“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
~ Robert Siltanen
ALSO: If you've never done so, it's required reading. A Sister's Eulogy for Steve Jobs.
October 5th came and went without me remembering...six years ago he passed. He would have been sixty-two. Still young, with plenty of time to increase his dent in the universe. Unfortunately, the light that burns twice as bright burns half as long - and Steve Jobs burned so very, very brightly.
So I sit and I compile, and I use mobile apps to sequence a series of images to which I add a soundtrack. I then feed it through another app to get the desired effect and I download the newly processed version to a tablet. I upload the amalgam of image and sound so as to share it with the world.
I do so on a device that is so sufficiently advanced, it is indistinguishable from magic — yet friendly enough that a toddler can learn to use it in mere minutes. And I am able to do so only because a man pushed others to be more than they thought capable. I bask in the fluorescent glow of a flatscreen that tells me its internal fire burns with only seven of its one hundred percent.
The Mother I knew was a patient and kindhearted woman. It would not be easy for any mother caring for my father, and a myriad of kids spread across three continents. She could be stubborn about her extended family. But it was only a matter of time before everyone was included in her circle. She cared much for every soul — strangers, friends, family, and even my Dad’s cats.