The whole Nancy and Steve thing was cute and all for this season but I need it to be done now. Let’s get back onboard the real ship

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The whole Nancy and Steve thing was cute and all for this season but I need it to be done now. Let’s get back onboard the real ship
I can only comfort myself by thinking that in the last few weeks, Steve saw two wonderful revivals of his shows open on broadway and received an outpouring of love and appreciation after the release of tick tick boom. It is my dearest hope that last night, after one last wonderful dinner with his friends, our dear friend (and I can only think of him as my friend even if we never met) Steve lay down to go to rest feeling completely at peace with the state of his legacy and absolutely knowing how much he was loved and respected. I hope that it was his time only because he was completely and totally satisfied with his life and work.
As much as I am actually shattered tonight, I am trying to remember him as he deserves to be remembered-- with just so much joy and love. I cherish every gift he gave us and I will carry him in my heart forever. He blessed us so much in life, may his memory be a blessing as well.
Melissa Ferrick was “just ok”
The only thing gayer than going to an Ani Difranco concert in Northampton is NOT going to an Ani Difranco concert in Northampton and instead driving to JFK to pick up your never-gonna-happen and then going to Ani Difranco in Boston the following night, instead, alone. THAT is the kind of gayass storyline I'm here for. (I think as I realize the shirt I bought at that concert is now 5 years old and fits an entirely different corporeal arrangement) Anyway this was a micro fiction just like my aversion to guava. I never hated guava. and I never liked Lea Michele's speaking voice. But Melissa Ferrick and her boots and her story about the coastline was cool in a pre-Taylor-Swift's-Renaissance kind of way
“goodbye arm. goodbye train. goodbye humanity”
so since it is no longer october i had to say goodbye to the spoopy steeb icon
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Goodbye Steve
When I saw the first tweet last night that just contained the non-shortened URL www.apple.com/stevejobs, my heart skipped a beat. I pretty much knew what I was going to find clicking that link but I just couldn't believe it.
It's strange really to feel connected to someone that I haven't even met...except that I am in a way. He created amazing things and he loved what he did. I think that's what gets to me the most: he lived by his passions every moment of each day.
He had dreams, he believed in them and his optimism was contagious. It's so easy to get bummed down by people around you when they don't get fired up when hearing about your dreams and ambitions. Steve wasn't like that. In fact, he was quite the opposite, he did his magic and ignited everyone's passion. He had a way of making people believe and come along with him to make it real.
If you haven't already watched it, I urge you to watch Steve's 2005 talk about How to live before you die. Here's an except from it:
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.
Goodbye Steve.