Cory Bohon

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.“

Steve Jobs has been an inspiration to me throughout my lifetime. Without a doubt, I would not be a developer today if I hadn’t bought my first iPod or Mac. These products have not only changed my life, but have inspired me to create things, inspired me to dream, and (most importantly) have inspired me to peruse my college education in the field of Computer Science. However, none of this would have happened without the inspiration of a simple Apple product. A simple product that itself was perfectly inspired and created by Steve.

Here’s to Steve… a person whose legacy won’t soon be forgotten.

‘Twas the night before Macmas, when all through the house
Not a harddrive was whirring, not even a Mighty Mouse.
The iPods were placed on their docks with care,
In the hopes that St. Steve would soon be there.

The Apple fans were impatiently waiting all snug in their beds,
While visions of tablet-Macs danced in their little heads.

When up on the roof arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was a matter.
Away from Microsoft Windows I failed like Adobe Flash,
Tore open the Aperture and threw up the sash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Steve Jobs and eight tiny iDeer.

“Now Phil! now, Scott! now, Johnny and Tim!
On, Bertrand! On, Peter! On Mark and Ron!
Top the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now flick away, Flick away! Flick away all!”

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing, the pawing of each little iHoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Steve came with a bound.

He was dressed all in Snow Leopard fur, from his head to his Nike Plus foot,
And his turtleneck and blue jeans were all tarnished with soot.
A bundle of Apple goodies he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a salesperson, just opening his Apple bag.

He sprang to his iSleigh, to his executive team gave a whistle,
And away they all zoomed like the Mac Pro’s processor.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of iSight,
“Happy Macmas to all, and to all an Apple-night!”