Mom died

My Mom died in 1997 — well before 9/11, the current wars and the economic collapse she had predicted like the hard-core Depression Baby she was (“Everyone’s spending like it’ll never end. Believe me, it ends”). She certainly knew from calamity, which is why her commentary on every public death from Princess Di onward would be “Enough already.”
Which brings us to the outpouring over Steve Jobs, a guy who’s been living under a death sentence since 2004. Mom and I conspired to buy The Sis her first home computer in 1994 – a used Mac PowerBook 100 I bought from a colleague at work. I brought it down to Louisville for The Sis’s birthday and excitedly set it up on her desk while she was at work. Mom came in and sat down and gave the clunky keyboard a quick workout as any speed typist would. She tentatively approached the trackball mouse at the lower center and clicked on her first computer program: AppleWorks’ word processing software.
“Whaddaya know. No erasers,” she mumbled.
The Sis – my polar opposite in all things tech — hated the gift. Refused to use it for weeks. But as she and I fumed quietly at opposite ends of the house, I heard Mom bark at her — “This is the future. Get with it.”
Apple’s certainly had better slogans. But that one wasn’t bad.
So I don’t think Mom would have grumbled as much at all the tweeting, posting and candle-lighting at Apple Stores (well, maybe a little about the candle-lighting — enough already). Right now, corporate leaders are being vilified all over the world. Many of them have it coming. And Jobs was no saint. He had a huge ego and for a notable period ridiculed and abused his workers. Jobs also failed a lot  (I once saw a G4 Cube on fire in a Mac repair shop, and don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten that one of Apple’s biggest duds was called The Lisa). I guess most geniuses are assholes, weirdos and failures until they’re not.
Mom probably would have said something like this last night about Jobs: “Classic bullshitter and all his stuff was overpriced. But he got your sister on a computer, right? That’s good.”
This spring, I successfully talked The Sis into dumping the hulking eMac I bought her 11 years ago. She bought her first MacBook and got wireless installed at the house. She wasn’t happy about it. As the two of us stood at the checkout in the mobbed Apple Store, she sighed, “I guess it’s the future.”