You know someone has an impact on you when they die and you feel it, but you never knew them in person. Earlier today, I finished a book called Ready Player One. It’s a science fiction book that immerses the reader into the nostalgia of the 1980s as a major storytelling element. So many obscure things from my childhood are major parts of it.
Classic computing. Zork. The Apple IIc.
The Apple IIc was my first computer. It was THE first computer in my household. I learned BASIC on it. I learned to program. I learned structured thought on that machine. I learned how to avoid a Groo and I learned how to keep a family alive on the Oregon Trail.
Steve Jobs, through his work, introduced prepubescent me to the computer age. I blog – hell, I built this blog – based on the skills that were initially installed in my mental hard drive from Apple’s resident genius.