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.

You’re wrong! And if you don’t agree with me, you’re an evil, lying moron
Real love is spiritual experience that connects me to the cosmos
Brush with high-speed blowout leaves me thinking about death
‘Curing’ unpopular beliefs through psychiatry is throwback to ugly past
World is a surreal alien landscape where nothing makes sense to me
Beauty is everywhere around us, when our eyes are open to see it
Loss of majestic tree in my yard feels like death of an old friend
As sowing comes before reaping, culture comes before politics