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One of the trending hashtags on Twitter in recent weeks was #ForceForDaniel, a campaign to get an early screening of the new Star Wars movie for a dying fan, Daniel Fleetwood. Director J.J. Abrams had the film screened for the man at his home, as The Verge noted below.
In the movie “The Tao of Steve” (2000), the lead character associates the name “Steve” with cool, charismatic men such as the actor Steve McQueen. Apple (AAPL) co-founder and CEO Steve Jobs was famously cool and charismatic, and when he passed away three years ago, investors wondered what impact that would have on the company. As we now know, Apple rocketed to new highs over the next few years. The company had a product pipleline in place, and a wide moat: the convenience of upgrading to a new iPhone, for example, and keeping all of your data and apps, was and still is a powerful inducement to remain an Apple customer. Reactions to Apple’s San Francisco product launch event on Wednesday, however, suggest that Apple may have finally ran out of the residual Steve Jobs cool factor. (more…)
In the midst of all of today’s trading tumult, I happened to see the death notice of Doctor Wayne Dyer. This wasn’t shocking news – – he was 75 years old, and he had health issues on and off over the years – – but I was still saddened to see the news and wanted to do a post about the man.
For those of you unacquainted with Dr. Dyer, he was one of the leading authors of self-help books. I doubt Dr. Dyer would want himself described that way, but that’s how I remember him, and that’s certainly how he initially became famous.
When I was a youngster – about twelve years old – I became afflicted with a mild and lingering depression (that’s not what we called it; I simply recognize it for what it is in hindsight). The book that I found most comforting during that troubled time (which persists, ummm, to this day) wasn’t the Bible, although that helped, but was instead Dyer’s first book, Your Erroneous Zones (as a little kid, I didn’t get the pun, but that’s beside the point).
I read the book over and over again. It addressed the subjects of worry, interpersonal relations, and other items from the long list of neurotic possibilities. In my teenage years, I carefully read Dyer’s new books, such as Pulling Your Own Strings and The Sky’s the Limit. I also listened (repeatedly) to the cassette tapes on which he read his books. I imagine I was one of the few teenagers in the country who was pretty much addicted to the wisdom of Wayne Dyer. As you can see from Amazon, Dr. Dyer went on to write dozens and dozens of books.
I’m not going to pretend to be interested in all this “Ferguson” stuff that the media is obsessed with. Part of me thinks the media is hoping for something along the scale of a Watts Race Riot, just to fill up an otherwise boring news cycle. The only Ferguson which has ever interested me is this one:
First off let me make this statement plain and simple before one reads any further. This is not a hit piece, nor an effort to take swipes at Tony Robbins or worse, some feeble attempt at click-baiting.
I have been a true fan since he first hit the motivational stage decades ago. However, just as I am what many would call an Apple™ “fan-boy” (which I am) it doesn’t stop me from pointing out issues where I see a compelling reason to do so.
As I’ve stated before, I mean it in a manner the same way one would criticize a family member when they are either doing something that doesn’t make sense, or something other. Nothing more, nothing less. (more…)
Well, the goofy Bay Area I live in has become even goofier. Cultural saturation in this everyone-deserves-to-be-a-billionaire loony bin has found its way even to children’s books. In this guide to the alphabet, the letter “I”, for example, is used for the all-important words “investing” and “Internet” (and, in a nod to reptile-loving neckbeards, “Iguana”). Sigh.
My feelings about celebrity culture are identical to those of the late George Carlin, esteemed patron saint of the Slope of Hope: he couldn’t stand it. As I was thumbing through the Palo Alto Daily Post this morning, there was a headline – “Kardashian mom files for divorce.”
The “mom” is that cow-like woman Kris Jenner who, after her own failed marriage to a sleazy lawyer that managed to get OJ to walk after a double-murder rap, married a man who, in the 1970s, was a big hero (Bruce Jenner) who had a failed marriage of his own. Now these two misfits have a 2nd wrecked marriage to add to each of their scorecards.
What made me heave is when I read the names of the various and sundry spawn from their marriages: Kourtney, Kim, Khloé, Kendall, and Kylie. When George ranted about his dislike of “couples whose children’s names all start with the same initial”, I didn’t quite know what he meant…until now. The entire topic is a big load of Krap.