But see, it’s not that pretty face that sticks. Because when you see this face:
You don’t see a handsome bearded man. What you see is Brilliance. Beauty. Change.
Today, It was the pretty man who died of cancer; whom we will later on bury six feet underground. But Steve Jobs? Steve Jobs isn’t dead. I have nothing to write that has yet been written elsewhere, except that Steve Jobs, like Jesus (hell, like Elvis Presley) is alive. Yes, maybe his body is gone, but his ideas, all the beauty that he has created — all these things that make up perhaps 90% of his whole being — they live on.
And you could bet he’s got a way loooonger life to live than anyone of us.
Vida is a restless, universe-loving, forever-child with a very short attention span. She is mostly enthusiastic about travel, adventure, technology, fitness, and lately, life hacks. Most of her days are spent on tech partnerships in a telco, and most nights practicing capoeira (or yoga, or boxing, or trying some other unheard of art of movement). She likes experiments, little projects, and writes too, sometimes, at vidasioson.com. And if you're interested, sh... Hey, look, a flower!