My personal introduction to the computer age in terms of actually having one of them newfangled machines under my roof came about in 1994 when I availed myself (at considerable cost for the day) of a Macintosh Quadra, complete with horribly slow dial-up modem and an infinitely cranky inkjet printer.
When I got my Quadra I was already familiar with the Macintosh approach to the computer game as I worked for a newspaper at the time and Mr. Job’s products, especially with the wonderful Quark Express, was the mainstay of newspaper editing around the world. It was just so damned efficient.
That all seems like the dark ages to me now, but in short order I came to love me my Mac. Wonderful machine and wonderful system, all thanks to the genius of Steve Jobs. Whereas computer manufacturers in other quarters, which shall remain nameless, looked for volume sales via cheaper and less efficient hardware, software and systems, Macintosh didn’t sacrifice quality for the sake of big bucks sales. Not necessarily a wise business plan, but also testament to the integrity of Jobs. You were left with a BMW system rather than a Dodge Dart.
Eventually the old Quadra gave up the ghost, and it still resides in semi-permanent retirement in my crawlspace and I, for the sake of economic expediency, picked up one that utilizes that ‘other guy’s’ system. It’s fine, and I’m quite fond of it, but it’s not an Apple. Maybe someday.
Anyway, that pretty much covers what I have to say about the sad passing of Steve Jobs other than to repeat the comment I made on Facebook this morning:
Steve Jobs didn’t grandstand. He didn’t pretend to be warm and cuddly. He just focused on turning out the best damn products computerdom has ever seen. The contemporary world owes him much. For his legacy I hearken to the quote by Christopher Wren: “If you seek a memorial, look around you.” RIP Steve.
And on a cheerier note, I will also leave you with this little video offering which I personally found highly amusing when it was sent my way a few months ago.