Pirates never die.

What I love most about Steve Jobs is that he changed my world. The amount of time I spend during the day that isn't on an Apple device can be measured in minutes. He was a pirate captain who challenged accepted norms in every industry from music to telecommunications – and was victorious in every single engagement.
RIP, Steve, you've earned it.

And then she said...

I am grateful for the small mercy that more people didn't have to listen to the Bigot Lady in the Vancouver Airport lounge last night. As it was, with her booming voice and tiny little Blackberry headset only a couple of hundred of us were in her blast radius.
First of all, it's all about the Chinese. I guess she had just been there. How awful the food was. And the customs. And the people. I had my audiobook blaring full blast, and she was still all I could hear. I felt so bad for the little Chinese guy sitting a couple of seats away from her.
But then she really went and did it. She started laying into Apple. How she had, and loved, a Mac, but how awful Apple was as a company, and how iPhone users were such losers. Well, as you can probably imagine, I lost it. I wasn't about to let her drag my people into her racist rant.
I whirled around in my chair and shouted a question across the room to her. Did she know that the whole lounge could hear her? "Yes" she said sheepishly. So I went on to suggest that perhaps she keep her hurtful ignorant comments about minorities to herself.
(Hey, in terms of computers, Apple's still a minority.)