RIP Steve Jobs


Handwritten page of a diary dated October 5, 2011

… tried to go to sleep, but I keep thinking it. I don’t even want to write it down. OK I will — Steve Jobs died today.

About an hour ago, even though it was late, I called Uncle Billy. He didn’t own one of the original Apples, but in 1984 he did buy the very first McIntosh anyone could buy. He and I are the only ones in our family who like Macs instead of PCs. My dad says that means Uncle Billy and I are on the same wavelength, which of course anyone coulda already figured out if they were paying attention.

Uncle Billy is the only really old person I know very well. He and Steve Jobs were born on the exact same day and I came right out during that phone call to say it makes me kind of worried about whether I should start preparing myself to lose him too one of these days. He said no, no, Steve Jobs didn’t eat a balanced diet and had way too much stress in his life which caused him to get sick. He said hardly anyone dies when they’re only 56.

All of a sudden I remembered that only yesterday Uncle Billy had taken his iMac in to the Genius Bar to get looked at. I told him this: “Your computer gets to mourn Steve Jobs with all his Apple brothers and sisters on the repair shelves tonight.” He told me this: “Hey yeah, maybe they’re having a memorial service. They can get online and play some music and find some poems about the angels taking a loved one to a better place.”

Yes I am aware that I’m lucky to have somebody to talk with about weird ideas.


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Princess Di commemorative plate, gone for good

Handwritten page of a diary dated October 21, 2007

uncle snuck me in to see ‘Paranormal Activity’ last night even though it’s rated R and even though I told him the commercial on TV looked pretty creepy. But that wasn’t the bad part. I could take it. I admit it was kinda hard to go to bed because these people in the movie had demons in their bed, but I got to sleep. Almost no problem.

Then at 3 a.m. I hear this really loud music and see lights dancing around my head and I start screaming like a little girl and my uncle says ‘Dude shut up or you’ll wake up your grandma and she’ll kill me’ and he was right. Pretty soon my grandma is running down the hall swinging a golf club and she ends up cracking one of her commemorative plates she has hanging up in the hall.

Then this morning Uncle Dave is saying to my grandma, ‘I don’t know why you blame me. I didn’t think he’d scream like that — I wasn’t playing a scary song, I was playing ‘I’m a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World.’

Then he showed us the coat he was wearing which he plugged in and she said she probably woulda liked the coat if it hadn’t led to her breaking her one-of-a-kind Princess Di plate which probably couldn’t be replaced any more after all these years Diana’s been dead and buried.


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