Today started out like any other day. I woke up, reached for my iPhone 4, and opened up Safari. The last webpage I was viewing, my work email account, reloaded. The first thing I read was a message from Will Park, former IntoMobile Editor in Chief, announcing Steve Jobs has passed away. At that point I put my phone down and started preparing breakfast. As I sat in my favorite chair, looking at the meal that I knocked up in less than 5 minutes, the news hit me like a ton of bricks. Now I’m not one for drama. Most things don’t even phase me, growing up in New York City will do that to you, but something about the death of Steve Jobs really struck a cord. I’ve only had an Apple computer since July 2010, and my iPhone 4 purchase came later in September of the same year, but technology has been a core part of my life since as far back as I can remember and you’d be foolish to ignore Apple’s influence on that industry.
After booting up my netbook, because there’s no way in hell I’d use my MacBook Pro while eating fried eggs, I pulled up Google and searched for that new authorized Steve Jobs biography that’s supposed to be coming out soon. At the top of my search results was a Google News headline that said preorders of “Steve Jobs” by Walter Isaacson are up by 42,000%, which isn’t too surprising. Lots of folks are going to be curious to find out what made that man tick. Then I fired up Twitter, and was pleased to see a tweet by Julie Bosman of The New York Times saying that the original ship date of November 21st for that book has been moved to October 24th. Brilliant, though part of me suspects it was done to drive up sales. Whatever.
It’s a sad day today, and even if you didn’t like Steve Jobs, I honestly never did because he came off as extremely arrogant, I respected the man. Incredibly. I miss him already.