Steve Jobs
Memories: Four years old. Going next door to play Boulderdash, Ultima, and the Black Cauldron game on the neighbor family’s Apple IIc. Later learning math and planning, playing Number Munchers and Oregon Trail respectively on the same machines at school. Ten years old. Staying up until 5am to play Civilization with my dad on my family’s first computer, a Macintosh Performa 400. Writing my first short stories and complete dramatic work on the same computer. Twenty years old. Using a giant ProTools suite to mix the sound of my very first student film. I was inventing robot noises. Twenty-three years old. Editing sketch comedy bits with my dearest friends in the world on an iMac in Los Angeles. Twenty-six years old. Buying a Macbook to tour blog with The Airborne Toxic Event, and later The Henry Clay People. Twenty-seven years old. Being drunk and glorious, text and Twittering on the iPhone. Using that same device every day to call my girlfriend of nearly three years, the one I love.
Reflections: Individuals are real and contribute in different amounts to the super organism of earth. Steve Jobs was one of earth’s biggest living contributors in terms of influence. His contributions are meaningless without the users, the superorganism, though. I don’t know how many hungry people he fed or weak people he protected. Lionizing individuals is a failure of the mind. But on a planet driven by technological advancement, adaptation, progress, and innovation, it is hard to see where we will make-up for the loss of cognitive resource. It could take a generation.

