I used the Internet for the first time from an Apple computer. It was 1994 and my AOL screen name was failebg.* (*Steve Jobs didn’t work for Apple at the time, but he did create the company so I’m starting here. And yes there is a story behind failebg that I will blog another day.)
The following year, I saw Toy Story the first week it came out in the theaters. I couldn’t believe an entire movie was made with a computer. The animation astounded me except for the humans. I was disappointed in how not-human they moved. I have seen every Pixar move since 1995 in the theater until I had two children and I had to watch Up from home.
I brought a brand new Apple computer to college and would instant message my roommate who was exactly 2 steps behind me and to my left.
In 2000, I bought my first PC, and my life went downhill for the next two years. Seriously.
I began to hear about these “iPods,” but I still had cassette taps in my car in 2003 so I only shrugged. In fact, while my life would get better on Pixar movies and love, it would be 3 more years before I bought an Apple product. Our first child didn’t sleep so Scott bought me a pink iPod shuffle with the inscription: All Mothers Are Working Mothers. Without that iPod blasting This American Life podcasts and crappy 90s pop, I would’ve never survived all the walking and rocking my son demanded.
For Christmas 2008, my father wanted to buy everyone iPhone 3s. I said no because I liked my Sprint Palm Smartphone. It was red and had a color-coded calendar. But the week before Christmas, the screen cracked. I shrugged and said: Okay, thank you. Well, Dad was right (don’t tell him) because the iPhone and I have been BFFs ever since that fateful December.
My iPhone made my iPod shuffle obsolete, but it paved the way for my first Apple computer in almost a decade. My husband insisted I accept a MacBook for my 31st birthday to bolster my writing career. And I did. And I felt completely lost for the first month, and I avoided most applications on it, like iPhoto, for another 6 months. I may or may not have a hard time with change. But I have written my heart out on that MacBook. I’ve cried on its keyboard and pounded it with my fist.
In 2010, I broke my iPhone 3 (BY ACCIDENT) when the iPhone 4 came out (COINCIDENCE). If I hadn’t had my favorite means of communication destroyed, I would’ve kept my nose turned up at the new shape and the organizing folders and Facetime. Okay, I still hate Facetime, but I love my folders for the most part. I also learned after 2 days of tweeting about my new phone that it was not iPhone 4G like I kept insisting. I think that’s called denial.
What I’m trying to say, the day after Steve Job’s passed away, is that the companies and products that he envisioned, created and presented have been a part of my life for a long time and have changed those experiences for the better.
Thank you, Steve. May you rest in peace in iHeaven.