The ghost of Steve Jobs haunts "Small Fry," the memoir by his first daughter, Lisa Brennan-Jobs.
I don’t want to keep up. I celebrate the phenomenal advances and the good that technology and the digital industries have given humankind. But I feel like a digital party-pooper, the world rapidly leaving me behind.
I’ve always been inspired by Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg and other visionaries who, at an early age, transformed their ideas into realities.
If you look closely, you see that the cover of “Haunted Empire: Apple After Steve Jobs” by Yukari Iwatani Kane (Harper Business, New York, 2014, 371 pages) features the extended shadow of Apple Inc.’s distinctive logo.
In a year bereft of final novels featuring boy wizards in Hogwarts, broken dawns featuring sparkling vampires, or cunning endings to Hunger Games combatants, 2011 brought with it a virtual invasion of new ideas and new voices, though there were some we had heard of before.
A person is famous when his or her name is enough to become the title of a best-selling book. A person is iconic when his or her image looking out at the reader on the cover is considered both intimate and a work of art. This holds true for the late American genius Steve Jobs, founder of Apple and the subject of the exhaustive and exhausting authorized biography, “Steve Jobs” by Walter Isaacson (Simon & Shuster, New York, 2011, 630 pages).
It was Steve Jobs who had approached Walter Isaacson and suggested he write Steve’s biography. Isaacson kept putting it off, until Jobs’ wife, Laurene Powell, told him bluntly that he better do it soon if he really wanted to.
LIGHTYEARS. That’s leaping from a processor speed of 233MHz to up to 3.1GHz, from a RAM of 384MB to up to 16GB, from a hard drive of 4GB to up to a mind-blowing 1TB.
“Then repay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to God.”
Shalani Soledad is blooming like we’ve never seen her bloom. She must really be in love.
