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Friday, October 28, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Steve Jobs
This is part of a commencement address that Steve Jobs gave in 2005:
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thanks for reminding us, Steve.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
143
There are so many numbers floating around in my head: 12 steps, October 4th, 7 weeks since Panthea found out about my betrayal, 3 times in 2 days, 500 watts vs 1200 watts, our monthly sales volume, inventory levels, taxes out the ass, my mom's red blood cell - white blood cell - platelet levels, 15 MPG in the new truck, apple's stock price, and it goes on and on.
I haven't been able to concentrate much lately. I read the same passage over and over again, but the words rarely stick. I read the just for today reflection in the morning and I forget it by the afternoon. I'm getting very frustrated because everything feels more difficult, not easier. I wake up in a bad mood sometimes. I get sad often. I knew that this was going to happen. I knew that it was going to take a while for the reality of the break-up to sink in. This is the reason why I need a support group. This is what I spend half my time talking to the shrink about. I hurt and I want to act out with drugs, food, sex, and shopping. It's all on the list and in the front of my brain. I have trouble praying because my mind wanders. I have trouble sharing because my emotions ebb and flow from one feeling to the next.
In spite of all this, and with rare exception, in the middle of all the thoughts and feelings (during the day or at night) I tend to notice the time on the clock - 1:43 - I Love You. Almost with out fail, on a daily basis, I catch 1:43. Say whatever you want about coincidence, but I don't check the clock very much during the day. Regardless of the reason I see it I know that what it stands for is true. Panthea, 143...20005
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I haven't been able to concentrate much lately. I read the same passage over and over again, but the words rarely stick. I read the just for today reflection in the morning and I forget it by the afternoon. I'm getting very frustrated because everything feels more difficult, not easier. I wake up in a bad mood sometimes. I get sad often. I knew that this was going to happen. I knew that it was going to take a while for the reality of the break-up to sink in. This is the reason why I need a support group. This is what I spend half my time talking to the shrink about. I hurt and I want to act out with drugs, food, sex, and shopping. It's all on the list and in the front of my brain. I have trouble praying because my mind wanders. I have trouble sharing because my emotions ebb and flow from one feeling to the next.
In spite of all this, and with rare exception, in the middle of all the thoughts and feelings (during the day or at night) I tend to notice the time on the clock - 1:43 - I Love You. Almost with out fail, on a daily basis, I catch 1:43. Say whatever you want about coincidence, but I don't check the clock very much during the day. Regardless of the reason I see it I know that what it stands for is true. Panthea, 143...20005
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Bedtime Stories
I read at night and usually fall asleep doing so. Before Panthea moved to NY, there were times when I'd tell her a story or read one to help her fall asleep. Recently it has come to my attention that Samuel L. Jackson has also started to read / narrate bedtime stories. This one is my favorite:
Monday, October 3, 2011
Mike's take on Asians
I'm driving with my friend to a meeting the other day and this Asian guy pulls out of a parking lot directly perpendicular in front of me. He's blocking traffic and completely filling our field of vision so we're both looking at him. After about a minute:
Mike says, "Chinese people are aliens."
Me, "How do you know he's illegal?"
Mike, "I don't mean illegal. I mean they're from another planet... that's why they don't know how to act."
Me, ::pause:: I'm silent while I contemplate his observation::pause::
Me, (while I burst out laughing) "You're an idiot."
Asian culture is much different then western culture. For example:
Could this be anyone other than an Asian guy? Did you really have to look at his features or did the weird sex act thing immediately make you think of Asians? The school girl thing embraced by both men and women... enough said.
How about this: Asian spitting problem and another and for the finale so while it's not PC, in this case, maybe he's right :)
Mike says, "Chinese people are aliens."
Me, "How do you know he's illegal?"
Mike, "I don't mean illegal. I mean they're from another planet... that's why they don't know how to act."
Me, ::pause:: I'm silent while I contemplate his observation::pause::
Me, (while I burst out laughing) "You're an idiot."
Asian culture is much different then western culture. For example:
How about this: Asian spitting problem and another and for the finale so while it's not PC, in this case, maybe he's right :)
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