Always the multi-tasker, I was looking at my MacBookPro whiie simultaneously presiding over the monthly meeting of our local library's board of trustees. For reasons totally random, I opened Firefox and clicked on the Daily Kos bookmark. It was on DK, of all things, that I lerned Steve Jobs had died.
Knowing I would be admitting to the rest of the people in the meeting that I was not looking at library circulation spreadsheets, but rather was surfing the internet, still I felt I had to say something.
It brought the meeting to a halt.
After a little bit of Apple talk, the meeting resumed, and I went back to multi-tasking. Google+ was alive with thoughts about Jobs and expressions of sadness. My Twitter feed was ripping by, and I noticed a lot of these: . Once I remembered how to find the (shift+option+k) I tweeted :(
Steve Jobs died. Fuck. The meeting dragged on, and I found myself thinking of how many hundreds of millions of lives this man had impacted. How much this this guy impacted my life. (Not to mention how much money he cost me. All worth it.)
I just did a quick mental inventory of Apple stuff at our house:
Two iPod Nanos.
An original 64GB version iPod Video.
An original iPhone.
An iPhone 4.
An original iPad.
Two Airport Extremes.
One Airport Express.
I leave the house most every day with a MacBookPro, an iPad and an iPhone.
My iPhone spends the night on my nightstand.
I have over 36 days of music stored on iTunes.
My email address ends in @mac.com
I subscribe to MacWorld, MacLife and iPhoneLife (really)
Yes, I suppose one could describe me as a fanboy. But a more accurate description would be that I am someone who appreciates the confluence of form, function, style, quality, integration, innovation, imagination and magic that is found in nearly every Apple product. Simple as that.
It's more than fair to say that Steve Jobs had and will continue to have an impact on my life.
Godspeed, Steve Jobs.