I remember sitting in his backyard, in his garden one day, and he started talking about God. He said, ‘Sometimes I believe in God; sometimes I don’t. It’s 50-50 maybe. But ever since I have cancer, I’ve been thinking about it more, and I find myself believing a bit more. …Maybe it’s because I wanna believe in an afterlife; that when you die, it doesn’t just all disappear, the wisdom you’ve accumulated, somehow it lives on.’
Then he paused for a second, and he said, ‘Yeah, but sometimes I think it’s like an on/off switch: Click! And you’re gone. And (he) paused again and said ‘That’s why I don’t like putting on/off switches on Apple devices.’
WALTER ISAACSON, Steve Jobs’s official biographer, recounting a discussion about God with Apple’s founder.
this song shuffled its way into my car stereo speakers on the way to work today. i remember being so enthralled with mirah when i was 17, thinking her tongue-in-cheek lyrics were so clever.
after finishing my fourth bukowski novel, women, i was kind of disgusted at how many boys that i’ve been chasing lately have reminded me of henry chinaski while reading. keywords in that statement were “boys” and “chasing.”
i’m determined to be single for a while. until i can stop myself from wanting to save every starving artist, musician and all around bum hipster guy in omaha. that shouldn’t take too long… right?
screw it. i’m buying yarn and crochet needles tomorrow to prepare for the spinster winter that lies ahead of me. in the meantime, i’ll laugh along to this song while i think of all the guys in this town that more than likely have stds after sleeping with loose girls instead of grabbing a pitcher of beer with me.