With the recent loss of Steve Jobs I felt I needed to write a little something to mark his passing; but with the eulogy that the Internet has become since his death I felt my words would simply be lost, or just not mean enough. A few days have passed and I felt now was a good time…

The thing is, that Steve, whether you liked him or not, had an attitude towards design, technology and life that changed the way the human race interact, communicate and learn with the devices around them. He was able to remove the technical boundaries from his mind and lead the creation of things that became extensions of ourselves, to make the way we create easier no matter what these creations needed to be; and that is why I think there has been such a reaction to his death.

Steve Jobs just knew what we wanted and gave his passion and eventually his whole life to make those needs a reality. Yes, there have been many visionaries before him, Bill Gates for instance has dominated the computer market with the Windows OS for nearly two decades, yet I don’t feel any empathy towards the man who created a system designed for those who had to have at least a basic knowledge of computers, and that is where Jobs differed.

Every piece of technology Apple has released in the last decade has not been made for geeks, they have been made for everyone! That is the genius of Apple and more accurately Steve himself, no matter who you are, what your knowledge, you should be able to use it, just like everyone can use a book or a pen.

And that is how I feel about Steve’s legacy, writing this on my iPad2, checking the responses to this on my iPhone and teaching my daughter how to use technology an her iMac – Thanks Steve

I have always been a driven and creative person, I just can’t put my finger on whether it is drive based on ambition or a hope of just getting by.

Around me everyday are living examples of people who have tirelessly worked at what  they love to do with little or no gain, then they finally realise their aspirations by taking a risk that most of us wouldn’t be brave enough to follow.  This made me wonder about my own circumstances and ask myself  the question, “Am I living or just surviving?”

Now don’t misunderstand me; I have a family who I adore, I have a job which provides enough for us to enjoy life and in-turn makes me feel blessed.  However, this is the surviving part of life, and for all the beauty it brings to my existence it also brings a certain level of fear and restrain. For example, I don’t feel able to take certain career risks for fear of being unable to provide for my family, this is obviously a massive responsibility and society expects you to do this over all other more personal ambitions; yet I see successful creative risk takers around me all the time, and they are not just surviving but living as well!

These creative risk takers come from all walks of life.  Eddie Izzard and Tim Minchin have taken comedy in new directions, Prodigy and Nirvana created whole new genres of music and designers such as Elliot Jay Stocks have taken the leap to freelance design and simply didn’t look back.

What I have discovered from watching the living creative thinkers out there is, do what you love, do it well, live for the moment and the rest will simply follow.

Is it my own fear that restrains me or the relentless expectations of the society that we live in, I truly don’t know, I just know I need to survive.  Maybe the new year and new challenges will give me the push I need to get to the next level of achievement, and maybe I will let go of my fear and begin to start living the rest of my life…

This is an unusual post for me, on-the-whole I like writing tutorials or web design posts but something recently has affected me on a personal level and I feel I need to vent my frustration.  Six years ago my wife and I lost a son and since then we have tended his plot with tasteful and appropriate items, each year changing the toys for something a child of his age would love, that was until the local council ordered this to stop!

I wouldn’t wish the loss of a child on my worst enemy, the pain I felt at the time was unbearable and to be honest still is, as time has moved on I have learned to hide it behind a thin vale of composure.  What has made this pain easier is knowing we can bring him with us in our lives, for birthdays and Christmas’ we take him a gift and a card, at Easter a small chocolate egg, we’ve even talked about leaving a beer or two for him on his eighteenth and as long as we are alive we would keep this tradition alive. 

Now after six years the local council have asked for this to stop as they can no longer get their mowers between the graves!  Sorry did I hear that right, the last time I looked they had started bunching the baby plots so close together we could no longer stand in front of our son’s plot, not without standing on the very ground he lay beneath or on another poor child’s resting place.  For the first few months of the warning we ignored it hoping that the Council would realise their decision was not only wrong but ridiculous, but no, they have stuck to their guns and now we are being told that all items will be removed and stored for collection, only allowing us to place items on the stones themselves.  As you can imagine this has caused great upset for my family and I as well as others who have their loved ones buried at Fleetwood Cemetery and who have kept the plots in a neat a tidy state, this in turn has forced those aggrieved with this decision to call a protest which I will be attending.

If Fleetwood Cemetary was full of unkempt graves with no passion for those who have gone then the Council would simply tend them, but because we obviously care so much for those we have lost, and show it, we are being penalised!  I have been visiting Fleetwood Cemetary for the full six years my boy has been there, all the baby graves have been kept beautifully ranging from plain grass with flowers to others similar to ours, so this decision by the council confuses me.  Are we not making their job easier rather than harder?

I will join the peaceful protest tomorrow to support all those who have lost, whether it will make any difference I don’t know, all I know is losing a child really brought home to me what the meaning of  life really is and the sometimes over-the-top passion and commitent for my five year old daughter is because of that realisation, so is it really too much for me to ask to leave those toys and eventually those beers for my son.

If you have lost and are being persecuted in this way please get in touch, maybe if we all shout together and loud enough local goverments will have to listen.