Extremely rarely am I moved by the death of famous people. Steven Jobs was one of those, but not for the usual reasons.
I read this this article last month:
'I live in hope he will reach out to me before it's too late': Steve Jobs' biological father speaks of yearning to meet his son
There is also something I learned today:
Famously hostile to leaks, Apple's paranoid culture's new poster boy: a Chinese engineer who has killed himself after losing an iPhone prototype.
Also the photos I typically see today about him, remind me of something I can't quite surface yet. I think it has to do with my uncles.