Bye Mr. Jobs

I took this picture while walking in the neighborhood of Mr. Jobs Home. While I was not very sure where it was located the streets are a common cross section of middle American sans Palo Alto. I was amazed at how pleasant the street were with rose bushes and flowers of every kind. The stone house of the 30's mixes with the clapboard siding of other more modest houses. Mr. Jobs actually lived in a Spanish colonial house with very simple furniture and embellishment, somewhat like a Buddhist Monk. In any event the innovator that imagined to dream has come to an untimely (56yo) end. And where will the next innovator come from? We can only hope our society is fertile enough to generate someone with as much or more immagination and stamina as Mr. Jobs. He acted like a wizard and spoke like an oracle and lived in humility. Can we not all hope for this to happen before we are overtaken by death? Rightly so our dreams if cared for and nurtured will project us and leave to others a small token of humanity for the next generation.


It is clear that the young follow what is here today, the baby boomers if you will. The creativity that each of us has and contains within ourselves is an expression of our powers to truly be. I sense it is true with technology, just as it is with building.

My backberry went to the fritz the day after Mr. Job passed away.......maybe in heaven he pulled the server on the system???