I am not a computer person. Back in the day I needed my lab partner to do all the work on a Commodore 64 in my 7th grade computer science class. I still mostly flail about uselessly on the computer, relying on my code-writing Hubs to back up my junk and save me from errant viruses.
As hopeless as I am with computers, my mom always had a knack for them(take that, sociological pundits who claim technology is the preserve of the young!). Back in the late eighties she was giddy as a school girl when she brought home a small, beige boxy looking thing with an Apple logo on it. She did all kinds of stuff with it - I played Tetris. A year or so later she got an Apple laptop. It was grey and heavy, there was no color on the screen and the font was fuzzy.
When I transferred to Cal in the Winter of '98 that's what I took with me. The small, leaded suitcase type thing with an Apple logo that I inherited from my mother. I kept it for a year and it served me well, allowing me to write dozens of essays and papers in the little studio I lived in in North Berkeley. It also introduced me to personalized email - I'd previously been sharing an email address with my dad and my best friend. Sadly it took the better part of an hour to read an email and respond to it so I wasn't a massive fan of email at first.
I later inherited a much bigger but not quite as slow PC and my little Apple laptop went to Apple heaven at a Mac store in Oakland.
5 years after that Hubs got me a pink IPod mini, which doesn't seem so mini anymore. I don't have an IPhone but am thinking of replacing my current laptop with a Macbook.
It's funny how much a PC-using non-computer person thinks about Steve Jobs, but I guess that's just a testament to all he's contributed to the world - the world of technology anyway.
So rest in peace, Mr. Jobs.
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