Synchronicity

I was at Einstein's the other day having lunch and slowly making my way through Walter Isaacson's biography of Steve Jobs. I was at the point in the book where Job was waxing poetic about his love of Bob Dylan's music and how he finally got to meet the man who so profoundly influenced him. I was immediately reminded of my dear friend Beth in Phoenix, who in her younger days actually dated Dylan for an extended period:

Me: "You should've seen my Mom's face when I brought home my first Bob Dylan record."

Beth: "You should've seen my Mom's face when I brought home Bob Dylan."

At that exact moment, one of Dylan's songs (I don't know which one; I recognize his voice but not his complete catalog) started playing over the sound system.

There is a lot about the nature of reality that we simply do not understand—and probably never will.

A Random Thought

One of my guilty Instagram pleasures—unabashed geek and Apple fanboy that I am—is searching for photos on the service that are tagged #applestore, #macbookpro, and #geniusbar (there are others, but you get the general idea). I'm continually amazed at the number of photos that show up after those searches that have absolutely nothing to do with any of those tags, but even more intrigued by the people who post photos of their weed stash either sitting on top of, or immediately next to their Apple products.

And I can't help but ask, "WHY?"

Those photos just seem…boring. Really guys? Are you trying to be provocative? Edgy? Or are you just stoned?

It's said that people photograph whatever is important to them. I shudder to think of what my photos say about me.

And Here I Thought It was only Jobs Who'd Taken LSD…

"There's nothing to keep Apple out of the Android market as a secondary phone market. We could compete very well. People like the precious looks of stylings and manufacturing that we do in our product compared to the other Android offerings. We could play in two arenas at the same time." ~ Steve Wozniak, obviously tripping on something