It’s easy to be a critic. It’s easy to snipe. I know, I do my share of it. But when I see things like this I just get so sad. Some blog runs pix of Woz’s house. That’s bad enough. But read the comments. The first guy rags on Woz for having a cheap espresso machine. Then someone says this:
To think that such oppulence is created by those who know of the world’s undernourished and impoverished.
So you can’t win. Like with some of the comments here lately. Friends, remember. There’s a human being on the receiving end. To be sure, a very wealthy, brilliant human being, a human being who has changed the course of history and who lives a life you could not even begin to imagine. But a human being nonetheless. With real human being feelings. So let me be open with you. Some of this stuff hurts. Let me share one of Sting’s lyrics which we discussed at length this weekend, from his song “Russians”:
We share the same biology/regardless of ideology.
Friends, we’re all brothers and sisters. (Except you, Alvy Ray Smith.) So go easy. I’ve had a lot on my plate lately. By this time tomorrow you’ll know what I’m talking about. These new products come directly from my heart. I hope they will add wonder to your life. Namaste.