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As soon as I heard the breaking news of the death of Steve Jobs last night, I felt compelled to write a thank you note to him and bring it, along with a rose and a red apple, to his flagship store on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.
Maybe maybe the public restraint I saw is generational, but if Steve Jobs is to be the Princess Diana for us geeks, we’re going to have to do much better in our spontaneous expression of love, honor and appreciation.
Someone magical has left the planet, no matter how we all will forever live in his iClouds. And I feel shameful for my greed in wishing we all had many more years of him. I feel a lot of pain that his family didn’t have enough. Read the rest of this entry »
CELEBRATING THE iGENIUS OF OUR GENERATION
The news that Steve Jobs resigned as Apple CEO today, however one prepared for the inevitable, still came as a swift punch in the stomach. Especially coming on the heels of the August 10th announcement that Steve Jobs’ Apple surpassed Exxon Mobile as the most valuable (publicly traded) company in the world, worth over $337 billion.
As we all know, Jobs, along with Steve Wozniak, founded the company in his parents garage when he was just 20. Along the way he was fired from his own company, publicly humiliated, and eventually rehired. He’s always said getting fired launched a new phase of creativity, “The heaviness of success was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again.”
Although I have joked that getting fired helped me replace the heaviness of success with the lightness of hunger, Steve Jobs has been my secret inspiration for years, especially after his extraordinary commencement speech to Stanford University.
It is worth revisiting today:
June 12, 2005
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.