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Billie Jobs

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Brendon J. Wilson
on January 22, 2004
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Ashley and I attended the Mac event (The Macintosh Marketing Story: Fact and Fiction, 20 Years Later) tonight at the Computer History Museum. In attendance were numerous members of the original Mac team. The best part about this event was the numerous Steve Jobs stories.

Me with Donald KnuthIn one anecdote, Andy Cunningham recalled a trip to New York City. They arrived late and Steve, as usual, had to rearrange the furniture in the hotal room. He needed the furniture to be just right, as he could never stand the way hotel rooms were arranged. And he needed a big bowl of strawberries. With whipped cream. On the side. And a baby grand piano (despite not being able to play the piano). And some flowers of a variety he couldn’t agree on with Andy, not that it mattered, given that it was the middle of winter in NYC and nearly midnight.

The next day, the photo shoot proceeded as planned. Unfortunately, Steve hates working with photographers, and is normally extremely uncooperative. Luckily for the photographer, Steve was really into Michael Jackson at the time - in particular the song “Billie Jean”. Thus, Andy spent the entire film shoot watching Steve cooperate with the photographer in bursts of three “Billie Jean”-filled minutes, then desperately rewinding the tape to the beginning of the song.

These are not the stories you read about in Business Week.

Besides listening to the stories, I got the chance to meet two renowned pioneers in computing: Donald Knuth, and Margaret Wozniak. While you may recognize Knuth as the author of The Art of Computer Programming, the exhaustive catalog of computer science knowledge, you might wonder: who’s Margaret Wozniak?

She is the person without whom Apple would not exist: Steve Wozniak’s mother.

Wacko Jacko

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on February 15, 2003
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Exams are over for the moment, so that means it’s time to turn the ol’ brain off. And I expected there’d be nothing better than a TV special like “Living with Michael Jackson” to put synaptic activity into full retreat, perhaps to the point where my brain would crawl out my ear and run down the hall for cover. Such was the state of vegetabledom I was seeking after last week. Unfortunately, the exposé of the King of Pop’s personal life turned out to be just too damn interesting. Curses! Foiled again!

First, let me just say that I’m not a Michael Jackson fan, at least not lately. Though I like his earlier material, I suspect my appreciation of his music is limited to a Pavlovian association with the image of my first grade teacher, Mrs. Donovan, teaching us aerobics in a one-piece leotard. Ah, catholic school. It’s not as bad as you would have thought.

Alas, I digress.

The King of Pop bared it all: Never Never Land, his mansion, his lifestyle. What was interesting about the interview was just how painfully shy Jackson is, even about things for which he’s world-renown, such as his dancing. More surprising was the frankness with which Jackson discussed his own upbringing, complete with the stories about how his father would watch the Jackson Five rehearse dance steps brandishing his belt in his hand. Jackson’s upbringing was, in a word, brutal. His stories revealed the extent to which he had been deprived of his childhood, providing ample explanation for his childlike behaviour later in life.

The interview touched other subjects, such as the amount of surgery Jackson had done to his face. Though Jackson had revealed earlier that his own father had taunted him about his complexion, he denied having extensive cosmetic surgery. This topic seemed too close to a point of extreme personal pain. The interviewer also pressed Jackson on the inappropriateness of the Never Never Land sleepovers that had continued despite the allegations of child abuse in the nineties. Jackson just doesn’t seem to understand why this would be inappropriate - in many ways, he is still an innocent. I, for one, don’t believe his interest in children is anything other than an extension of his own desire to reclaim his childhood.

The most interesting thing about the program was watching how people reacted to Jackson in public. People who were allowed past his security were only interested in one thing: a hug. The people were visibly moved when Jackson hugged them, to the point of tears in most cases. It reminded me of a documentary in Ireland, in which the narrator traveled throughout the world to find religious experiences. In India, he found the one experience that actually moved him, a hug from an Indian woman who travels across India, giving people hugs. People would line up for hours for a hug from this woman. The effect that she had on these people was exactly the same as Jackson’s effect on his fans.

It seemed the only thing Jackson wants these days is to protect his kids and spread love. The sad thing is how suspicious we are of his intentions, a reflection of our own mistrust of a society which espouses one set of values but lives by and values a completely different set of values. So who’s crazy: Jackson, or us?