工作與生活，平衡點在那？
回國三年間，生活里被工作拍得滿滿的。不停地加班，不停地出差。三年後的今天，換了一份工作，閒多了，個人時間也多了。這才回想起，以前那些工作的動力，來自理想，來自興趣，來自熱誠，這一切一切遠勝於一切，所以撐住了！
開始朝九晚五的工作，沒多大的壓力，沒太大的應付問題。少了吵架，多了些行尸走肉。不再cong cong忙忙，卻開始不習慣慢到不行的步調。
也開始自我陶醉。覺得如此一來可使自己變得更漂亮。人家說，沒壓力，皮膚會變好的。然後可以規劃自己的生活。
規劃生活？！多麼偉大的志願！不說還好；說了就忍不住想笑。
工作與生活，我一直在想要維持如此規律的生活比較好呢？還是要更忙些比較好？整個重心從工作中抽離，大家都以為戀愛去了。可為什麼沒人說，就因為沒戀愛，所以才以工作為重心呢？
如回到從前忙碌的生活，可不是什麼期不期待的事。人，總不能為了選擇而選擇。以前的日子，讓我忽略了很多事情，很多屬於關懷與愛的事情。
可是如今從早到晚與機器鬼混的日子，實再有點難吭。不停地發Quotation，還要在一群看起來不怎麼具生產力的團隊過日子，整個眼神呆滯起來了，沒什麼衝勁，也動不起來。然後自以為很強的談判、國際貿易、Business Model等是一點也派不上場。
說起來，我還是比較希望為理想、為興趣打拼的感覺。那種有種活著的感覺，那種單純因為志趣而努力的感覺。
老實說，混混沌沌過日子，一點都不是原來的我。
這個時候的工作，要能和生活取得平衡才是重點。
再試一次吧！再試一次怎麼樣？
生活如果是一幅拼圖，那我想我還在尋找屬於這一幅拼圖的每块puzzle…
星期四, 11月 08, 2007
Cat@Bangkok, Thailand 03~05-Nov, 2007
一直想把過去出差旅行的遊記整理起來，卻只是想想而已。印度各地奇妙的出差之旅，大陸看熊貓吃鹿肉，還有印尼越南、港澳台等地；許許多多有的沒的。
好吧，就從最近一次的旅程開始整理。
俏皮的Darren弟弟+鄰家小女孩麗真+艷到不行的印度妹+還有我這個老女人，四個不拉干的人就這樣凑在一起。從一開始有旅行的想法到敲定好行程花不到一天的時間，然後也沒有人去規劃到達目的地後該做些什麼。
我們就這樣在曼谷衡衝亂撞了3D2N。
待續…
好吧，就從最近一次的旅程開始整理。
俏皮的Darren弟弟+鄰家小女孩麗真+艷到不行的印度妹+還有我這個老女人，四個不拉干的人就這樣凑在一起。從一開始有旅行的想法到敲定好行程花不到一天的時間，然後也沒有人去規劃到達目的地後該做些什麼。
我們就這樣在曼谷衡衝亂撞了3D2N。
待續…
Cat@T-Shirt House, Bangkok
我一直覺得應該要好好介紹一下這家T-Shirt專賣店，可就一直想不起來他叫什麼名字。
此店位於Bangkok市中心，Platinum Shopping Mall，正門口進去，朝右上角2點鐘方向走，在角落邊的，一家專賣T-Shirt的門市。事實上，馬來西亞一些Shopping Mall偶爾也可看到這些裝在方型盒子的創意T-Shirt，不過價格就是貴了點，都在RM30++；在泰國，價位大概在THB150以下（依大小不同，價格不一樣，同時男裝又比女裝稍貴）。
除了單件T-Shirt外，也有情侶裝供選擇。主要是T-Shirt圖文設計非常吸引人，引用的字眼也很搞笑，價格又不貴。
購買時注意事項：
1. 三件或以上就可享有批發價。這幾乎是Platinum Shopping Mall里頭的店家做生意的手法（有些兩件就可享有批發價）。單件當然也賣，就貴了點。以這些T-Shirt為例，女裝批發價THB110，零售價THB250。
2. 店里的老闆娘不怎麼會說英文，姿態也蠻高的。尤其人潮多的時候，脾氣就來了，多問點什麼就會給客人臉色看（重點是：常常人很多，多到進不去那種）。
3. 一律Standard Price，別以為買很多很多就能殺價。其實蠻多人到那里買個二三十件是常有的事。
最後，祝大家購物愉快！如果你愛T-Shirt，這家店絕對值得去看看。 ^0^
Cat@Naraya, Thailand
我哈Naraya，第一次看到曼谷包，就愛上他了！所以到Bangkok一定逛Naraya。大大小小的零錢包、旅行用皮夾 、化裝包、錢筆袋，搭配碎花設計，又或格文，要不簡單的流線設計等等，看了叫人愛不釋手。^^
一式三款的小包包，可用做化裝包，也可裝些小東西，是出差旅行的好伙伴。價格：THB210
這組多用途包包簡直是一見鐘情，主要是整體格線該計非常具有質感，加上內部摸起來是滑面的，還有搭配上金色的拉鏈頭，整個感覺就出來了。價格：THB275
再來就是這一款出差旅行放護照、信用卡、外幣等等的扁長型皮夾。出色的玫瑰設計一開始就捉住人們的視線，內頁夾層設計也顯得大方得體。價格：THB160
這一款包包是這一趟旅途才注意到的，算是近半年來另一款新設計。格子設計在不同光線下呈現出不一樣的質感，共有黑、粉、巧古力三種顏色供選擇。這是這一趟旅途買來送媽媽的 ^_^ 價格：THB475 這個價格大概是Naraya眾多商品中高價位的。
Naraya曼谷包官網：http://www.naraya.com/
這里有更多照片供參考：http://www.lowcostbag.com/
星期二, 11月 06, 2007
禮物
長大後，越來越少收到禮物；也鮮少送別人禮物。
好朋友結婚，很想給他買個什麼做紀念，卻一直沒有行動。即使提起勁來了，卻想不到該買些什麼。要嘛價格過高，要不覺得不夠實際。顧慮多了，禮物買不到。
大學那年，從仰慕者手里收到從小期待已久的音樂盒。好像有那麼一下下是開心的，然後那個己經無法在轉動的音樂盒依然擺在房里的某個角落。
生日的時候，也期待收到禮物。有男朋友的禮物，有好朋友的禮物，還有媽媽的面線+紅雞蛋。
工作的時候，也收到禮物，是筆，是裝飾品，又或是Diary之類的，很拘謹。然後開始要回禮，Royal Selangor莫名其妙成了好朋友。
選禮物的時候，想想彼此相處有的美好時光，想想經歷過的甜酸苦辣…滿滿的。
有些禮物是選了，可是卻無法送出。一份簡單的心意，就只是沒遇到了解心意的人。然後一直納悶很久很久…
好朋友結婚，很想給他買個什麼做紀念，卻一直沒有行動。即使提起勁來了，卻想不到該買些什麼。要嘛價格過高，要不覺得不夠實際。顧慮多了，禮物買不到。
大學那年，從仰慕者手里收到從小期待已久的音樂盒。好像有那麼一下下是開心的，然後那個己經無法在轉動的音樂盒依然擺在房里的某個角落。
生日的時候，也期待收到禮物。有男朋友的禮物，有好朋友的禮物，還有媽媽的面線+紅雞蛋。
工作的時候，也收到禮物，是筆，是裝飾品，又或是Diary之類的，很拘謹。然後開始要回禮，Royal Selangor莫名其妙成了好朋友。
選禮物的時候，想想彼此相處有的美好時光，想想經歷過的甜酸苦辣…滿滿的。
有些禮物是選了，可是卻無法送出。一份簡單的心意，就只是沒遇到了解心意的人。然後一直納悶很久很久…
星期四, 11月 01, 2007
'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says
This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
link: http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
link: http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html
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