Happy Birthday, Steve Jobs.
He was seated on a bench near some elevators, perhaps waiting for housekeeping to finish cleaning Apple’s suite in the floors above. He was sitting alone and glowering, broadcasting a radioactive aura that looked ready to explode. Around him, standing well away from him in small groups, were his retinue of PR handlers and executives, all facing anywhere but towards Jobs.
Jobs must have thought that he should be talking to someone. But it seemed that all the king’s flacks couldn’t dig up an interview on that afternoon. More at; http://blogs.zdnet.com/Apple/?p=3161
EXPERIENCE IS NOT WHAT HAPPENS TO A MAN BUT IT IS WHAT A MAN DOES WITH WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM