art of losing's not too hard to master ...

去云都吃午饭，就做好了吃慢餐的心里准备。没想到今天上菜异乎寻常地拖拉，服务员又一如既往的怠慢，最终爆发哄抢事件，不管自己点的是什么，拦下来吃了再说。相当火爆，上月无锡超市买水，也不过如此。

跟同事感慨，尼泊尔上菜更慢。有了心里预期，加上左右有人攀谈，也就不怎么建议了。运气好还有服务生过来变个魔术、聊个天。举头三尺有神明。在那个十步一林加，百步一神殿的国度里，一言一行都会检点。

出发前一直惦记要去看同学在加都的豪宅。没想到从波卡来回来，手机竟然死机，没法联系了。早知道如此还不如跟大部队去遥望珠峰。真去了又会错过那晚的都巴广场。回到上海，走在熟悉的街道上，看着两边鳞次栉比的橱窗和霓虹招牌，莫名其妙地感觉失落。

印度教徒说，世界是一个幻想。那天在库玛丽女神庙盘桓到很晚，直到有位老先生把我们请了出去。门在身后轻轻阖上，眼前已不复那个世遗广场，却是一个熙熙攘攘无比热闹的露天市集：卖菜、练摊、下班、发呆、放学、政宣、集会、请愿、巡逻、乞讨、表演、祷告～～。接近消极的、崇尚虚无的尼泊尔，展现出来的市井一面，让我觉得在上海一切的物质追求是那么地无稽。去的时候，航班延误直到凌晨。在登机口被人拉了回来，要向尼航讨个说法。让我为自己稀薄的维权意识羞愧不已。从幼儿园到大学，上了几千节政治课，再嗤之以鼻，那些其实也早已润物细无声地进入了我的血液。习惯把权利让位于冥冥之中的那个权威。最珍贵的都没拿回来，又何必在乎细枝末节。

下了飞机，感觉到了二十年前的无锡，传说中的皇宫也没有闵行法院来的巍峨。在加都最高的餐厅吃了顿早饭，乏善可陈。现在有同事提议去吃印度菜，我都是坚决反对。尽管天赐一个很好的导游，却无法昂然兴致，也许是内疚好不容易碰到这么便宜的世遗门票，还逃了一次票。在印度庙外的低矮平房里，看到现世中的苦行僧侣。屋外是虔诚的信徒，往生的魂灵和一群群现世报的游客。欣赏不了闪耀着尼泊尔之眼的大佛塔，觉得呼之欲出的孔雀窗棂和繁芜精彩的黄金大门才是呼应对神的恩典。

我本谦卑如尘埃。

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乔布斯永远知道如何把理性思考嫁接于感性表达之上，希望未来可以亲自聆听他的演说。转贴他05年在斯坦福的“你必须要找到你所爱的东西”。

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

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. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. 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. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. 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. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. 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. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. 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. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

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.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

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MSN上跟人说换了个手机，还是黑的。几乎都是惊羡的误会，牛X哥们，咋从美国整回来的苹果啊！？iPhone开卖，哪怕是根本就没的买的中国都跟着兴奋。上GOOGLE Trend查了一下，上海地区的人最发烧，比排第二的北京地区高30％。真是神话般的营销，难怪有人说乔布斯创立了一个苹果教。

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“凡杀该隐的必遭报七倍。”为了该隐不被杀害，上帝在他额前留下记号。一直不明白上帝为什么会对这世上第一个杀人犯格外开恩。今天在南方人物上看到The Mark of Cain的影评。电影反映的是伊拉克虐囚，我曾经看了不到十分钟就删掉了，实在是受不了充斥其中的绝望。只要还有一个人还在被奴役，我们就都是不自由的。也许上帝问，你的兄弟亚伯在哪里？根本就没有指望会有答案。所以没有宽待，只有恩典。

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海克在德国中心的银行上班，来上海一年多了。被问到最喜欢上海什么，回答是有司机接送，有阿姨帮忙打扫，回欧洲都是要亲力亲为的。我们引以为豪的外滩、金贸、磁悬浮，在她眼里要么是稀疏平常，要么是资源浪费。象德国中心这样高的楼，在德国一般是没有客梯的，她说，大家都喜欢走楼梯。问到我最喜欢哪首歌，当然是天皇巨星特地为我而唱的啦。下个礼拜又会很忙碌，还要吃烤鸭，呵呵。

Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you my friend will see
You've got a friend in me
Ben, you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind
And don't like what you find
There's something you should know
You've got a place to go

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