Gabe leaves for college in just a few weeks.
Last night, we uncovered a Rolling Stone magazine from March, where Jon Stewart is talking with Bruce Springsteen about art, and whether he worries about losing his muse.
Then my kids came along , and at some point, Patti was assisting me in the fact that I was not as attentive a father as I should be, and my argument was, “Don’t you understand? I’m thinking of a song!”
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One day I realized, “Wait. I’ve got it. I’ve got more music in my head than I’m going to live to put out.’ But your son or your daughter, they’re going to be gone tomorrow. or the day after. I realized, “This is what’s going to be gone, and this is what’s going to always be here, not the other way around.” Music and art are always flowing through the ether — they’ll always be there — but life, life moves on and is gone. Life is locked in an eternal dance with time, and unlike art and time, the two can’t be separated.
“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, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” – Steven P. Jobs (Image by Jonathan Mak)
How can I be a designer and not be moved by the death of one of the most brilliant designers of the modern age?
No, Steve Jobs wasn’t a graphic designer or an industrial designer or an interior designer or an architect or a fashion designer. But he was unequivocally a designer.
He envisioned not just products, but a new way of being in the world. A new way of working, and of playing. And he brought that vision to life.
He was the guy who decided things needed to be simple and beautiful. He was the one who dictated removing the clutter and enhancing the experience. He used the hands and hearts and brilliant minds of a huge team of stellar creators to sculpt a company — one that could create objects and adventures so beautifully designed that millions and millions of people wanted them. And wanted to be a part of his new vision of the world as well.
Was that world perfect? Not even close. But designed? Absolutely.
Everybody’s got an opinion.
We’ve hit bottom We haven’t hit bottom. The market’s optimistic. The bankers are panicking. Wall Street has to get bailed out. Main Street must be saved.
I find myself awash in a sea of pontificating experts and I’m totally convinced that nobody knows nothin’.
We are on a bucking horse and the people on the other bucking horses all around us are screaming instructions: “Pull the reins!” “Hold on tighter!” “Relax! Relax!” “Use your spurs!” “Jump off!” “Stay on!” as they try their best to hold on themselves.