| May 16, 2007 |
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The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs
 Even digital dictators have feelings. And what better way to let those gusty emotions out than on a faux-blog? With The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs, a rowdy facsimile of the iGuru opens the doors to his innermost Apple-founding, Pixar-running, black-turtleneck-wearing self. He waxes on about the iPhone; reveals the secret super power of James Gosling, the father of Java; and occasionally lets his guard down on such topics as being obscenely wealthy. He also disabuses anyone of the notion that life at the top gets you a little peace and quietly played smooth jazz. "The Clintstones" want meetings, "wacky old Sir Richard Branson" wants to chat via satellite phone from 14,000 feet overhead, and there's Steve Spielberg again, pitching yet another movie idea ("some ideas just don't click"). Don't even mention the "MicroTards," the "freetards," and every other irritant in what should be the rosy life of His Jobsness. Did he mention he invented the iPod?
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