Today at 2:00 PM EDT, Steve Jobs was to hold aloft the 3G iPhone fortified with vitamin GPS, video-conferencing, MMS, cut and paste and Bluetooth and he was going to become the first man to die from the concussive blast of so many people shitting themselves in amazement. He’d have been held aloft as a martyr of innovation, someone who like Prometheus had stolen sacred functionality from the gods and paid the price.
Instead, he has given birth to wind. I now have to wait until July 11th for merely a step of innovation rather than a pole-vaulted leap. Sigh… My work and camp coworkers who’d known how thrilled I was helped me get through my loss. Thank God for friends.