I think it bears remembrance,
that the Apple board deposed
Steve Jobs, himself. Bankers
are that way, as Bugsy found.
But Steve converted some op-
tions and, parbleu, regained
the upper perch in the happy
junglejim he and Wozniak put
together as if it were a gar-
age wine: from raw belief. I
recall these highly ordinary
corporate growing pains now,
because I think we glimpse a
devolution of the mantle, we
can recognize.
I'm a cardiovascular patient
of the anxious years; I row
very hard every day, because
I live with a young dog whom
I do not wish to fail. Under
no circumstances, except for
these, would I consider this
new iThing, designated Apple
Watch. An end to the iFetish
may be too distant to celeb-
rate; but the departure from
voyeurism in this appliance,
is not a bad idea.
There must be many oddities
of this vulgar kind to have
captivated bankers, already.
But I know that tribe of id-
iots for having edited Orson
Welles, and gotten away, in
the bargain; I don't expect
vision in that discipline,
after the death of Andrew
Mellon, which (difficult to
believe as it is) must have
taken place.
Did you know, the watch has
a knurled crown of familiar
and neo-mechanical quality,
even more sensitive to our
experience than the origin-
al iPod's dial, and hugely
more decent than the dis-
missive swipe screen of Ap-
ple's laboratory rat toys?
So I can rotate this witty
thingamajig, as if it were
the crown of an Oyster Per-
petual, and it will know,
I want information, not ex-
hibition. I'll ignore any
endearing entertainments,
it may thrust my way, much
as I don't take my field
glasses to an art gallery.
No one will ever see me,
wearing it. If it works,
I'm in. And if the bankers
want a smoothie to go gush-
ing from its tap, tap into
retained earnings. Give the
shareholders something to
double-down on.
Come back to compassion,
Apple. Come back to true
assistance. Good start.
Wayne Thiebaud
oil on canvas
together as if it were a gar-
age wine: from raw belief. I
recall these highly ordinary
corporate growing pains now,
because I think we glimpse a
devolution of the mantle, we
can recognize.
I'm a cardiovascular patient
of the anxious years; I row
very hard every day, because
I live with a young dog whom
I do not wish to fail. Under
no circumstances, except for
these, would I consider this
new iThing, designated Apple
Watch. An end to the iFetish
may be too distant to celeb-
rate; but the departure from
voyeurism in this appliance,
is not a bad idea.
There must be many oddities
of this vulgar kind to have
captivated bankers, already.
But I know that tribe of id-
iots for having edited Orson
Welles, and gotten away, in
the bargain; I don't expect
vision in that discipline,
after the death of Andrew
Mellon, which (difficult to
believe as it is) must have
taken place.
Did you know, the watch has
a knurled crown of familiar
and neo-mechanical quality,
even more sensitive to our
experience than the origin-
al iPod's dial, and hugely
more decent than the dis-
missive swipe screen of Ap-
ple's laboratory rat toys?
So I can rotate this witty
thingamajig, as if it were
the crown of an Oyster Per-
petual, and it will know,
I want information, not ex-
hibition. I'll ignore any
endearing entertainments,
it may thrust my way, much
as I don't take my field
glasses to an art gallery.
No one will ever see me,
wearing it. If it works,
I'm in. And if the bankers
want a smoothie to go gush-
ing from its tap, tap into
retained earnings. Give the
shareholders something to
double-down on.
Come back to compassion,
Apple. Come back to true
assistance. Good start.
Wayne Thiebaud
oil on canvas
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