There’s nothing quite like getting a blast of bad news first rattle out of the box. I overslept this morning and was groggy when I stumbled over to my computer. My Facebook page was still open and that’s how I found out that Steve Jobs died.
I can’t say it was unexpected. In the last photo I saw of him he probably didn’t weigh 98 pounds soaking wet. And I knew that he must be very ill indeed to step down at Apple.
I am vocally and unashamedly a Mac Moonie. Switching from Windows to Mac was like going from black and white to color. It’s not too much of an exaggeration to say that--at least in some ways--it changed my life. The specter of Apple sinking into the oblivion of Microsoftian mediocrity is almost too painful to contemplate.
By the way, if you use a computer, even if it's not a Mac, Steve Jobs still impacted your life. If it weren't for him, you'd still be using DOS.
