I haven’t blogged in 3 months, written anything that I would consider creative in a long-time. But this moment, this passing, of someone who has meant a great deal to me, in bizarre and profound ways, compels me to do so.
At the age of 12, I became fascinated with Steve Jobs and Apple. I spent days reading message board posts on sites like MacRumors describing new product releases to come. It was a tiny community. I joined the board and asked questions, and people noticed. Today, I highly doubt a 12 year old seeking advice on convincing his parents to buy him a Mac would get much of an audience. Today the community no longer needs converts.
At 14 I went to New York for the first time as an “adult” and went to MacWorld New York. I went with my Dad. My Dad was not someone who really cared about computers. He worked with them everyday, but when he talked about computers, he talked about archiving emails or making spreadsheets. I vividly remember my dad, walking through the Jacob Javits Center with a grin on his face. At the time, I thought he was happy for me.
As I got older, I realized that glint was a sort of boyhood excitement for the future. The way you feel when you watch a great sci-fi film. He saw a 17-inch iMac with a floating flat screen, and thought, “Wow, this is impressive. Humanity is impressive. Look at what man can do.”
That’s the way Steve Jobs’ Apple makes you feel. You’re in awe of man.
I think Steve Jobs will be remembered for a lot of reasons. An exceptional businessman, a fantastic comeback story, an incredible personality, a one of a kind public speaker. But like inventors before him, like the Einsteins and the Edisons and the Franklins, I think he’ll be remembered for those moments he made, where we were all in awe of what man could create.