Dear Steve Jobs

Dear Mr. Steve Jobs,

I don’t feel like a good American if I don’t pay my respects to you, Mr. Jobs. The world will never be the same.

Also, I had big plans of meeting you and having an awesome secret handshake. We were going to talk about great ideas like the iPad printer called the iPrint. The Apple birth control called iPlan. Maybe even something for pirates, the iPatch? Then we were going to talk about getting back to the basics and putting a cord back on those telephones so parents can go back to listening in on their teen’s conversations.

Steve. Thank you for making it cool to wear mock neck turtlenecks again. My friends don’t make fun of me as much anymore for doing so. Thank you for making it easy to keep track of text message conversations for years and years and years and years. Thank you for making it possible to see yourself and take a picture. Over. And over. And over. My profile pictures are SO much better now and that has significantly helped my online dating life.

Thank you for ignoring everyone that said that you couldn’t sell a piece of technology called the iPad unless you gave the option for an equally effective but different style, iTampon (yeah, I said it).  I don’t know what you had up your sleeve next, but I know every skinny jeaned, self-proclaimed photographer, is waiting to see what you have from beyond the grave.

You made technology beautiful. You changed the world. And for that we say, thank you.

Goodnight and good luck,

Erin

Sent from my iPhone