I don’t like to think of myself as a full-on Apple fanboi, but I like my Apple products a lot and I have a lot of respect for what Steve accomplished, with the Apple II, with the first Mac, with Next, and with what he’s done at Apple the last 15 years. Maybe the dread that I feel about pundits’ forthcoming eulogies of Steve Jobs proves that I really am a fanboi, though.
I’m aware that this just shows what a dark and depraved person I have become, but earlier this afternoon, I spent some time wondering about this: suppose I was given the choice of becoming an amazingly successful billionaire businessman visionary, and in return I had to accept the fact that when I died, David Brooks and Tom Friedman and the rest would (somehow) use my example to demonstrate the correctness of their own idiotic ideas about how the world is flat, how we all need to become Walmart-style wage slaves, how reason is pointless in the face of the power of primal scents, and so on. What would I do? I honestly think I would rather die obscure and penniless.