![]() ![]() After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.Īnd 17 years later I did go to college. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. The first story is about connecting the dots. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. The situation is excellent.Steve Jobs’ 2005 Stanford Commencement Address The coming years will be everyone's judge. Let's see each other elsewhere: in the farmlands, in the picket lines, in the streets, in encampments. What is definite is it is not for us to answer, and it lies not in the medium. The question remains for us amidst the promise: who are we doing this for? What use is it for? In the end, all we really want is a life worth living. ![]() All it wants is clarity inviolate, then it can die. All it seeks is total forgiveness for self-hatred. It reaches out to fellow hands what will you take away is up to you, what you give in return is up to you. The forest has eyes on the inside, and it will shut. As your lips dry, calling out for it, so as the punished faults split.Īnd so a flood covering even the high mountains, like comb splitting hair, the streams rush between the trees. Only certain and just future."Įverywhere- on your skin, inside your stomach, will be water. No more speculation, only certain triumph. No more plunderers, imperialists, and despotic kings. No more empires of gold that thwart peace. Invoking, "no more staircases that go to the heavens, no more longing for Nostalghia. Egressing life from woeful precedents is a timeless design- revolution resists death! Mere gunfire seek the smallest fraction but decides for the longest the rule of fascist dictators is long but will die, in flesh and memory, the quickest.Ĭompressing time as with the Odessa Steps age flattens men but revolution measures death. Compressing time towards the event horizon crushed duration in protracted war. Compressed duration for protracted time a dented spectrum in the mass of crimson mountains, radiating to false capitols of pillars in concrete.
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