You would have to really be a long, long way off the grid to have not heard the news by now: Steve Jobs, Apple CEO and TechnoWunderkind, died last week at the age of 56, from a brutal bout with a nasty cancer of the pancreas. During his triumphant return to Apple he revolutionized the personal music player with the iPod, dragged the illegal music “sharing” business to legitimacy through the iTunes Store, created the smart-phone niche with the iPhone and then taught Microsoft nerds how to make a real tablet computer with the iPad.
With all that space age, whiz kid, Star Trek, OMG is it really that small (and expensive?) cult-like devotion and innovation–why do I think it is the beginning of the end for Apple?
Today was a sad day since my kitty went to heaven. She was 16. Her name was Funky Monkey, but I called her Itty Bitty Kitty, too. Her health was failing and it was time to say goodbye, but it was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I am so grateful for my wife’s strength and wisdom in making it through all this. I am so sad it hurts. Before I had pets I used to ridicule pet lovers for humanizing their animals, I mean how could you get so attached to an animal? But Funky schooled me on that–she would always come running to the door when I came home! Who ever knew a cat would do that! She loved me without asking questions, without judging me, just loving me for who I am–wow, now I get it. I loved that cat. And she told me! The “talking cat”, she loved to interrupt my conversations with Bry or when I was on the phone, you see she thought I was talking to her! And if I stayed on the computer too late in the evening she would put her little paws up on my leg and meow stridently saying, “Come on Daddy, it is time to pet me, it is time to stop and take time out for the things in life that really matter—kitty time!”
