Steve Jobs 1955-2011

I saw the news last night that Steve Jobs, co-founder and former CEO of Apple, had died after struggling with pancreatic cancer for years. Like many people whose lives have been greatly changed by the products he helped innovate and bring to market, I was saddened to hear of this… even though, with the reports of his health issues over the last couple of years, it didn't come as a complete surprise.

I think I became a "Mac Guy" sometime back around 1989 or so. I had been using an Atari ST computer for several years, and was pretty happy with it. Then my friend Rob, who was doing graphic arts work at a small design company across the parking lot from the new Mirage offices, showed me this thing called "Photoshop" -- I think it was version 1.5 or something, still only handling black and white and greyscale images -- running on the Mac IIfx (at that time the "hot rod" Mac) he was using.

After picking my jaw up off the floor, I knew I had to get with the program (literally!) and become a Mac user. It wasn't long -- probably a couple of weeks -- before I had my own Mac, a IIfx model with a gigantic 250 megabyte hard drive, running Macintosh operating system version 6, I believe. I still have it, though it hasn't sounded its happy start-up chime for many years. It sits on a table in my barn, beige case slowly yellowing with time.

But it was the start of a love affair with the Mac platform which is still going strong. I'm typing this blog entry right now on a MacBook Pro laptop, which is so much more powerful and capable and compact than that first Mac IIfx that comparisons such as horse and carriage to automobile come to mind. But the key elements that made the Mac so appealing to me from the day I tried one -- and these are elements which, I think, can be directly attributed to Steve Jobs' influence -- are still there: the ease of use, the directness of the interface, the sense that this was a computer made for people to use for work and play without getting in their way.

I remember being somewhat flabbergasted when, after Jobs had come back to Apple after going off and starting his own computer company called NeXT (yes, I bought one of those too, and the less said about that the better), and one of the first new versions of the Mac that came out after he'd returned was the first iMac, a kind of cool-looking all-in-one gizmo which -- SHOCK!!! -- did away with the floppy disk drive, and -- perhaps even more profoundly influential, eventually -- got rid of the SCSI and Appletalk and ADB connectors in favor of a relatively new connection technology called "USB". I wondered how I would cope without floppy disks… and discovered pretty rapidly that life without them was not so bad. Better, in fact. And USB became well-loved, especially for those of us who had fretted and fumed while dealing with SCSI and its frustrating quirks over the years. Now, it's hard to find a computer or electronic device which doesn't use some form of USB.

It's been said the the iMac was the computer that saved Apple, and I think there is a lot of truth to that. It was certainly a huge hit, and led directly to the models which we enjoy today.

Obviously, Steve Jobs didn't do it all. There were a lot of talented people working at Apple who helped to bring these amazing products to market. But it is telling to remember what Apple products were like during the time when Jobs was not at the company, and what they were like after he returned. It was really night and day. Without him, and his innovative ways of thinking about these things, life with Macs would have been greatly different.

I hope the people who now run Apple have learned enough over the years from Jobs that the company will continue to surprise and delight us with amazing things like the MacBook Air, the iPhone and the iPad, to name a few. I guess we'll have to wait and see. -- PL

(The image I used at the top of this entry is one I found at

http://forums.macrumors.com/showthread.php?p=13485403#post13485403

this morning when I was reading various testimonials about Steve Jobs. There were a lot of different photos of him and graphic tributes to him, but this one seemed the most poignant, for some reason. I don't know who created it. -- PL)

UPDATE 10-07-11: Now I know who created that moving visual -- a gent by the name of Ben Hughes. He left a comment on this post, as follows:

"Hey there!

It looks as if you didn't know where the original image in your post came from. FYI, I created it and originally posted it to my Tumblr. Feel free to link back to the original posting! http://obh.me/pmz6QT

Thanks for including my work in your memory of Steve."

Thanks, Ben... great work! -- PL

From ADAM to AirBook

My wife, who is deep into a profound reworking of one of her latest projects (turning a prose novel into verse -- definitely NOT a simple task, nor one to be undertaken by the faint-hearted), has written some recent posts on her blog in which she speaks compellingly of the vicissitudes of revisions. In the comments section of one of these posts, she wrote "I love computers so much."

Now, Jeannine is far from being a technophile, so without the concept of revision -- and its attendant difficulties -- informing that comment, these words might sound a little odd coming from her. But having watched her process for a long time, I think I know exactly what she is saying.

When we first got together, back in 1982, Jeannine was doing much of her writing in longhand (writing on paper) and then, via her electric typewriter, transforming that into a manuscript suitable for submission. Much of her revision process happened before the typing began -- I would often see her at the table surrounded by many bits and pieces of paper, small (but carefully torn) shreds of what she had written down in longhand, paper-clipped together and arranged somewhat differently than they had been when on the full sheets of paper.

Then she would turn these into a typed manuscript, and as even the best typists know, occasionally, mistakes happen. Back in those pre-computer days, if you were trying to produce a clean-looking page, making a typographical or spelling error meant breaking out the correction tape or the white-out fluid. The correction tape, being dry, was somewhat faster than the white-out, which was literally painted over the error.

But the biggest problem was that once you had finished carefully typing your manuscript, you were faced with a daunting task if -- as is very often the way with writers -- you looked at it and saw the need for further revisions. In that case, you basically started all over again, with clean paper, from the very first word. It was virtually impossible to change a few paragraphs, even a few lines, in the middle of a manuscript without re-typing the whole thing.

That's why, when we lived in Dover in those early days, it was such a revelation to use a computer -- in this case, a somewhat primitive by today's standards (but very high-tech then) computer called a Northstar, if memory serves. I'd been going to the local Dover public library and discovered that they had installed one of these gizmos for use by anyone who was interested. Their setup included a printer, one of those dot matrix things which were fast and efficient but produced printouts of dubious quality -- certainly not the kind of quality required for the submission of a manuscript for possible publication.

But I saw right away that this piece of technology held great promise for the future of Jeannine's revising process. "Cut and paste", a feature of pretty much every program these days, was then something that seemed kind of magical -- the ability to select a section of what you had typed, and with a couple of commands (keyboard commands in those days -- the whole mouse and "graphic user interface" thing later popularized by Apple and others had not yet emerged) you could delete or move that block of text into any other location in your document, and it would be a seamless whole when read on the screen or printed. To me, who had seen Jeannine grinding her teeth in frustration when dealing with the wearying grunt work of retyping a manuscript (all the while having to keep a watchful eye and hand to prevent mistakes), this was simply amazing. (And it was clear that the way this thing worked, the tyranny of white-out fluid and correction tape would very likely soon come to an end… which it did.)

I did a bunch of my own stuff on that computer, typing letters to family and friends (and finding great use for that cut and paste function -- I could write a basic letter and then customize it with small additions and/or subtractions to make it appropriate to the person to whom it was to be sent), and when I felt comfortable enough with how that computer worked, I showed it to Jeannine. And though she hated the dull, slightly smudgy look of the dot matrix printouts, she immediately saw what I had seen vis a vis the potential for completely altering the oft-times onerous process of revision and preparation of manuscripts.

But the dot matrix thing was a problem. At that time, letter-quality printers were thin on the ground and cost an arm and a leg to boot, and we had very little money.

And then, a now-defunct video game company came to the rescue.

I am sure many (or at least some) of you remember the ColecoVision video game system. This was one of the earliest home video game consoles, and it was quite successful. Someone at the Coleco company saw the potential for this game system as the basis for an actual home computer (at that time a rarity), and Coleco produced something they called the "ADAM" computer. It was basically the ColecoVision system with a few more bells and whistles, including a built-in word processor and BASIC programming software, and a cassette tape drive for storing and retrieving files. Like the ColecoVision it was based on, the system had no dedicated monitor -- you had to have a television to connect it to, preferably a color set.

But one of the best things -- in fact, the thing that finally got us to plunk down about $400 of our (mostly Jeannine's) meager savings at the time -- was the fact that this system included a letter-quality daisy wheel printer. This was an absolute necessity for Jeannine if she wanted to use the printed documents prepared on this computer to send out for consideration for publication. And for the money, it seemed to be an incredible deal.

So off we went to the local mall -- I'm pretty sure it was the Newington Mall near Portsmouth, NH -- and the Mongomery Wards store (which I am pretty sure was in the space now occupied by a Barnes and Noble). We'd seen in a circular in the local paper, "Foster's Daily Democrat", that Wards was selling this new computer system, and as I recall it didn't take us too long to come to the conclusion that although this was a lot of money for us to be spending on this hunk of (at that point) unproven technology, there was enough promise in it that it seemed irresistible.

And it proved to be pretty much everything we'd hoped. It was an easy system to use, and the word processor, while basic, did everything we needed. I did play the included games a few times, and while we lived in Connecticut and Jeannine was teaching high school English, I used the BASIC programming functions to write a little program for her which calculated her students' grades (my only worthwhile programming effort ever, I think), but it was definitely the word processor that got the most use.

When it came time to render the stories Jeannine wrote on the ADAM into printed form, the ADAM's daisy wheel printer did the job, and did it with great quality and pretty decent speed…

… and a HECK of a lot of noise! That thing was SO noisy -- it sounded like a machine gun. I built an enclosure for it out of foam core board, and that helped some, but I can guarantee you couldn't sleep if this thing was printing in the next room. (Well, I know that we couldn't, anyway.)

As the years went by, other computers came into our lives -- first the Atari ST line, and then an even longer line of Apple products, starting with some of their beige desktop Macintoshes and culminating in what we use now -- in my case, the MacBook Pro on which I am typing this, and across the table from me, the sleek MacBook Air that Jeannine uses. These two machines are computers that are FAR beyond the capabilities and form factor of that original ADAM… but that machine served its purpose, and served it well. Jeannine got comfortable pretty quickly with the way computers do things, and has never looked back. I think she still has an old electric typewriter in her writing room, but I don't think it has been used in years.

And now she does almost all of her writing, composing and revising, directly on the MacBook Air. Yes, she occasionally will write something down on paper -- an idea, a line or two -- but for the most part, her creative thoughts are going directly into (well, through her fingertips) the computer. I can't remember when the last time was that I saw her at the kitchen table surround by torn scraps of paper. I kind of miss seeing that.

But I don't think she does. -- PL