So a recent article and link got me thinking.
Does Steve Jobs donate anything to charity? Apparently I'm not the only one to ask this question.
I'm a professed Apple lover. I love my Apple products and I try to talk others into trying Apple all the time. This consumer driven love for a product has bred in me a sense of awe for Steve Jobs. I view him as saintly and a good guy, despite all the things I've read to the contrary. His surviving cancer was a wonder, he's cool and someone to look up to, right?
While I still loathe my windows ridden school computer with the passion of a thousand suns, I am beginning to see Gates in a whole new light. I've know for a while that he is quite the philanthropist, but since he has teamed up with Buffet to push this to a new level, I've attained a new level of respect for both him and his wife. Even so, it wasn't until today that I actually thought about comparing him to Jobs.
Now Jobs may be donating to charity anonymously, and if he is, more power to him, but he also doesn't seem to actively support anything either. If he is such an saint, he should be using his power for good, shouldn't he?
I hate it when things like this happen. My world seems just a little grayer. I don't always need absolutes, but sometimes it's nice to know that there are people out there wearing the white hats.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Glaargh!
Sorry, this is a pictureless one.
I just got home from the team trip to California, which is a whole other story, that I may or may not tell.
As I struggled into the back door with all my shit, I was looking forward to cats in desperate need of some attention. I'm incredibly selfish that way. However, instead of the loving reception that I expected, I walked in the back door to find the pig hiding from me behind the island.
I thought it was a bit odd not to see the bad one or the little princess, but it wasn't until I turned the corner and saw a closed door that I got worried.
The world's worst cat and the little one had managed to lock themselves in the studio for who knows how long. I think it was early today, or late yesterday, due to the fact that both the spare bowls of food were devoured, and the lack of feces or urine in the room. However due to boredom, desperation, or both, they had managed to tear the room apart. There was a plant knocked over, and thus dirt all over the floor. There were beads, everywhere, I still haven't figured out where they got those from. The garbage had been upended and spread about the room. Shelves had been ransacked and large portions of their contents were everywhere. and the the blinds were all tangled up in the computer cords.
When I opened the door and they both came out, they were completely unrepentant and instead ignored me and dove for the food. I quickly fed all the cats, but before I was done prepping their dinner, they were making a bee-line for the cat box. I headed down with them and the little one even came back and went again while I was cleaning the box out.
After the immediate needs of the most desperate kitties, I noticed that the pig was acting strange. He kept darting out of rooms when I would enter them. At first I thought he was upset, either that, or planning an ambush, but then I realized he needed to play. He hadn't had his friends, and he was bored, poor thing. All three cats began to charge about the house like maniacs, so I had to bring out the ultimate toy and wear them out a bit. The bad cat was particularly feisty and he right away caught phillip, the ultimate toy. Then something strange (yes I know I'm recounting a strange night, but to any cat owners out there, they know that nothing so far has been all that strange) happened, he started to growl.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but the wee little cat has growled from the day I met her. It usually stems from food; she'll growl at other cats, people, or ghosts that get too near her bowl, and she growls at me when she steals tid bits off my plate. She even growled at the vet when he was trying to give her shots, he found this interesting to say the least. I've always found it cute and funny, but I've never heard my other cats growling, until tonight. I've got to say the bad cat is scary when he growls. He first growled at the little one when she walked up, and then he growled at me when I tugged on the toy. Also we got into a tug-o-war match over the toy, with him growling the entire time.
I guess the little princess taught the world's worst cat a new trick while they were locked up together. Who says incarceration can't change you?
I just got home from the team trip to California, which is a whole other story, that I may or may not tell.
As I struggled into the back door with all my shit, I was looking forward to cats in desperate need of some attention. I'm incredibly selfish that way. However, instead of the loving reception that I expected, I walked in the back door to find the pig hiding from me behind the island.
I thought it was a bit odd not to see the bad one or the little princess, but it wasn't until I turned the corner and saw a closed door that I got worried.
The world's worst cat and the little one had managed to lock themselves in the studio for who knows how long. I think it was early today, or late yesterday, due to the fact that both the spare bowls of food were devoured, and the lack of feces or urine in the room. However due to boredom, desperation, or both, they had managed to tear the room apart. There was a plant knocked over, and thus dirt all over the floor. There were beads, everywhere, I still haven't figured out where they got those from. The garbage had been upended and spread about the room. Shelves had been ransacked and large portions of their contents were everywhere. and the the blinds were all tangled up in the computer cords.
When I opened the door and they both came out, they were completely unrepentant and instead ignored me and dove for the food. I quickly fed all the cats, but before I was done prepping their dinner, they were making a bee-line for the cat box. I headed down with them and the little one even came back and went again while I was cleaning the box out.
After the immediate needs of the most desperate kitties, I noticed that the pig was acting strange. He kept darting out of rooms when I would enter them. At first I thought he was upset, either that, or planning an ambush, but then I realized he needed to play. He hadn't had his friends, and he was bored, poor thing. All three cats began to charge about the house like maniacs, so I had to bring out the ultimate toy and wear them out a bit. The bad cat was particularly feisty and he right away caught phillip, the ultimate toy. Then something strange (yes I know I'm recounting a strange night, but to any cat owners out there, they know that nothing so far has been all that strange) happened, he started to growl.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but the wee little cat has growled from the day I met her. It usually stems from food; she'll growl at other cats, people, or ghosts that get too near her bowl, and she growls at me when she steals tid bits off my plate. She even growled at the vet when he was trying to give her shots, he found this interesting to say the least. I've always found it cute and funny, but I've never heard my other cats growling, until tonight. I've got to say the bad cat is scary when he growls. He first growled at the little one when she walked up, and then he growled at me when I tugged on the toy. Also we got into a tug-o-war match over the toy, with him growling the entire time.
I guess the little princess taught the world's worst cat a new trick while they were locked up together. Who says incarceration can't change you?
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