I missed my regular blogging spot (every other Friday) last time because I was in the midst of a Mac crisis. Said crisis involved a Separation from my Beloved MacBook Pro since said device had to be sent to Apple for some minor work. I sent it off on Thursday and it was back in my hot little hands on Tuesday morning, which is service that can’t be beat. Anyway, due to my having to resort to my backup iMac and, no doubt, some pouting over the loss of my Beloved MacBook Pro, I didn’t get around to blogging.
I blogged a few weeks ago about my affection for Steve Jobs. As the whole world knows by now, he is lost to us. He was a visionary, an innovator, a design genius, and so much more. I felt his death much as I felt the death of John Lennon 31 years ago. RIP, Steve Jobs. You truly did change the world.
Now, on to subjects that are a bit less fraught. I’m hearing that Romantic Suspense as a genre is in trouble and that it’s a tough sell to an editor. Anybody care to elaborate?
We’ve all heard the news by now: Steve Jobs has resigned as CEO of Apple. Though he will still be involved with the company since he’ll serve as Chairman of the Board, it’s fair to say that his day-to-day involvement with the company is at an end.
Back in the late 80s (gulp), I arrived at my first day on the job at an advertising agency and they sat me down in front of a Mac. I remember one of the first things I did that day was to take a tutorial designed to show me how to use the mouse. A mouse? What the heck was that thing and how did it work? I soon learned.
Ever since that day I have been a certified Apple geek. For the most part it was a lonely little world, consisting of me and my ad buddies against the world. When I first joined AAR over 10 years ago, I was the only one on a Mac and it caused problems. But I was unconcerned. I knew the Mac was better and everybody else would eventually come around.
Then along came the iPod and all that changed. The iPod not only revolutionized the way we listen to music, but it brought new people into the Mac fold. Suddenly, we were no longer an exclusive little group of dedicated diehards.
Then came the iPhone. And the iPad. And the rest, as they say, is history.
I’ve had a crush on Steve Jobs for 20 years.
But, Steve, my man, you muffed it on the name. Big time. Because only one thing comes to mind when women hear the word “pad” and a computer isn’t it.
But you know, Steve is a rockstar. Always has been. Always will be. I suspect that after a whole lot of cheap iPenis jokes, we’ll all get over it.
Back when I got my first job at an ad agency, one of the things I remember doing on my very first day was to sit down at my original Mac Classic and spend a half hour or so on a a “How To Use a Mouse” tutorial. Because, believe it or not, back in those days most people didn’t have a clue.