Knarf? Narf? Gnarf?

They say “time heals all wounds,” but what remains at this very moment is not a wound, rather a hole in my core.  There is absolutely nothing that will ever fill this void, because it will forever be a place reserved solely for my grandmother.  As much as time will allow me to come to terms with the fact that my dearest grandmother has reached a greater place, a place where she is at peace and with her loved ones, I will never forget my time with her.  I sincerely wish and pray that she will continue to stay beside me and my family throughout our lives and guide us through whatever obstacles life may bring.  I also hope that my grandmother will be able to understand our deepest thoughts and emotions whenever we think of her, regardless of whether they are spoken or felt.  I promise I will make her proud.  We’ll be together again soon, grandma, and when that day comes I’ll be able to hold your hand once again, talk to you, hear you laugh, and have a nice long walk in the beautiful weather like you always loved.  I love you, grandma, forever and always.

kyleejones:

Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.

Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.

Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.

Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.

Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.

Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.

Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.

Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.

Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.

i should print off copies of this and give one to anybody who even considers me an acquaintance. 

What I Don’t Have the Balls to Say in Person…

I hope no one reads this before graduation, but I really can’t put myself to sleep at the moment because all I can think about is what lies ahead.  I really wish I could fully express my feelings to each and every one of you, but as most of you know, for the most part the only things you get from me… are bitchiness… and sarcasm.  Right now, as I sit alone with some privacy I can…………………….hope to fully and honestly express myself to you guys in my last few moments here.   Looking back, I came to Stony having really low expectations of what my life would be like here.  I thought my life would revolve around studying (who was I kidding) and just occasionally meeting new people here and there.   The last thing I expected to find here was what I consider, from the bottom of my nonexistent heart, a family.    I’m not ashamed to say it, I love you all.

To Allen and Vincent,
You know, I somehow knew before we even entered college that we wouldn’t really have problems living together, but unfortunately we weren’t able to be roommates freshman year.  I always got the vibe that you guys were pretty sane, chill, down to earth people…and for the most part I was right.  We’ve been living together since sophomore year and I am so fucking glad that we made the decision to do so.  You two are probably the best effing suitemates I could have ever asked for. You two are selfless, thoughtful, considerate, fun to be around, and more than  just suitemates.  I mean..even after the first year of living together I could really consider you guys to have been my brothers. I’m sure you two have to put up with a lot to live with a complete douche like me, but you guys dealt with my shit, and I’m really, really thankful for it.  Thinking back, we did quite a lot together.  Bowling and Korean BBQ every break, staying up all night for an entire month for fucking Neopets, shopping…everything.  Something just felt so right about it all.  You really don’t know how much I’m going to miss having people like you five steps away to hang out with whenever I want. 
Allen, thanks for always being the dependable one.  Thanks for helping me pass physics with an A for both terms, because I know I would have failed that shit without your help.  Thank you for all the awesome desserts you made.  Thank you for lending a helping hand whenever any of us needed it.
Vincent, thanks for being that suitemate I could pretty much hang out with under any circumstance.  I’m sure I’ve told you this many times,and you always think I’m joking, but you’re pretty fucking good at sports.  You picked up volleyball and handball faster than any other person I know.  Thanks for the great laughs you’ve given me by just being yourself.  Thanks for being a better friend than I ever expected you to be (you better not fucking take that offensively).

I’ll never forget the 3 years we lived together.  I’ll really miss you guys, and I really hope we have the opportunity to live under the same roof again. (Maybe right after college? Yes? Please?)

Sammy- We were what I would consider decent friends prior to you moving in with us.  I still find it funny how I asked you about moving in with us and you had the exact same thought. I think it was meant to be.  You should know that Allen and Vincent set the bar pretty high as being amazing suitemates, so asking you meant I really had a good opinion of you, and guess what?  I was right.  I don’t deny that I wasn’t sure how well you would get along with Vincent and Allen, but I’m glad things turned out alright.  1 year of living with you was definitely enough time for me to consider you as family.  I mean, for god’s sake, I’m laying on your bed with no shame quite often.  Let me tell you Sammy, you’re kinda cool. Just kinda. Haha Jk.  I think I opened up to you quite a bit and we’ve talked about some interesting stuff, which I don’t do with people too often.  You kinda sorta built my awesome monster computer for me, which I will forever be grateful for.  You’re there for help whenever I needed it, and in return I cooked you food.  Good deal right?  I only wish you weren’t at the comp sci building half the time so we would’ve hung out more.  If you’re lying about keeping in touch I’m going to flip a shit and hunt you down, fucker.

To the ladies downstairs (Karen, Sharwat, Jessica) and Joyce,
What can I say?  I’m so glad we got closer in college, especially since moving into West.  I remember when we all decided to move to West together and we ended up in the same building (Joyce in E).  We were all like “OMGGGGGGGGG WE’RE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN!!!!”  We lived up to that, I suppose.  We definitely had our fair share of fun and no share of studying.  You guys brought life to our suite.  Whenever you guys would come up, we’d be like “HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY”..and “fun” would just happen.  Shopping for groceries, cooking, birthday parties, board games, movie nights, were all the more entertaining with you guys.  My room feels kind of empty without you guys right now to be honest…and just thinking about not being able to have 3AM conversations or walk down a flight of stairs to hang out with you guys really breaks my heart.  I’m really going to miss you guys…

To my forever freshmen  (Connie, Jennifer, Susie),
What’s hard about graduating is knowing that I won’t be able to see you guys in your senior year of college.  I wish I had the opportunity to experience your last year with you guys because you’ve made my college experience SOOOOOOOOO much better.  Remember how all of you guys were over at our place all the time during your freshmen year?  Our first Secret Santa?  Jennifer’s 19th birthday?  Those were some memorable times that I’ll always hold dear to my heart.  You guys really became the younger sisters I never had (because I really always wanted a younger sister).  At times I felt like it was such an honor just to be able to see you three develop in college.  I really hope I’ve been able to make your time at Stony a bit more memorable, because I’ve always wanted to make your experiences here a good one, not something you would look back on and regret.  You guys should never underestimate what you’re capable of because you’re all fracking amazing and what you do.  I have faith you guys will become successful in whatever you do and accomplish whatever you put your mind to.  I wish you guys all the best next year.  Take care of yourselves.  Don’t hesitate to ask for help, I’ll be glad to offer it if I can.

Kim Chu: You know I’ll be seeing you all the fucking time over the summer.  You’re one hell of a doubles partner in handball..except you MOVE TOO FUCKING MUCH.. BLOCKER. haha jk.  No need for goodbyes, I’ll probably see you more often than anyone else hahahahaha.

Kelvin: I may seem like an ungrateful student in ping pong, but I’m really glad you tried to teach me.  I really can’t help that I’m just really freaking lazy when I play sports (SUSIE IS WORSE), but hey, at least I beat Judy with a 15 point handicap, right? lol.  I wouldn’t have been able to do that without BENDING MY KNEES hahahaha.  Thanks for all your help too.  You were always willing to lend a helping hand when we needed one. Stay in touch yo.

Eric Luu: You didn’t live with us this year, but oh my godddd I REALLY FUCKING MISS YOU.  I miss your newscaster voice, your jokes, your leisurely rides around everywhere, and just you in general.  I’ve said thank you after every trip we’ve taken to go food shopping, but I feel as if those thank you’s are never enough.  You really are a dependable person.  Thank you so much for saving me 23987238974238974 dollars in LIRR fares during those rides back to the city. Thank you for driving to Boston and all the way back. Thank you for being such an amazing friend.  Thank you for everything.  I know I’ll see you on Fox 5 news one day as the anchor!!!!  No one can resist the charm of Eric Luu.  haha.  Hopefully I’ll see you soon.

Helen Helen Helen: Geez, what would college life have been without Helen?  I don’t dare to think about it.  Volleyball wouldn’t have been as fun, handball wouldn’t have been as fun, and life wouldn’t have been as fun.  You know, we just talked about this today, but I’m really glad and lucky that volleyball somehow brought us together.  I never thought that I would find a friend like you in Stony.  We think too much alike.  You’re someone I can literally hang out with in every situation.  You play sports, you’re fun to be around, and I can tell you things that I don’t tell most other people (and in some cases you’re the only person I tell).  Likewise, I’m glad I was able to be there when you needed someone to talk to, when you wanted to hang out, and just whenever.  You’re like a sister to me, however weird that sounds, but it’s true.  I’m so grateful that you’ve been a part of my entire college life because it really just wouldn’t be the same without you.  Thank you for just being you.

David: I’m sorry, I’ve been a fucking douche as of late.  Please forgive me. I still remember our first interaction together in Biochem lab…”Hey, aren’t you in my chinese class?” “Errrr, I don’t think so.” Next day, “OH HEYYYYYYYYY.” hahahaha.  Ever since then we pretty much hit it off, and I think it’s because we finally found our matches in terms of douchebaggeriness.  Simply put, you’re a fucking amazing friend who has helped me out more than any friend should have to.  I’ll remember all the food adventures we’ve had, riding in your Camaro, and just chilling in general.  Don’t ever let anyone take advantage of you.  I’ll get pissed if another _______ scenario pops up because it took forever to get rid of that bitch.  Fuck that.  You deserve so much better than you think.  You’re always underestimating your self worth, but let me tell you straight up that you’re a good catch.  Don’t settle for anyone you’re not fully content with who doesn’t treat you the way you want to be treated.  We’ll hang out over the summer, I promise.  Maybe I’ll finally tell you all those things I said I would tell you ahahah. 

Jason Wang: We have had our ups and downs, especially junior year…but for a while, you were probably the closest friend I had on campus.  Dealing with all the bullshit from freshmen year together, those late night talks, and living with you for 3 years really made me feel like we had a special bond.  I thought to myself “He’s way better of a brother than my actual brother,” and I still think that.  You’ve helped me out so fucking much in college.  I still clearly remember how you stayed up all night with me just to teach me that fucking series bullshit freshman year.  That’s not something any normal friend would do.  You helped me get sooooooooooo many good deals on products, like those PS3’s we bought together (I barely use mine, but it looks nice).  You drove us around during junior year for groceries and whatnot.  You’ve just really done a lot for me.  I really tried not to to depend on you too much, but sorry if I ended up doing so anyway.  Anyone who knows you as a friend should be grateful to have you as one because you’re a fucking great guy.  I never said it to you in person, but I’m really sorry for throwing such a bitch fit at the end of junior year.  That is definitely not how I wanted to end our junior year.  I just felt as if you were giving up on our friendship for your frat, but I suppose it was beneficial to you in many ways.  It was wrong on my part, so I’m sorry.  I really hope the best for you because you work hard and deserve everything you get.



For someone who doesn’t throw the L word around, I love you guys, and I’ll miss you all.

-Frank.

It’s not a question of love
'Cause our love has never changed
But all the little things keep piling up
And life keeps getting in the way

[Chorus:]
Don’t make this harder than it is
We both knew it’d come to this
Better now than in a year
More nights of tears and we both hate each other
The fuse is already lit, so how about a final kiss
And just let it go?
And stop the madness before it explodes
Before it’s out of our control
Let’s stop the madness before it explodes
We gotta let it go
Before it all explodes

[Bruno Mars]
Somethings we won’t understand
And we’re both so tired of being misunderstood
So let’s just turn and walk away

Passing thoughts.

Growing up, I was social but, never was the type to open up
So my closest friends were never close enough
I suppose to them I was emotionless…
So, my headphones were my constant companions
Around my neck they were constantly hanging
And late at night when I’m haunted by phantoms
The songs I would jam would subconsciously ban them
And damn
I know it’s just lyrics and beats
But lyrics to me are like infinite peace
And peace
Is what hip hop had brought me
Strumming my pain like it was “Killing Me Softly”
Killing me, but what a way to die
Overdosed on flows, comatose on rhymes
And I
Wanna drift away
Staying conscious enough just to hit replay, okay…

Pulp Fiction

..is a great movie.  Pretty random on the surface, but of course there is always an underlying theme.  Aside from that, there were some pretty fucking amazing quotes in this movie, mainly from Samuel Jackson and Uma Thurman.  I’ll just copy the one quote I think relates to “real” life.
Mia Wallace: Don’t you hate that?
Vincent
: Hate what?
Mia
: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent
: I don’t know. That’s a good question.
Mia
: That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special: you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.

Lawls, so true.

This quote..most likely does not relate to “real” life..at least it probably (and hopefully) doesn’t relate to our “humble” lives.

Jules: Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your concentration? I didn’t mean to do that. Please, continue. You were sayin’ something about “best intentions”? [silence] What’s the matter? Oh, y-you were finished? Oh, well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: [overturns the small table in the room] What country are you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: “What” ain’t no country I ever heard of. They speak English in “What”?
Brett: What?
Jules: English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Then you know what I’m saying.
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like.
Brett: What…?
Jules: [points gun directly in Brett’s face] Say “what” again. Say “what” again. I dare you. I double-dare you, motherfucker. Say “what” one more goddamn time.
Brett: He-he’s black.
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He’s bald.
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
Jules: [shoots Brett in the shoulder; Brett screams] Does he look…like a bitch?
Brett: [in pain] No!
Jules: Then why’d you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: [faintly] I didn’t.
Jules: Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marsellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. You read the Bible, Brett?
Brett: [gasping for breath] Yes.
Jules: Well, there’s this passage I’ve got memorized, sort’a fits the occasion. Ezekiel 25:17? “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. [begins pacing about the room] And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord… [pulls out his gun and aims it at Brett] …when I lay my vengeance upon thee.”
[Brett shrieks in horror as Jules and Vincent shoot him repeatedly]

Funny stuff.
The End is Near

Can’t wait until this term is over.

"Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish"-The words I live by

This is a commencement speech by Steve Jobs that he gave at Stanford University in ‘05.  It’s probably THE most influential speech I’ve read in my life, and ever since a few years ago (which was when I read it), I’ve lived by many of the ideals that are introduced in the speech.  Don’t know why I decided to post this now, but it’s a piece I feel everyone can take something away from. So here it is.

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.

Right back at ya Steve Jobs. Thank you.

This is genius.  There’s no debate about that. (Referring to my MUS316 class)

Med School…

is stressing me the fuck out.