It’s Mona Simpson’s eulogy for her brother, Steve Jobs. You might be thinking, enough already with Steve Jobs, I’m sick of Steve Jobs, or even, I hate Steve Jobs. But this is different. It’s incredibly moving. It’s moving not only because of the life observed, but because of the observer. It reminds me how even fictional characters can be so affecting they change lives. So it doesn’t matter what you think of Steve Jobs. Just read it. And thank you, Mona Simpson.
Holiday cleaning progress report: DONE. My apartment is so clean I can throw a freshly laundered white comforter on the floor, have a cat immediately jump into it, and not care.