This is hard for me to talk about. When I try I end up stuttering or just breaking out into an absurd goofy grin that words have trouble squeezing around. All of my thoughts are laden with superlatives, and I will probably be living off this experience for years.
I have had a brush with divinity.
Well, pseudo-divinity, anyway. I went to the new Apple Store yesterday. The new flagship store in SoHo. I ogled, I ooohed, I aaahed. And then I turned around and saw Steve Jobs.
Yup. I know that at least a few people reading this are aware of how insanely fucking cool that is. He was just hanging around, looking at his new place. And after I squeaked and hid behind a column for a while and sort of vaguely skulked around, I managed to get up the gumption to say hello. So I walked up to Steve Jobs, God of Everything Apple, said, "I just wanted to say congratulations -- this store is amazing!" And he said, "Thanks! Thanks very much!" and then SHOOK MY HAND. Steve fucking Jobs shook My fucking Hand.
In my personal cosmology, I cannot think of anyone I wanted to shake hands with more. Not even Ryan Phillipe. When I floated out of the store, I tried to call The Shiv and my hands were shaking so much I had to dial four times. I think my favorite part of the whole experience is discovering that Steve Jobs has a tiny little bit of a tongue thrust, a teeny tiny bit of a lisp on the "s" in "Thanks." No, that's a lie, my favorite part was that I fucking shook hands with Steve Jobs. (The bit about the lisp is still true, though.)
It is a wonderful feeling when one gets repaid for one's GOOD karma. Holy fucking god, I talked to Steve Jobs.