The Boomer Leonardo
This week marked the end
of a period of remarkable and unique American innovation. One of the most
brilliant men of the 20th and 21st century died of cancer, far too young.
Steve Jobs was born in
1955, at the height of the baby boom, a year after I was born. When Steve
dropped out of Reed College, I dropped out of my university. When he and his
friend, Steve Wozniak, first put together the ur-personal computer, a
build-it-yourself mail order kit costing more than $2000, I was busy planting
trees. When he was fired by Apple and replaced by John Sculley in 1986, I was
an office drone working my way to Vice President. When he came back in triumph
in 1997, after founding and selling Pixar and NeXT, I was finally a big shot,
but not big like Steve.
I’ll tell you what Steve
Jobs did. He took the power of computing, which had been jealously held by
propeller heads and pimply kids from the AV club, and he gave it to artists, to
writers, to creators, to people for whom computers were anathema, and
counter-imaginative. Steve Jobs showed us we could use the power of technology
to create as well as to count, and he allowed a thousand flowers to bloom.
I never really liked
computers until I got my first Mac Classic II in 1992. It was chunky, clunky
and amazing. It was intuitive. Running it was like playing picture games
instead of wrestling with compound algebra. It was a revelation. The mouse! The
Graphic User Interface! The flying toasters! I was hooked.
I’ve owned dozens of
Macs since then, some better than others, but all of them extensions of my
personality and as much a necessary tool as my arms or legs. I would never have
formed this bond with technology if not for the innovation and vision of Steve
Jobs.
In the past few years,
it’s gotten better. I have an iPhone I can’t live without, and I scorn those
who use Blackberries. I don’t have an iPad yet, but only because I have an 11
inch MacBook Air, which is what the iPad really should be.
Steve Jobs saw that
technology would never really serve mankind until it disappeared, became
transparent, became as easy to use as a child’s toy. He saw that it is the
children in all of us that technology can liberate, not the mathematician. I’ve
seen an 18 month old baby manipulate an iPad and all its games as though she’d
been doing it for years.
Steve Jobs died of
pancreatic cancer, a sure killer. He, of all people, had all the resources
necessary to fight it, and he tried, but cancer always wins in the end.
Steve Jobs was born into
a world where smart ideas were the preserve of a small group of people, and he
left that world a much better place. People have been comparing him to Thomas
Edison and Henry Ford. I think Leonardo, or Gutenberg are closer to the mark.
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