Originally published elsewhere on Thursday, April 10, 2014. I have no plans to watch that new movie about Steve Jobs. As I have no plans to read Walter Isaacson’s biography of him. It’s not because I think those efforts are somehow not worthy of his memory. It’s just that I have my own recollections of […]

Je suis tombé par hasard sur le site de Lisa Melton hier soir, et j’ai trouvé vraiment beau et enrichissant son témoignage sur Steve Jobs et les anecdotes qu’elle y raconte. Mon passage préféré :

Ken and I hadn’t seen Bud in months, not since Eazel shut down, so we were all making guesses about the reason for his visit. Tiring of the conjecture, I finally just stood up, cupped my hands and called out to him.

“Hey, Bud! Come over and see your old pals when you’re done to talking to that guy.” Bud looked up—slight pause—and “that guy” turned around to stare at me.

It was Steve Jobs. Of course.

I will forever remember his look—a slightly lopsided and tight-lipped half-smile, eyebrows narrowed as if to say, “I don’t know who you are but I won’t forget that.”