If you’re a tech blogger, you write about Apple. And if you’re a tech blogger today, you write about Steve Jobs. Unfortunately, I have nothing witty, insightful or inspired to say that hasn’t already been said. So instead, here’s a quick collection of posts over the years cataloging ZNF’s excitement over Apple products. Not that we’ve always been sunshine and roses over Apple gadgets, but there’s been a lot to love. Here’s to the love.
I was seriously saddened to learn of Steve’s death yesterday, but I’m not reading a lot of the blogs about him today. I have ordered a copy of his autobiography on the Kindle though, as I want something a little more meaty to read through. And maybe some lessons to learn.
Glenn- It really did feel like a punch in the gut, even knowing it had to be coming. Odd to have that emotional attachment to someone I never knew. And I’m no Apple fangirl. But I have huge appreciation for what he accomplished, I love my iPad, and I love how the iPod got everyone to step up their game with music players. Let the dissertations on Jobs’ impact begin.
Aside from all that, there’s the heartbreak of losing anyone at a young age. I didn’t even know he had four children. Damn mortality.
“Odd to have that emotional attachment to someone I never knew.”
Not that odd, in general. It’s a common phenomenon with folks like rock stars, actors, politicians, and the such. It’s just odd in tech.
I long had a strong emotional attachment to Steve-o. Without knowing him, I felt strong love for the dude for decades.
But I fell out of love with him in the years during his illness. To my eyes, he became a changed man with changed priorities, and Cupertino changed for the worse.
Just as some love thin Elvis over fat Elvis, I loved insurgent Steve-o over master of the universe Steve-o.
Insurgent Steve-o was always about bring good taste to life. Master of the universe Steve-o was all about collecting the biggest credit card database and building creepy suburban architecture and jumping the line in the organ transplant list. He had bad taste at the end. And de gustibus non disputandum est, but considering he was always about taste, it seemed to matter in his case.
But even though I didn’t like his final act, I definitely think it’s unfair that he got sick and lost his life before getting his three score and ten. In his prime, he was a most beautiful cat. Can’t take that away from him.
Typed on and sent from my MacBook Pro.