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So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand / I want you / For barbeque parties on blood red sands — Peter Gabriel, And Through the Wire |
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Fifty-six. So young, but yesterday Steve Jobs passed away. At the end of August a few friends and I figured things were pretty dire but I didn’t expect this so soon.
As then, the Internet has been abuzz. I was pedaling across the Lions Gate Bridge when the news broke, and by the time I got home my twitter feed was overwhelmed with the news. I actually walked in to a radio that was on, and it took me about three minutes of listening to Stephen Quinn ‘s interview to figure out what had happened. It was shocking.
So much has been said and will be said over the next few days about this. I ‘m not sure I have much personally to add, so I’ll leave it up to the Onion, who totally nailed the headline on what could have been an awkward moment. I’ve often said I couldn’t imagine Silicon Valley without Steve: now I don’t have too.
Posted by skooter at 8:34 PM
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