blaming Steve Jobs

September 12th, 2017

This afternoon I went into the backyard and noticed a patch where everything has shriveled and the ground is cracked and bare, and although it’s been hotter every year, it seems like it happened overnight. The garden is dying.

I blame Steve Jobs.

I’ve been blaming Steve Jobs for a whole mess of stuff for a long time now, for the conversations that stopped, the music that ended, the books that disappeared, the kids that went absent, the friends that drifted off and the way the world seems to have shriveled into a hot, lifeless, angry place of crazy strangers. Oh, I know it wasn’t him. It’s a cynical joke. But it was him, and the legion led by him. I saw it happen. I saw it happen with me and I saw it happen with nearly everyone else. And now there is hell to pay.

He was a god to many. But he was never my guru. I never entered that temple, not all the way. The theatrics looked cool, but they disturbed me. There was awesome power and beauty in his works, but I never trusted myself to handle that kind of artillery. It went too fast and too far. I didn’t need it. I didn’t want it. I am too cheap. I bought a laptop. It works fine. It sits on this desk. Every time I use it I have to stop, be still, and do only one thing. I do not carry it in my hands or put it in my purse, pocket or car. It is not a companion. It is not the world. It is a very small and distorted picture of the world.

I have to wake myself up every minute of every day to realize the difference.

I am probably the only person you know without a smartphone. Please don’t text me.

It seems to me that we have completely confused the world with a picture of the world. We are so adept at manipulating the false picture — with just one thumb — that we have forgotten how to occupy the real world. How to live responsibly and with accountability. How to be decent and how to be kind. How to use our hands and feet and heart. We are so fascinated with artificial intelligence that we have negated our own. We do stupid things. We say stupid things. We shout at each other in tiny digital boxes. We overuse exclamation points.

When we do things directly in the world, instead of through technology, when we speak aloud to one another, meet face-to-face and side-by-side, it is altogether a different experience. It is intimate and alive. Magic, really. You can’t program it. Totally original, one-of-a-kind, without a trademark.

Innovation produces some really neat things, but it can’t be your religion. It won’t soothe or satisfy. It destroys what is to make room for what’s next. To be sure, it’s a naturally occurring cycle, January to December, but it can be sped up to the point of wanton waste and disposability. Suppose every time you were hungry you took only one bite and then tossed the apple. (It got a little brown around the teeth marks.) The earth would be nothing but a landfill of fallen fruit, and we’d all be hungry ghosts, waiting in line all night to grab the next nibble that will once again fail to satisfy.

I know Steve Jobs isn’t to blame. But I blame Steve Jobs.

This is a lousy load to lay at the tomb of a giant and a genius. Although he was arrogant and egotistical, by all accounts Mr. Jobs made amends to estranged friends, family and rivals and was at peace before the end. It’s a given. Everyone reaches the end of ideas when they arrive at the ultimate disruption. I’m going to have to give him a break for everything that troubles me and take responsibility for what’s right here now.

I’m going to have to keep this place alive.

So I’m heading out to walk this world of mine and see what needs doing. To notice the dry spots. Fix what’s broken. Lend a hand. Spare a little more time, a little more water, and a lot more love. I know this in my bones because I preach it, and I preach it because I need it: What you pay attention to thrives, and what you do not pay attention to withers and dies.

What will you pay attention to today?

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8 Comments »

  1. Perfect. 🤙🏼

    Comment by Alexandra Brooks — September 12, 2017 @ 12:14 pm

  2. Nah, it is all Marconi’s fault. He started this wireless business and one thing has lead to another. But take heart: it is going to blow over in one thousand years or so. Meanwhile, get a tablet that will fit in your purse. They are a little bigger than a smartphone and so have more room to work with.

    Comment by Bill — September 12, 2017 @ 12:40 pm

  3. Thank you for your wise words. So true and so important.

    Comment by jane smith — September 12, 2017 @ 12:59 pm

  4. I too do not own a smart phone! I thought I was the only one left that refused to be owned by technology 😉
    Sister Kathryn is trying hard to have me evolve into the next generation, though!

    Comment by Linda — September 12, 2017 @ 1:51 pm

  5. I have no smartphone, no TV. I like it that way. I can experience peace. Technology can be a source of good – I can choose to connect with sites like this and broaden my knowledge and outlook – sites that give me pleasure and – I can avoid those that depress and drain away hope.

    A child of parents that lived through World War 2 and had resilience built into their souls, I have been fortunate to inherit this and been encouraged to look towards ways of keeping life in balance, doing things for myself and not becoming dependent on computers. I don’t see much evidence of this in today’s generations – many can no longer think for themselves.Life is lived by App and they cannot discern between fake news and truth. Technology is a good servant and a bad master.

    I am not against technology – progress in treatment of disease etc has been breathtaking. It is the “Social Media” that I dislike: the Pavlov’s Dog reaction to a small pinging envelope; reducing healthy, vibrant “autonomous” humans to reactive “automatons”.

    As I sit in peace I find myself wondering about the future and what happens when technology fails? What will people do without reserves both mental and physical? The paper today reports that Cambridge university students are losing the ability to write.

    So Mr Jobs, in your haste to be a big-shot,to serve money and your ego – what have you done to us? Where does this all end?

    Comment by Debbie — September 13, 2017 @ 3:22 am

  6. Loved this the first time and feel it even more deeply now. Still sticking with Ye Olde Blackberry (a hand me down!) and no Facebook account, but the ubiquity of smartphones and Facebook have irrevocably diminished and/or distanced a friendship or two with those who apparently only communicate in snippets broadcast to hundreds. I keep writing—sometimes in pen on paper!

    Comment by Laura — September 13, 2017 @ 10:50 am

  7. Love this, thank you!

    Comment by Jacqueline Bodnar — September 13, 2017 @ 2:49 pm

  8. Oh, wow. Just wow. Could not have been better said.

    Comment by Nan — September 14, 2017 @ 7:02 am

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