It’s appropriate that I learnt this on my iPhone.
RIP, Mr Jobs.
Damn. And just today, some friends and I were talking about how awesome Apple is with their design.
RIP Steve Jobs.
To Absent Friends.
RIP, Steve, and thank you for everything.
Not at all unexpected, but still a damn shame. A real visionary, unlike most who get that label thrown at them.
My first computer experience was on an Apple some 30 years ago.
I too learned of his passing on my iPhone and now type this on my MacBook.
RIP, Steve.
Not to make light of the situation, but I feel like his headstone should be all white and say nothing but
iRIP
maybe with a slowly blinking LED.
He certainly led one of the great business comebacks, from where the company was in 1997 to today. And of course there was his first tenure at Apple and what he accomplished at Pixar.
In this recession, the one thing the world doesn’t need is fewer Jobs.
Never could afford his products but appreciate what he did for computing.
That’s going to be one sleek as hell casket whatever it is. 15 ounces and no moving parts.
When Obama promised to do something about Jobs in this country I really didn’t think he’d go this far.
A great man. RIP, Steve.
I am surprised at how sad this makes me. To have the impact that he did on so many that he never met is a truly astonishing thing.
RIP, bud. When future historians come to write the story of the information age, your name will be in there. That’s not a bad legacy.
My first computer was an Apple II+. I have an iPod, but nothing else from Apple. Doesn’t matter, this is a real sad day for all of us who take much of the modern day convenience for granted thanks to the vision of Steve Jobs. He certainly is not alone, but he is a tech titan beyond compare and he will be missed.
This is very personal for me. I have worked almost exclusively on Apple products for 25 years, and will continue to do so. History will remember Steve Jobs as our generation’s Renaissance Man, and his unique vision will endure far beyond the Apple brand. RIP.
Sigh… last night when I watched the press conference for the latest iPhone, I remember seeing the spokesman was not Jobs and flippantly remarking, “Oh, yeah they can’t have Jobs appear because he’s dying.” I mean, I knew he was sick, but I wasn’t sure he was that sick. Now I feel extra bad.
I keep thinking of the song Dust in the Windby Kansas because of the lines
Jobs is proof of that. This isn’t begrudging him his fortune in the least bit, but it’s just a jarring thought that one of the richest people in the world, capable of not just the best medical help but of endowing an army of the greatest medical researchers and oncologists on the planet, can’t “hang on” or buy another minute. To have everything and be as young as 56 just makes you realize the truth of the old cliche “Your health is the most important thing you have”.
Meanwhile Andy Dick is still alive. As if we needed more proof of the lack of benevolence in the cosmos. Where’s somebody who can redistribute life when you need them?