Steve Jobs, 1985, Playboy interview:
Playboy: How about the low-priced computers: Commodore and Atari?
Jobs: I consider those a brochure for why you should buy an Apple II or Macintosh. I think people have already determined that the sub-$500 computers don’t do very much. They either tease people to want more or frustrate people completely.
Playboy: What about some of the smaller portables?
Jobs: They are OK if you’re a reporter and trying to take notes on the run. But for the average person, they’re really not that useful, and there’s not all that software for them, either. By the time you get your software done, a new one comes out with a slightly bigger display and your software is obsolete. So nobody is writing any software for them. Wait till we do it — the power of a Macintosh in something the size of a book!
I did a screensnap of that too.
Playboy Interview: Steve Jobs
Playboy: What was your introduction to computers?
Jobs: A neighbor down the block named Larry Lang was an engineer at Hewlett-Packard. He spent a lot of time with me, teaching me stuff. The first computer I ever saw was at Hewlett-Packard. They used to invite maybe ten of us down every Tuesday night and give us lectures and let us work with a computer. I was maybe 12 the first time. I remember the night. They showed us one of their new desktop computers and let us play on it. I wanted one badly.
Playboy: What was it about it that interested you? Did you have a sense of its potential?
Jobs: It wasn’t anything like that. I just thought they were neat. I just wanted to mess around with one.
Review of Steve Jobs
Did Walter Isaacson Ask Steve Jobs This?
“Given how long it’s taken for me to reconcile my nature, I can’t figure I’d forego it on your account, Marty.” — Matthew McConaughey as Detective Rustin Spencer “Rust” Cohl, True Detective
Life is death. Death is in life. To hold your own true love in your arms and see the skeleton she will be; to know that your love leads to death, that death is all there is, that is what I know and what I do not want to know and what I cannot bear. — Cornell Woolrich
A Plague of Words
To wit, I’m simply blinded by choice. I can’t make up my mind what to read because there’s so fucking MUCH to read and I want to read ALL of it…
From writer Alan Glynn, whose excellent novel The Dark Fields was transformed into the rather shallow movie, Limitless.
He has a full-blown blog too, with several short stories. All this time I didn’t know — because he sucks at promoting himself.
Anyway, what Alan says is what most readers can identify with. And what’s weird is that while I sit here typing this, I realize I don’t have the same impulse towards TV and movies. I haven’t yet seen all of Breaking Bad, but I’m not in any panic to do so — as I am to get to all the books I have waiting to be read.
Previously here and at my other blogs:
Crime Always Pays: Origins: Alan Glynn
Limitless, The Movie
Lose Your Mind
Go Buy Winterland By Alan Glynn!
Writer Alan Glynn Speaks!
Calling Alan Glynn!
California’s School Success and Opportunity Act (AB1266) Will Save Lives
Don’t these people, these grown adults, realize that their words come with a body count?
Memento mori. (Or, how Worldcon’s youth problem will resolve.)
You are offering a room full of vintage first-edition hardbacks to a group of people who read books on their phones.
Italics in original.
Why Your “Collectibles” Are Worthless
Forced Exposure ~pj
You’ll find all the laws in the US related to privacy and surveillance there. Not that anyone seems to follow any laws that get in their way these days. Or if they find they need a law to make conduct lawful, they just write a new law or reinterpret an old one and keep on going. That’s not the rule of law as I understood the term.
Bold and redfacing added by me.
Jurgis could see all the truth now — could see himself, through the whole long course of events, the victim of ravenous vultures that had torn into his vitals and devoured him; of fiends that had racked and tortured him, mocking him, meantime, jeering in his face. Ah, God, the horror of it, the monstrous, hideous, demoniacal wickedness of it! He and his family, helpless women and children, struggling to live, ignorant and defenceless and forlorn as they were — and the enemies that had been lurking for them, crouching upon their trail and thirsting for their blood! That first lying circular, that smooth-tongued slippery agent! That trap of the extra payments, the interest, and all the other charges that they had not the means to pay, and would never have attempted to pay! And then all the tricks of the packers, their masters, the tyrants who ruled them, —the shutdowns and the scarcity of work, the irregular hours and the cruel speeding-up, the lowering of wages, the raising of prices! The mercilessness of nature about them, of heat and cold, rain and snow; the mercilessness of the city, of the country in which they lived, of its laws and customs that they did not understand! All of these things had worked together for the company that had marked them for its prey and was waiting for its chance. And now, with this last hideous injustice, its time had come, and it had turned them out bag and baggage, and taken their house and sold it again! And they could do nothing, they were tied hand and foot — the law was against them, the whole machinery of society was at their oppressors’ command! If Jurgis so much as raised a hand against them, back he would go into that wild-beast pen from which he had just escaped!
– The Jungle, by Upton Sinclair
Available free at Google Books (download as PDF under the gear icon).