Love

We didn't know much about each other twenty years ago. We were guided by our intuition; you swept me off my feet. It was snowing when we got married at the Ahwahnee. Years passed, kids came, good times, hard times, but never bad times. Our love and respect has endured and grown. We've been through so much together and here we are right back where we started 20 years ago--older, wiser--with wrinkles on our faces and hearts. We now know many of life's joys, sufferings, secrets and wonders and we're still here together. My feet have never returned to the ground.

RIP Steven P. Jobs

“Team,

I have some very sad news to share with all of you. Steve passed away earlier today.

Apple has lost a visionary and creative genius, and the world has lost an amazing human being. Those of us who have been fortunate enough to know and work with Steve have lost a dear friend and an inspiring mentor. Steve leaves behind a company that only he could have built, and his spirit will forever be the foundation of Apple.

We are planning a celebration of Steve’s extraordinary life for Apple employees that will take place soon. If you would like to share your thoughts, memories and condolences in the interim, you can simply email rememberingsteve@apple.com.

No words can adequately express our sadness at Steve’s death or our gratitude for the opportunity to work with him. We will honor his memory by dedicating ourselves to continuing the work he loved so much.”

Tim

Thanks for revolutionizing the last ~thirty-five years of the personal computing world and, more importantly, inspiring me to dream big. May your philosophy and visions live on within the rest of the Apple community.

[Edit] Kendall Square in Cambridge, MA has dedicated a concrete tile as a tribute:

Humming to a Song

Recently, I find myself always singing aloud with a song (fast-forward to 0:45) that I found this past summer when it always comes up on my iPod. I easily determined that my parents, at least, get annoyed pretty quickly. Oh, how fun it is to annoy people. I must say it's the easiest empirical way to find people's limits. :) Now to counter me when I start murmuring "doh-oh-oh-oh-oh Steve Jobs // Steve Jobs // Steve Jaaaaaaahhhhhh-ahhbs, my dad insists that I'm saying "Steam Jobs," as if I were hungry and wanted to steam a cabbage to eat.

And here are the lyrics for you to sing along:

As business men go he is a legend
surviving exile returning as king
if that sounds like Moses it's no accident
the cult of Macintosh is a religion
we bow down to products that make us weep
the beauty of simplicity the Shepard and his sheep
we defend all attackers with fervent zeal
in each operating system some new truth is revealed

his violent temper, his strict beliefs
his singular vision make him adored
we try our best as we make our way
through the pipeline of products we can't afford
in his guarded temple there's a beating drum
and it's made of glass and of aluminum
on every surface a mysterious brew
a reflection of desire is forged anew

Steve Jobs
Steve Jobs
Steve Jaaaahhaahh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Steve Jobs
Steve Jobs
Steve Jobs
Steve Jaaaahhaahhbs

when he speaks we all listen
lovers and haters
the excitement that i feel when he walks out on stage
it's not just what he's revealing but the way he reveals it too

Steve Jobs
Steve Jobs
Steve Jaaaahhaahh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Steve Jobs
Steve Jobs
Steve Jobs
Steve Jaaaahhaahhbs