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.
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).
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.”