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Ladies and Gentlemen … Wear Leather.

If I could offer you only one tip for improving your life, wearing leather would be it.

The long term benefits of leather have been proved by serious bikers over many highways and many years, whereas wearing something unreliable like shorts and flipflops means you will experience a trip to the emergency room. There, uncaring nurses will scrub gravel out of your wounds, and doctors will dispense ineffective painkillers and meaningless advice … like telling you to trade that “murdercycle” in for a Camry.

Bullshit. I will dispense some real advice right now:

Enjoy the power and beauty of your ride; if you don’t already, you can fully enjoy it by doing block-long smokey burnouts in the parking lot at the local drive-in. Pass slower bikers on the right inside of the uphill curve when they will not let you pass to the left.

Trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at the photos of you and your pals on your bikes and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much fun you had and how fabulous you really looked hauling ass down the highway dressed in leather.

Leather is as sexy as you imagine.

Don’t worry about what your Mom thinks; or worry about what others think. Know that worrying about what other people think is as effective as trying to scratch your nose in a blinding hailstorm at 80 m.p.h. with a full- face helmet and winter gloves on. The real troubles in your life are apt to be Volvo stationwagons, driven by some dipstick talking into his cell phone or doing her makeup; the kind that blindside you at 4 PM on some urban roadway and then claim you crashed into them.

Do one thing everyday that scares other drivers… Lanesplit.

Ladies, learn to ride and then ride often. Nothing is more of an equalizer than a woman, dressed in leather, astride her own machine. Gentlemen, respect the ladies who ride, for they could very well have been the rider that waxed your fanny in the mountian curves you just came through.

Sing into your helmet. Use mouthwash first. Keep mints handy.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s bikes, especially if you don’t have insurance. Don’t put up with people who mess with yours… in fact, beat them with a chain.

Ride Fast.

Don’t waste your money on chrome, or fancy paintjobs; spend it on racing or partying. Sometimes you’re fast, sometimes you’re slow. Sometimes you’re hungover. The ride is long, and in the end, a cold beer tastes pretty damn good.

Remember the good rides you’ve had, forget the cuts and bruises.

Watch cage drivers to not signal before pulling into your lane. Be alert for brainless cage drivers to pull an opposing left turn in front of you. May the fool on four wheels in front of you have working brake lights.

Try to wear out the sides of your tires before the middle… if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your oil changed, throw away old traffic citations.

Enjoy your bike, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument of pleasure you’ll ever own, not counting porn sites and a fast modem.

Take chances.

Don’t feel guilty if you ride faster than the posted limit …the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 how to ride conservatively, all the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of saddle time.

Be kind to your passengers, you’ll miss them if they fall off.

Maybe you’ll crash, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have surgery, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll ride a cruiser off a cliff doing 40, maybe you’ll get a new motocrosser for your 75th birthday …whatever you ride, don’t congratulate yourself too much—your choices are 90% foreign, 10% domestic; so are everyone else’s.

Wrench… even if you have nowhere to do it but in your hotel room.

Do not read American motorcycle magazines, they will only make you wish you’d bought a British one instead. Read British motorcycle magazines and laugh at how the brits laugh at americans. Stay away from German motorcycle magazines, they are too serious and difficult to read.

Read the owner’s manual, even though you won’t remember any of it.

Get to know your brake pads, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Remember, brake pads let you stop. Be nice to your tires; they are your link to the pavement and the things most likely to save your butt from a nasty highside.

Understand that mechanics comes and mechanics go, but for a precious talented few you should pay them well and buy them sixpacks. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older your bike gets, the more you’ll need the mechanic who worked on it when it was young and still not paid off.

Ride in New York City once, but leave before you get killed; ride in Northern California whenever possible, but leave a plausible excuse when calling in sick for work. Ride in the Ozarks and learn the trick of the curve. Ride the Blue Ridge Parkway and learn to be smooth. Ride through Deals Gap and live to tell others about it. Stop and watch others ride through Deals Gap and applaud when others do it well.

Do lurid wheelies.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, traffic will get worse, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young, gasoline was cheap, the highway patrol couldn’t catch you, and Harley owners weren’t all yuppies.

Respect your rev-limiter.

Don’t expect anyone else to see your bike unless it has really loud pipes.

Maybe your bike has a big gas tank, maybe a smaller one; but remember, either way you’ll have to make bathroom stops.

Stop and offer help to the stranded motorcyclist along the open road, for the next you come along could very well be yourself.

Don’t mess too much with your carburetors, or by the time your done, you’ll be walking home and your pipes will be blue.

Be careful whose advice you buy, and save your receipts. Don’t take advice from those who supply it for free, especially if they own a Britbike.

Motorcycle restoration is a form of self-torture. Doing it is a way of pulling the past from the dustbin, degreasing it, painting over the rusty parts and dumping way more money into it than it’s worth. Indian restoration is a truely refined ailment that is only cured by death or an unlimited bank account.

But trust me on the leather…

—Scott

[Nagaya]

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Buz Luhrmann - Sunscreen :yes:

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Buz Luhrmann - Sunscreen  :yes:

Obstaja tut tale druga varianta v obliki komada? Bi blo zanimivo slišat  :D

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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97

wear sunscreen

if I could offer you only one tip for the future,

Sunscreen would be it.

The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by

scientists

Whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable

than my own meandering experience

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;

Oh never mind; you will not

understand the power and beauty of your youth

Until they have faded.

But trust me,

In 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself

And recall in a way you can't grasp now

How much possibility lay before

you and how fabulous you really looked

You're not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future;

Or worry, but know that worrying

Is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing

bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that

never crossed your worried mind;

The kind that blindside you at 4pm

on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with

people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes

you're behind.

The race is long, and in the end, it's only with

yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive,

Forget the insults;

If you succeed in doing this,

Tell me how.

Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your

life

The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they

wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year

olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't,

Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't,

Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky

chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary

What ever you do,

Don’t congratulate yourself too much

Or berate yourself either

Your choices are half chance,

So is everybody else's.

Enjoy your body,

use it every way you can.

Don't be afraid of it, or what other people

think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever

own.

Dance

Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for

good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the

people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,

But for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and

lifestyle because the older you get,

The more you need the people you

knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once,

But leave before it makes you hard;

Live in Northern California once,

But leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths,

Prices will rise,

Politicians will philander,

You too will get old,

And when you do you'll fantasize

that when you were young

Prices were reasonable,

Politicians were noble

And children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.

Maybe you have a trust fund;

Maybe you have a wealthy spouse;

But you never know when either one

might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will

look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy,

But be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia,

Dispensing it is a way of

fishing the past from the disposal,

Wiping it off, painting over the

ugly parts and recycling it for more than

it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Buz Luhrmann's 'Sunscreen (Everybody's Free)'-

Popravljeno Julij 1, 2005. Popravil Špilferderber

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Live in New York City once,

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But trust me on the leather…

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Obstaja še boljša od Denisa Learyja : Drink beer.

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še malce (življenjskih) praktičnih nasvetov enga Jabučka..

This is the prepared text of the address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, who spoke at Commencement of Stanford University on June 12, 2005.

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 patents 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 cent 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, its 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 ¡V 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 retuned 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 is 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 your 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 its 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 other's 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.

[HHV]

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