After a very long
day, I took a nap yesterday and awoke to the news we all knew was inevitable.
Steve Jobs is dead. I cried.
I started writing a
personal zine back in the 1980s. I had been writing for years but only showed
my work for a few eyes only. The zine allowed me to widen my audience.
My design tool of
choice then was a Mac. Much of the production involved I had done by hand
earlier, now a small magical box made easier and a lot of fun.
Most of us pick our
heroes with the same criteria we pick our friends. There is at least one
characteristic about that person that adds value to our own lives.
Neither our friends
nor our heroes are perfect. When we bestow our love and respect upon them we
are highlighting the best of them with our aspiration to be more like them.
Just as in the 21st century we have not physically met all our friends, we may
have never met our own heroes. This does not diminish the loss of their absence
when they are gone.
That's only one of
the reasons why I will mourn Steve.
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