The Monday Book – Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson

Guest review by Janelle Bailey, avid reader/ever-an-educator/lifelong learnerand also now 7th grade ELA teacher and part-time bookseller

Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson

My path to and through this book is quite interesting. I learned, while on a brief trip to San Diego this spring, that Steve Jobs’s birthmother was from my hometown of Green Bay, Wisconsin. And then I also learned that novelist Mona Simpson is his full sister. I had never heard either of these stories and found both quite compelling and interesting, especially given what I thought I knew about Steve Jobs.

This prompted me to read–well, mostly listen to–the lengthy (25 hours!) audiobook that shares its title with its subject–both called Steve Jobs–as well as reference the print copy sent by my cousin.

Boy, there was a LOT about Steve Jobs that I’d never heard before this. I had no idea how eccentric he most often was, how stringent his dietary practices, and/or how difficult it was to work with/for him at times. It made me think a lot about Emerson’s essay, Self-Reliance, and how Jobs seems to be another, possibly who fits a bit into the “To be great is to be misunderstood camp. Emerson wrote: “Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.”

And yet there may be many who don’t feel Jobs fits here, maybe that he’s “not that great,” merely “misunderstood.” He definitely had some interesting practices–like his fruitarian diet, or eating enough carrots that his skin turned orange. He had to have some pretty important people confront him about his own hygiene as well.

To hear (read), though, of his many ideas and innovations that reached fruition as iphones and ipods and itunes, etc. was quite impressive. And I don’t know that I was able to track all of that history as it was happening; hearing it all laid out this way, though, was very interesting.

And to learn all the details of his parents’ decision to put him up for adoption and then learn of his ultimately meeting his mother and sister in his late 20s/early 30s was all quite interesting as well.

I say read it if you’ve ever at all been a Steve Jobs fan or been skeptical about him. I feel much more in the know after this than I did before, and that’s certain. I’ll tell anyone who’ll listen about Jobs’s Green Bay origins.

Yarn Techie

You know the saying, “Use your friends wisely?” I have this friend, Chelsie…

Jack and I were proud of building a Facebook page for our bookshop. We felt social media-accomplished, slick even, when we added news about my forthcoming book on independent bookstores. But when St. Martin’s Press started saying things like “you need a Twitter presence” and “what about hits from YouTube,” a sinking feeling formed in our guts.

I’d never tweeted anyone in my life; I was raised in a respectable, Southern family.

Enter Chelsie. Twentyish with a Master’s Degree in something to do with computers, she has luminous dark eyes as big as the Earth, and a dancer’s body. Men breathe hard when Chelsie wafts into a room. Plus she’s really, really smart.

Chelsie likes fashion, and cats, and anything to do with computers.

I like cats….

Chelsie offered to help – or maybe I coerced her; it’s all a bit hazy – and soon I was tweeting away, presided over a newly revamped blog, and had an Author page on Facebook connected to Goodreads, Pinterest, Youtube, Flickr and a bunch of other stuff I’d never heard of. When I inherited an iPad, she married it to my laptop with a few flicks of her long red fingernails across the keyboard.

The coolest thing about Chelsie is that she gives instruction tailored to my needs: “OK, here’s the ‘on’ switch,” is her standard opening line.

In appreciation, we try to return favors. See, Jack and I are totally the people you want to know when the apocalypse hits; we can make shoes and furniture, plus Jack is a wonderful singer, so we’re good face-to-face company.

But in a world hurtling through techspace at the speed of human thumbs on a keypad,  our skills are old-fashioned. Our tech queen is a thoroughly modern Chelsie, capable of bringing down a developing nation’s government with her blackberry if she chose. I am VERY glad Chelsie is on our side instead of Amazon’s; she could get anything she wanted online in five seconds or less, but supports local shopping–and independent bookstores in particular.

So Jack made her Indian curry, we sent tomatoes from the garden, and finally, inspired by hot pink yarn found in my stash (how did THAT get in there?!) I made her one of those all-the-rage curly scarves.

Jack photographed it modeled by Val-kyttie, bookshop manager. Chelsie tweeted a pic of herself in the scarf, but I don’t know how to get it off Instagram. (One step at a time….)


 (This was made from eyeballing one a friend brought to the shop’s Needlework Night. Chain 150 LOOSELY with an I hook using standard weight yarn; turn, chain 4, dc in fourth ch from hook, [dc, ch 1] 4 times in same ch, then [dc, ch 1] 5 times in each chain across; turn, chain 4, [dc, ch 1] in each dc across; do not turn, sc in each stitch around for a nice finished edge.)