‘Thank you, Steve Jobs.’
God, I never thought I would say those words.
For decades, I have been bothinfuriated and seduced by the man;alternating between curious and angry, enamored and resentful. I idolized and villainized him. His products have both helped and hijacked my career and personal life – devouring my time, my attention and my bank account. For all of his grand invention, he was at the core just a ‘dealer’, feeding society’s ‘more, please, now’addiction. By blurringtechnologies withtoys, he hooked billionswith a ‘shiny new, faster, more colorful’ lure.
Ironically, he consideredhimself Buddhist but mastermindedproducts that disconnect us from our minds instead of settling us deeper into them.
Like many, I grew tired of his rhetoric and bravado, his secrets and sweatshops. But when I watched the now famous 60 minutes interviewwhere he rejected his birth father as a mere sperm bank – and vowed to never meet the…
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