I never had any heroes when I was growing up. Most kids idolize a parent or teacher or somebody. I realized today that the closest I’ve ever come to seeing someone as a hero is Steve Jobs. That’s why his sudden resignation from Apple Wednesday left me with a lump in my throat.
Jobs is a polarizing figure. Most people who are familiar with him and his work either love him or hate him. He doesn’t give much room for middle ground, because he has strong opinions, a strong vision for how things ought to be, and an apparent internal need to stamp his vision on the world around him.
“I want to put a ding in the universe,” he said long ago.
Jobs could be a jerk to work for when he was young. He was arrogant, mean-spirited and rude. He mellowed a lot with maturity, but he was still too strong for some people’s tastes. I see him as a terribly flawed but wildly talented visionary genius. If I could find a way to emulate a tenth of what he’s accomplished, I’d be very happy with my earthly success.

Briefly: Sufjan Stevens album always evokes old feelings about my mother
We rarely have wisdom we need ’til it’s too late to avoid mistakes
Truth beyond physical world is hard for a skeptical man to see
Choose the person you don’t want to spend your life without
Being loved is one of life’s gifts, but joy of loving is even greater
In praise of the weirdos who most people don’t really seem to like
3 years after my father’s death, happy memories getting stronger
When did someone decide we have the legal right not to be offended?
Eviction leaves me sifting through collateral damage of a broken life