehouse
at the MacExpo, but a fight to gain her expertise ensued, with Lockheed Martin winning
out. She is fortunate enough to still wear that crazy phone headset so prominately
displayed on every page of the catalog. I don't know why she wears it, it's kinda
like that island coconut cell phone that another survivor was using... somewhere...
From her personal log,"I
am happy to be on terra firma, such as it is. I was not all that crazy about going
by ship to begin with, but I have survived the fear that struck to the very core
of my soul. From now on, itís all good!"
Thomas - "He Gets Us Fish" - Thomas has
developed an unusual affection for one of our other Island inhabitants a rat he affectionately
named Ignatz. He delights in building mazes for the little rodent, then watching
as he finds faster ways to negotiate the obstacles between him and the exit, where
Tom rewards him with a treat. I think he said something about process improvement
go figure! An excerpt from his personal log,"I've
been on the island for seven years... I think... I used to have a happy life as a
software engineer for a big aerospace company, GE Aerospace, I think; or was it Martin
Marietta? Lockheed? Martin Lockheed? Martin Milner? Anyway, it was so long ago...
I won a process improvement contest and the prize was a trip to Southern California.
I was there and realized I had never been to Catalina, so I signed up for a cruise
to Avalon. Midway through the trip, our boat was hijacked by extremists of some kind,
who made us travel through the oceans of the world. One day I jumped off, grabbing
only a jar of macadamia nuts to sustain me, plus one of those gigantic plastic jugs
of rum, and my PowerBook 520. Since then the battery has died on my PowerBook, the
rum is long gone, and I use the nut jar to dry bugs. I have subsisted on a meager
diet of bugs, tree bark, and partially distilled lagoon water. I have been alone
for these past few years, but I am beginning to suspect that there may be others
on the island. hope they dont want to eat my pet rat, Ignatz."