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Steve Jobs

At Apple.com today is an obituary. It is absolutely done in the Apple style; it’s simple, it’s graphically arresting -- and it is also startling, almost unbelievable.

Steve Jobs is dead.

When I heard the news that he had stepped down, I was almost in tears, something my mother couldn’t understand. She was happy for him; he’d worked so hard for so long, she wished him a happy retirement. That wasn’t my first thought; my first thought was: he’s dying, and he knows it; he literally can’t run the company any more.

Why was that my first thought? Because it’s exactly the way I’ll retire from writing. Writing is my job, but it’s also my obsession, my compulsion, my avocation. I will stop when they pry my rigor-clenched fingers from my keyboard. I will never reach the millions of people Steve Jobs did, but that’s almost beside the point.

Is writing always a joy? No, of course not. Neither are children--especially on the day after the presentation of a stomach ‘flu when you’ve done 3 loads of laundry at 2:00 a.m., you’ve gotten no sleep yourself, and you know you’re going to pay for it. But you love them anyway, and the worst thing that could possibly happen is that they could be taken away from you. There seems to be an idea that love is always joy. I don’t subscribe to it. I do, however, believe that it is the greatest source of joy--and of work, of pain, of longing, of peace.

This sounds amazingly melodramatic. I know it does. So let me explain what Steve Jobs’ start-up lab-in-a-garage company means--and has meant--to me.

My bedroom is shared, my office is shared, my closet space and dresser space--all shared. My books, to a lesser extend--the ones I bought, not the ones I wrote--are also shared. Food I buy is shared. Even the hours of sleep--especially when the kids were young--were not my own. But everybody needs a bit of privacy, even if they’re otherwise happy to be encased in a family home.

A computer is a room of my own. It is the only space I own that belongs entirely to me. It’s not a physical space, but I don’t have that, and never have. It’s a space carved out for my thoughts, my words, my email, my bits of trivia, even my music. It’s mine, it’s an oasis to which I retreat. It has a figurative door, and so many windows out into the world, and I can open or close them without asking anyone else if it’s okay.

In the early years of Mac OS, no two Macs looked the same--the desktop pictures were different, the icons, the system fonts, even the way menus were arranged. Mine was no exception.

It was my space. I could decorate it. I could fuss over it. I could look at it and think that the shelves were becoming too damn crowded, and decide, for purely selfish reasons, what could--or could not--be thrown out to make more room.

Much fun has been made of people who choose a computer for its external design sensibility. I don’t see why -- people choose houses, clothing and cars for more than just simple functionality. A computer is not a simple commodity for me - it’s where I work. It’s part of where I live. It’s a large part of how I keep in touch with my various communities. The programs housed in it reflect my sensibilities across a broad spectrum.

There is nothing inanimate that I love quite so much as my tech, and this is why: it’s a room of my own. It’s a personal space, from which I create things that I can share. It’s part of the way I work and live.

Steve Job’s not-so-little company designed, engineered and sold millions of the stylish small boxes. They were mass-produced, of course, but the act of choosing one was the act of transforming everything about it that wasn’t fixed, that wasn’t engineered. Opening a Mac box and taking out all of the bits and pieces packed therein was almost ceremonial -- but it was a gleeful, joyful, hopeful, personal ceremony. It was pure squee.

I never met the man. I never sent him email. But he has honestly had as much of an effect on my life, through his own work, as many of the people I have, so I am going to grieve in my own small way.

I’ve posted this at the writer-blog as well, and apologize to anyone who will have to see it twice.

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mtlawson
Oct. 6th, 2011 11:45 am (UTC)
I found out about that shooter via internal e-mail, and the first thing I thought of was that you had to be kidding me. Of all the days...
roseaponi
Oct. 6th, 2011 12:12 pm (UTC)
My ambition as an artist and a writer has been to buy a Mac. I now have an iPad - insisted on an iPad, when my more tech-savvy husband and nephew said other things were cheaper or could do more. No, I wanted an Apple. Because there is something about Apple that is inspiring and encouraging - the fun creative stuff that more utilitarian people dismiss - and Steve Jobs built an entire company that proved yes, fun and creativity (and simplicity of use!) are important.

Only a truly remarkable person could do something like that in our more-function-for-less-money, greige-cubicle world.

And the world seems emptier now.
thinkum
Oct. 6th, 2011 06:51 pm (UTC)
greige-cubicle

I love this phrase. It perfectly describes the experience of being forced to work with something other than my Mac. :-(
mizkit
Oct. 6th, 2011 09:05 pm (UTC)
That was my first thought when he stepped down, too. In one of the stories I read about him today, the writer theorized that maybe with the successful reveal/launch of the iPhone 4, Jobs felt he could let go now. That seems...very likely to me, really.

God, he was young.
msagara
Oct. 6th, 2011 09:59 pm (UTC)
Can you imagine being Tim Cook or Phil Schiller? Because they knew, they had to know, during the 4S announcement. If you look at the streams of the reportedly lack-lustre Apple Event just one day after Job's death - they knew.

I honestly don't think I could have done the product announcement without weeping at some point, and they did, and there's no doubt in my mind at all that the enormity of his loss to them is probably life-shattering.
camille_is_here
Oct. 7th, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)
I felt the same when he stepped down--that he knew he was dying and just couldn't do it anymore.

I got my first mac in 1992, because you could make a webpage with graphics on one. That was hard to do on a PC back then but pretty easy on a mac. I use the macbook for everyday, but I still have an old egg-shaped imac (one of the partitions still runs on OS9) that has most of my music on it. I loved that old machine--the idea that you could have tech that had curves instead of edges was revolutionary.
lassarina
Oct. 10th, 2011 03:35 pm (UTC)
Not to mention that he shaped computers as we know them--the modern GUI interface was adapted from Xerox because he realized it would make computers usable for the average person.

I was so sad to hear he'd stepped down because I knew it meant he wasn't going to be around long, and everything I know about computers, I learned on a Mac. :/ End of an era.
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