I was deeply saddened to read of the passing of Michael Crichton, at the way-too-young age of 66. Michael was an amazingly talented individual, as evidenced by his background—a Harvard-educated medical doctor who wrote The Andromeda Strain while still in medical school, and then wrote (and directed the movie version of) The Great Train Robbery.
From there, his writing career really took off, and he had me hooked at a relatively early age—I remember reading my dad’s copy of The Andromeda Strain in my teen years. While I may not have agreed with all of his recent writing, his books were consistently entertaining, and mixed just enough reality in with some out-there science fiction to get me thinking about the possibilities.
Beyond the books, Michael Crichton wrote and directed Westworld (a 1973 movie about humanistic robots running amok at a resort in the future) and Runaway, directed Coma, and co-wrote the screenplays for both Jurassic Park and Twister. While none of these movies will be remembered as Best Picture Oscar winners, I found them all very entertaining—and I still have vivid memories of childhood nightmares featuring the robotic Yul Brynner pursuing the humans through the underground tunnels of Westworld.
Finally, as if this wasn’t enough to keep any one person more than busy enough, he also found time to create, write, and produce the long-running TV drama ER.
Clearly, Michael’s passing has left a large hole in the entertainment universe. But on a much more personal level, it’s also left a hole in my little corner of that universe. While I never met Michael in person, he and I shared at least one thing in common: a passion for the Mac in general, and OS X in particular. While it’s true that many Mac users could make the same claim, in my case, the connection is a little more personal—and explaining why involves sharing a story that, until today, has remained only within the confines of my immediate family.
Eight years ago (on November 4, 2000), I founded (strictly as a hobby) macosxhints.com as a place to collect all these tips I was discovering about the then-very-new Mac OS X. Somewhat surprisingly to me, the site grew very quickly through its first year, and I found myself struggling to pay the ever-increasing hosting bills—I had to change hosting providers two or three times in that timeframe, just to keep my hobby affordable. At the time, the site had no ads, so the only source of income was my paycheck from my day job.
At some point, I decided to request donations to help offset the expenses, and included links to pay via a couple different online agencies. As I didn’t wish to include my mailing address on the web site, I also put up an e-mail link for those who wanted to send a check instead. One day, I opened my inbox to see this message:
Subject: send a check From: firstname.lastname@example.org Your site is great. Tell me where to send a check. MC
OK, so if you received an e-mail from one "mcrichton," what would you do? Here's what I did:
glad you like it, and thanks for the support! the address is: rob griffiths 123 main street apt abc somewhere, or 12345 oh, and if you happen to be "THAT" michael crichton, i'd love an autographed copy of any of your books in lieu of a donation [apologies if you're not 'cause you probably get this all the time, but i had to ask ... just in case! ;-)]. anyway, thanks for the offer of support and i'll do my best to keep the site useful to you in the future!
So I sent that off, expecting nothing, but was then thrilled to receive this in response:
Why shouldn't you have both a book and a check? No problem. MC
To make a somewhat-lengthy story a little bit shorter, it was indeed that Michael Crichton who was interested in supporting the site.
A few weeks later, I opened up my mailbox to find a package that contained a check for the site, an autographed copy of Timeline, and the card shown at right.
Needless to say, this made not only my day, but my week, my month, and my year. I put the book on my shelf, and whenever I started to feel down about how much of my free time my “hobby” was taking, a quick glance at the bookshelf was all it took to get me going again. Today, seven years on, I still have the book and card, and now, with Michael’s passing, will treasure them more than ever.
Michael, thank you for the wonderful entertainment you provided over the years—and for the individual support you provided to some guy running an OS X Web site as a hobby back in 2001. The world has lost a great talent, and you will be sorely missed.