On Steve Jobs:
Mat Bors is a genius.
H/t JR at the Stellarparthenon BBS.

Peter Falk has died at age 83.
It is interesting how a man who spent most of his career playing gangsters is best known as a cop, Lieutenant Colombo.
The composer of the song You Light Up My Life has committed suicide after being accused of 11 counts of rape.
He was called the “Dean” of the Washington press corps, and I have only been aware of him since the late 1990s, so I cannot not comment on his career before then, but since then he was very much the voice of the sensibilities of “The Village” as Atrios calls it.
Needless to say, my sense of his oeuvre is not positive.
David Lynch, who is a veritable Forrest Gump of the American white supremacist movement, was shot dead outside of his home.
It has been said that there are some people who make a party better by leaving it.
Mr. Lynch made the world better by leaving it.
Her family was with her, including John.
I am serious. And don’t call me “Shirley.”
As I mentioned a month ago, we took her in for what looked like a bad tooth, and it turned out to be an aggressive malignant tumor.
She had stopped eating, is in pain, and is exhibiting difficulty moving, so we had to put her to sleep today.
In the pictures, you can notice the swelling on the side of her head, and the unequal pupils from the effect of the tumor on her right eye.
We buried her in the back yard, in the corner where the hill starts.
I found her in July of 1993.
I was driving from Orrville, OH, to Akron, and was sick and tired of the bottle of windshield washer fluid banging around in my trunk, so I pulled over to the side of the road, and grabbed the bottle, and popped the hood.
Under the hood, I saw something furry, and moving.
At first, I thought that it was a rat, but then I saw the ears and whiskers, so I picked her up, she fit in the palm of my hand, and she proceeded to puff herself up and hiss and spit in an attempt to intimidate me.
I took her home, and gave her a saucer of milk, and went and got some cat food.
The next day, I caught her brother, Tudza, who survives her, as they were crying to each other through the door.
She is older than my marriage, and she outlived the car under whose hood I found her so it was a good run, particularly since she survived a bout of hepatic lipidosis (fatty liver) 5½ years ago.
Both she and Tudza imprinted on me, so I guess that I am their “mommy”, though she was also my daughter Natalie’s cat.
Tudza is still alive and active, having never left his 1st kitten hood.
Quarterback and place kicker George Blanda has died at the age of 83.
He still holds a number of records, though he is best known for his longevity, 26 seasons (!) in pro football.
Israel Tal has died at age 85.
In addition to being the moving force to creating the Merkava after the British backed out of deal to sell them Chieftain tanks, he is also rated as one of the top 5 tank commanders in history, one of two Israelis on the list, according to the Patton Museum of Cavalry and Armor, along with Moshe Peled.
He was an old school journalist, though I best remember him for his curmudgeonly defense of the English language from those who would debase the tongue.
Mike Edwards of ELO died on September 3 when a 700 pound hay bale that came down a slope and crushed his van.
My first thought was that it sounded like the demise of a drummer for Spinal Tap.*
I’ve never been a big fan of the band, and obviously, Mr. Edwards has been out of the limelight for 35 years, since he left the ELO, and my condolences go to his friends and family.
That being said, what is it with rock and rollers and bizarre deaths?
On a note closer to home, obviously none of us can be certain when death might strike, whether it’s a heart attack, or a 50 stone hay bale.
It’s something to think about this (Jewish) New Year.
*Spinal tap drummers have
But I have to note it that Bobby Thompson has died, he was 86.
Who was Mr. Thompson? He (on edit)is the Hall of Fame outfielder who (/on edit) hit the shot heard round the world:
If you are an American, you should know this one even if you don’t know jack about Baseball.
I have to guess that Olbermann will comment on this tonight, after all, how can he not?
He died in a small plane crash in Alaska.
He was an SOB, and he reveled in it, though I think that he would argue that he was Alaska’s SOB.
My take on his career is that he was not a benefit to the United States, and at best mixed for Alaska, which he was largely responsible for making into a corrupt petro-state.
Additionally, I agree with Zachary Roth, that it is far too likely that we will see a full blown hagiography which ignores the fact that he was actually very corrupt, deriving significant personal benefit from his position, whether or not the government could have successfully retried him after he won a dismissal on prosecutorial misconduct.
He was a hell of a reporter, and I always envied the fact that he made Nixon’s enemies list.
Here is a remembrance.
There is a lot that I could say, but, on the theory that it’s classless to speak ill of the dead, let me just add the following:
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Why yes, I am a Boston Red Sox fan, why do you ask?
I have remarkably little to say.
He is from a generation of politicos who are 3 (perhaps 4) generations removed, and to the degree that he impinged on my consciousness, it appeared that most of his speeches were lamentations regarding an idealized past that probably never existed.
Then again, I am sure that I have a much more jaundiced view of Congress in general, and the Senate in particular than the distinguished gentleman from West Virginia.
In any case, my condolences to his family.
Keith Olbermann’s father died this afternoon.
My condolences to the family.