I have been filling up this hole in this field. I came accross it one day on a walk. This hole is much like a cave except you can’t walk into it. It is to stright up and down; too step to climp into.
Some where a long the way I started dumping parts of my self in the hole. Maybe parts of me would find the bottom. Maybe if I poured enough of myself, the bottom will raise to the top. I have been dumping myself into this hole for a while now. I can’t yet see the bottom and nothing of what I have added has come even close to lining even a corner of the bottom. Sometimes I peer into the cave and I think I can see something, someone standing in the middle maybe even looking right back up at me. Can You hear me? I’m calling, shouting why doen’t they answer. Maybe they can’t hear me at all.
I can hear the wind and what I think that is the ocean in the background….
Everything is quite now and what I thought I saw is gone and I have nothing left to toss in the hole.
Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson.
I always had a hard time believing Apple/Jobs would sign off on iSteve: The Book of Jobs. It was a weird mixture of being both a little too cute and a little too weighty.
Turns out, Isaacson didn’t like it either. Not surprisingly, the publisher’s publicity department picked it originally. As Philip Elmer-Dewitt reports:
The old one, iSteve: The Book of Jobs, was chosen by Simon & Schuster’s publicity department. The author, Walter Isaacson, was never quite sure about it. His wife and daughter, however, were. They thought it was too cutesy. And now Isaacson has persuaded his publisher to go with something simpler and more elegant.
Not surprised….
Source: parislemon