I was in my car yesterday afternoon, listening to the radio, when I heard the sober announcement that Steve Jobs had died. To my surprise, tears sprung to my eyes. Even knowing that the announcement would be coming sooner rather than later didn’t seem to diminish the sadness of the actual event. My generation was lucky to have had Steve Jobs.
But I hadn’t counted on my emotional reaction; it’s not like I knew Steve Jobs. But he did seem to know us, didn’t he?
Like literally millions of people around the world, Steve made it possible for me to do what I do where I do it. This site, my podcast, my novel and hundreds of other endeavors were all created on one of Steve’s machines. I started my writing and producing career on an Apple at Nike over 20 years ago on a first generation digital editing system, cutting film, creating music and putting it all together. Over the next two decades, I marveled at how the hardware got smaller and cheaper and the software got easier and friendlier. What used to take weeks of manpower, money and creative energy now takes minutes and a few simple steps. With an Apple product, anyone can create anything anywhere. Anyone. Anything. Anywhere.
When the daily production of Satellite Sisters ended, I felt lost, still having something to say but no place to say it. But with the help of Steve, my iMac, Garage Band and a good size closet, I found my voice.
I’m guessing that almost all of us have a “Thanks, Steve” note to write. Write it here or on a Post-It and slap it up on the window at your nearest Apple Store.
Embracing my Chaos,