The news of the death of Steve Jobs has dominated the web for the last day.
There have been tributes, obituaries, montages and so on – but this is my favourite – a farewell from Fake Steve Jobs.
It is long, but well worth a couple of minutes of your time.
Your name, old friend, is the definition of hope.
Not literally, I mean, not if you
look up “hope” in the dictionary,
but you know what I’m trying to say.
And now, with you gone,
what happens to us?
Have we reached our peak?
Our zenith? Our apogee?
Or some other word that means the highest point
you can reach?
I think maybe we have.
Because here’s what I see.
America in decline:
a civilization unsure of itself,
adrift, confused, puffed up
with phony patriotism,
an empire run by number crunchers,
by MBAs & investment bankers
by quick-flippers & angel investors
who make nothing
who build nothing.
But you, Steve–
you flew in the face of that.
You were the one who invented,
who said no,
that’s not good enough,
go do it again.
Go make it amazing