The Macintosh made sense to my child self in ways that other computers hadn’t. Just about everything I’ve written from the age of eight or so forward has been created on an Apple product. All the adolescent stories, the school essays, the college lab reports and papers; the dissertation, the teaching materials, presentations; the games, columns, and blog posts; love letters, journal entries, fan email, forum messages, chat logs. And the iPhone, able to map my course from anywhere, and contact a friend or a cab if I need one, has made me more free and more safe, able to traverse areas as a woman alone that I wouldn’t otherwise have attempted.
Rest in peace, Steve. I may not have loved everything Apple did. I may have made fun of Mobile Me. But I owe you.