My Neighbor, Steve Jobs
By Lisen Stromberg, some memories of Steve Jobs, her neighbour:
While Newsweek and the Wall Street Journal and CNET continue to drone on about the impact of the Steve Jobs era, I won’t be pondering the MacBook Air I write on or the iPhone I talk on. I will think of the day I saw him at his son’s high school graduation. There Steve stood, tears streaming down his cheeks, his smile wide and proud, as his son received his diploma and walked on into his own bright future leaving behind a good man and a good father who can be sure of the rightness of this, perhaps his most important legacy of all.
The tech press too often forget there’s a person in there, and they’re already doing the same with Tim Cook, spending far too much time focussing on whether or not he’s gay and demanding he confirm either way because, damn it, he just should, OK (because the revelation will get a fuck-ton of page views and yet still not stop all kinds of unwarranted speculation). Time for the tech press to grow the hell up and show some respect, rather than romping headlong into tabloid territory.
So: rousing applause for Stromberg; slow-hand clap for a good chunk of the rest of the industry.