Thanks, ant1mat3rie.

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Darauf aufmerksam geworden durch swissmiss.
Erinnert mich daran, wieder mal nen Buch in die Hand zu nehmen.

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• Mittwoch, 11. Januar 2012, Ingo Pudlatz schreiben: Ich sollte mal wieder ein Buch lesen http://t.co/DDqYPHMx #Videotipp

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Ich wünsche allen eine gute, erholsame Zeit. Genug Ruhe zur Reflexion und Sammeln von Ideen und der Kraft, sie in die Tat umzusetzen. In 2012. Bis dann.

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• Sonntag, 25. Dezember 2011, Ingo Pudlatz schreiben: Jahresendgedanken – ganz kurz http://t.co/gyw64slR

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Mit Freude habe ich gelesen, dass Georg Kreisler bis vor Kurzem noch ̦ffentlich aufgetreten ist, um Gedanken vorzutragen Рgeschriebene oder spontane.
Nun ist Georg Kreisler im Alter von 89 Jahren verstorben. Farewell.

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Eine Sache, von der ich kurz berichten will, begriff ich erst wieder daheim.

Oskar konnte bei den Kindern unserer Freunde Süßigkeiten aus deren Fundus im Kinderzimmer bekommen. Er brauchte nicht uns fragen, (egal was wir gesagt hätten) er bekam was Süßes von den anderen. Jeden Tag. Zu jeder Zeit.
Ganz ehrlich? Ich war nicht in Gänze positiv überrascht. Aber, hey, es war Urlaub. Ich wollte meine Ruhe haben und Oskar auch. Also ließen wir die Kinder oft gewähren und schalteten uns selten ein.

Zuhause trafen wir gemeinsame Freunde, die ebenfalls in Norwegen zu Besuch waren. Auch Ihnen war es aufgefallen. Jedoch im Gegensatz zu mir hatten sie nachgefragt:
Die Kinder unserer norwegischen Freunde bekamen nur einmal in der Woche (samstags) etwas Süßes. Damit müssen sie eine Woche selbst haushalten. Und zwar gilt dies nicht nur innerhalb der Familie, sondern auch bei Nachbarn, Freunden, im Kindergarten, einfach überall.

Was für ein Konzept.
Einfach. Gut. Funktioniert (nur, wenn sich alle dran halten. In unser Nachbarschaft wohl nicht ;) Schade).

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Remembering Steve Jobs' 2005 Stanford Commencement Address where he's talking also about life and death, knowing that every day could be his last. He used time well. Chapeau.

Nachtrag, 10.10.2011:

I thought before someone wants to recall a bit of his speech you might just like to read it. It's possible on the Stanfort site – where you'll find some other address speeches as well. Whoever wants to stay here and read on, here it is (copied, please don't sue me):

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.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

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, it's 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 returned 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 it's 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.

Thank you all very much.

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• Freitag, 7. Oktober 2011, Ingo Pudlatz schreiben: Farewell, Steve - http://t.co/dthIPTSc

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If there is someone out there who's got more insight, please take your time and share it here, too.

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• Donnerstag, 22. September 2011, Ingo Pudlatz schreiben: Bin davon echt geplättet: http://t.co/UUZL5w5t US-Justiz ist was für'n A****
• Freitag, 23. September 2011, Ingo Pudlatz schreiben: Maybe some of my american follower take their time to comment on this http://t.co/UUZL5w5t

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(gefunden bei awesome people hanging out together)

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• Mittwoch, 20. Juli 2011, Ingo Pudlatz schreiben: Civil Rights Roundtable 1963 | ingopudlatz.de http://t.co/uxJ1FzW

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Junge Eltern freuen sich, wenn sie nicht am Wochenende morgens früh von den Kindern geweckt werden. An einem Samstag klingelte es gegen halb sieben an der Tür. Ich war erstaunt – das war nicht leicht, denn ich war noch nicht ganz wach – als ich eine Polizistin vor unserer Tür sah. Ob das weiße Auto, Typ X, uns gehören würde. Ja, tut es. „Dann kommen Sie bitte kurz raus, es wurde beschädigt.“
Mist. Ok, ich ziehe mich schnell an und gehe zum wartenden Polizeiauto. Die Scheibe der Fahrertür wurde mit einem Stein eingeworfen. Der ganze Innenraum ist voller Splitter. Einer steckt sogar in der Verkleidung der gegenüberliegenden Tür. „Schauen Sie bitte nach, ob etwas entwendet worden ist.“

Das Navigationsgerät (Medion) fehlte, was wohl auch der Grund für den Steinwurf war. „Wenn Sie noch die Verpackung haben, dann können Sie die Seriennummer angeben. Manchmal finden wir auch gestohlene Geräte wieder.“
Wir hatten es vor einiger Zeit (gebraucht) geschenkt bekommen und ich war mir nicht sicher, was wir von den Originalunterlagen hatten, aber es stellte sich heraus, das alles da war. Der Karton, die Gebrauchsanweisung, die Garantiekarte, der ganze Extra-Nippes (Kabel, Halterungen, etc) und sogar die Rechnung/Quittung über 280€ (wow, welche großzügiges Geschenk, das war mir nicht bewusst gewesen).
Alles war da. Nur eine Seriennummer war nicht zu finden.

Trotzdem nahm ich alles mit zur Polizeiwache. Vielleicht finden die ja was. Ich kann es auch übersehen haben.
Hatte ich aber nicht.
Somit bekam ich nur die Vorgangsnummer, damit wenigstens die Versicherung ihren Teil an den Reperaturkosten übernehmen würde. Für mich waren es noch ca. anderthalb Tage Verdienstausfall, bis alles abgewickelt und geregelt war. Vielen Dank.

Zwei Wochen später hörte ich (von einer Bestohlenen) übrigens von einem Fall, bei dem die Polizei ein entwendetes Mobiltelefon wiederbeschaffen konnte. Kommt also vor.

Ich schrieb Medion an und berichtete den Fall. Und wieß darauf hin, dass es hilfreich wäre, wenn die Geräteseriennummer auch auf der Verpackung oder auf einem gesondertem Schein beiliegen würde – eben für den Fall des Falles.
Ein Antwort kam auch relativ flott. Selbstverständlich hat das Gerät eine Seriennummer. Die ist immer auf der Geräterückseite angebracht.
Ach, ne, das hatte ich nicht vermutet.

Was lerne ich daraus? Wohlmöglich sollte ich mir eine Tabelle anlegen, in der ich alle Seriennummern der Gegenstände aufführe, die einem mal geklaut werden könnten.

Ein neues Navigationsgerät haben wir immer noch nicht (weil wir es auch nicht vermisst haben). Für mich kommt eigentlich nur eine App in Frage, da brauche ich auch keine Seriennummer für notieren.

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• Freitag, 15. Juli 2011, Ingo Pudlatz schreiben: Haben oder nicht haben: Geräteseriennummern | ingopudlatz.de http://t.co/uVpaQ0W Na? Auch schon mal beklaut worden?
• Samstag, 16. Juli 2011, Stefan Kremer schreiben: Ãœble Sache das! Mir wäre der Ärger über den Schaden am Auto und die damit verbundene Rennerei wahrscheinlich ärgerlicher als das verschwundene Navi (aber da hab ich leicht reden, meines steckt im iPhone :-P). Die Mac-Lösung für Inventarisierung heißt übrigens »Compartments« und war mal Bestandteil des MacUpdate September2010 Bundles. Aber auch 1Password oder auch einfach nur der System-Schlüsselbung mit gesicherten Notizen hilft als Ablage für derlei Kram …
• Samstag, 16. Juli 2011, Ingo Pudlatz schreiben: Danke für dein Mitgefühl. Geht mir auch so. Ich schrieb bereits, dass es mich anderthalb Arbeitstage brauchte, um alles zu regeln (plus Selbstbeteiligung). Wahrscheinlich war es sogar mehr. Nur CarGlas hatte in Münster eine Ersatzscheibe vorrätig, aber einen Werkstatttermin erst am Montag früh. Ich also hin (andere Seite der Stadt). Mit dem Bus an die Arbeit. Mittags kam ein Anruf, dass ausser der Scheibe auch der innere Rahmen und Kleinkram kaputt war (durch die Wucht beim Einschlag). Es kann auch noch mehr defekt sein. Ich fuhr wieder hin und wechselte zur einzigen Vertragswerkstatt und erkläre den Sachverhalt. Tags drauf sollte repariert werden. Stattdessen kam ein Anruf, dass sie mehr gefunden hatten. Ich holte ein Ersatzfahrzeug ab. Fünf Tage nach dem Einbruch hatten wir unser Auto wieder. Bei der Polizei bekam ich übrigens auch nicht sofort die Vorgangsnummer. Grund: der Server war abgeschmiert und sie wussten nicht, wann sie ihn wieder zum Laufen kriegen würden. Ich rief dann zwei Tage später an und bekam die Nummer telefonisch. Ja, das Navi wird durch eine iPhone-App ersetzt. Und ich nutze 1Password für so manches, da kommen dann auch SN rein. Viele Grüße :)

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