It’s 8pm on a Wednesday night and I’m bawling my eyes out. I just watched TWiT’s coverage of the passing of Steve Jobs and I don’t know what to say. But I have to say something.
It seems silly, but when you think about it, I work in entertainment. I fancy myself a creative. I can’t remember a day that I touched a computer and it didn’t have an Apple logo on it. Apple has made me able to do what I do, to be what I am, to create, and innovate.
I’ve made movies, I’ve edited photos, I’ve written papers, I’ve written apps, I’ve conversed, and shared Christmas with my family from far away, and I’ve said “hello” and “goodbye” and chatted and fallen in love and fallen out and felt connected and been disconnected. All on a Mac.
I saw my first ASCII porn on an Apple II.
I don’t know the guy. I’ve been to the Mother Ship and witnessed the con-trail of Steve. I’ve been a part of a company that sold to Steve. And that sucked.
But I wouldn’t be sitting here, right now, typing this post without Steve.
Thanks, Man.
