“Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.”
-- Steve Jobs, Apple and Pixar CEO –
“Being the poorest man in the cemetery will probably be my lot. Going to bed at night and dreaming of being able to afford my next Mac laptop, that’s what matters to me.”
-- Cipriano, Bookpuddle CEO –
Have a great Tuesday!
-- Cipriano, Bookpuddle CEO –
Have a great Tuesday!
I know what you mean. I'm not sure about the Intel chips, they worry me. So I'm trying to figure out how I can get a new Powerbook before this summer when they will all have Intel Inside. But then, if Apple announces a G5 Powerbook with the Intel chip, I might be able to forgive them :)
ReplyDeleteIt matters not if I am the poorest "man" in the cemetery. If I go to bed at night loved by my children and family and have made a positive impact on at least one person's life that day, that is what matters to me-and that also makes me the richest man.
ReplyDeleteStefanie:
ReplyDeleteI have heard that the "new" MacBook [with the Intel chip and all] is getting some.... shaky reviews. It is is scary [so says my MacExpert friend, the guy I bought this G4 PowerBook from when my own laptop OD'd]... scary to buy the newest first-generation innovative thing, before the bugs are worked out of it.
I know very little about it really so now I am going to shut my yapper...
Cleo:
Your definition of what it means to be "rich" is so superior to my own... which has always been, "Do you take your empty beer bottles back for refund? If you don't, you are rich. If you do, you are me."
But seriously, I am pretty much judging my worth in this world by whether or not my cat continues to sleep with me!
I would do well to adopt your more.... coherent definitions of the real state of things.
It's really quite easy to wax philosophical and poetic after 5 days of non-stop Nyquil and yet the family still lovingly brings tissues with lotion and cold or hot tea depending on whether the fever is up or down. And of course Jack will remain steadfast-what cat who reads Rand and Gibran would not? Do hope he's laid off the sauce a bit, you seemed worried....
ReplyDeleteCleo:
ReplyDeleteLast night I found Jack, passed out in the closet. Surrounded by hairballs [one still hanging out of his mouth], winecorks and porn!
The guy is a mess. A real mess.