Thursday, October 6, 2011

RIP Steve Jobs

Steve Jobs, co-founder/CEO of Apple Computers and founder/former CEO of Pixar Animation Studios, died yesterday after a long battle with pancreatic cancer. Whether or not you were a fan of his work or his business -- and for the record, I'm an unapologetic Mac snob who absolutely adores the work of Pixar -- the man was an innovator who will be sorely missed.

A lot of people have been sharing the following speech of his from 2005, and for good reason. These are words to live by, and the video is well worth watching to the end.



Here's a transcript:
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 parents 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¢ 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, it's 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 — 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 returned 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 — 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 you 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 it's 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 others' 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.

Monday, October 3, 2011

This is Halloween

Just a quick update today. Not much to report on. I'm slowly (slowwwly) getting over the awful cold that pretty much obliterated me last week. This weekend I finally started feeling well enough to venture back out into the world, and priority one was getting some Halloween decorations. Because Halloween is the best, and needs to be celebrated accordingly.

Here's Logan keeping watch:

This is Halloween


I'm still playing catchup on... pretty much everything, but I promise a more substantial update before too long.

Till then, Interfriends!

Friday, September 30, 2011

Checkup + Photos

I seem to be pulling out of this state of sickness at last. Over the day I've been feeling progressively better, so with luck I'll be in the clear by the weekend's... end. The last few days have been largely made up of taking care of Logan and slipping in and out of consciousness, but mid-afternoon today I started feeling alert again, with a little legitimate energy even, so I've been catching up on neglected housework and plugging away at a project for work.

I've been pretty cooped up this week, so I don't have much exciting to write about. Instead here are a few pictures. Hey why not.

Logan - The Sweet Life

Logan, being the most spoiled dog on the planet. Beyond adorable though, you have to admit.


Body of Work

Going through filed-away comics on the floor of my studio. I've done 67 as of this week.


Self

Self shot. Because narcissism.


All for now. Sometime soon I'm gonna write a bit about the comic series I'm digging these days. Sound good? (Come on, you know it does.)

And hey, for the sake of padding this out a bit more, here's a good song:

Thursday, September 29, 2011

A to Z

I'm trying to fight this nasty head cold off with lots of juice and tea and sleep and pills, and hopefully it's working. I'm going slightly stir-crazy, being confined to my apartment - and my bed specifically, for the most part - but it's what has to be done.

One of the things I can do in this state is type, so I stole a little questionnaire from my good friend Mel. (I can't think especially well right now, but fortunately this doesn't take too much brain-power.)

A. Age: 27.
B. Bed Size: Queen.
C. Chore you hate: Cleaning the bathroom. But I do it anyway.
D. Dogs: Love.
E. Essential start to your day: Let's be real here, it's coffee, first thing. I've been sick this week so I've been abstaining for my own health. I am not happy about it.
F. Favorite Color: Changes pretty often. Lately I'm drawn to vibrant, livelier colours, either blue or green specifically.
G. Gold or Silver: Silver.
H. Height: 6'1".
I. Instruments you play: I've learned (at least mostly) how to play guitar and violin. As to whether I'm any good anymore...
J. Job Title: Proctor / Office Clerk, I guess? I'm actually not entirely sure. Is that weird?
K. Kids: Undecided. I don't think having kids is something you should set out to do as a goal. It's something you should do if you know you want them, know you're ready and are in the right position to properly raise them. It's a huge responsibility that shouldn't be approached lightly or rushed into.
L. Live: Thunder Bay, Ontario.
M. Mother's Name: Tracey.
N. Nicknames: Bry is a nickname. My full name is Bryant, but I haven't gone by that in 12 years. Also: Brystars, B-ry, Runkle (my pal Dean Young says I'm "the Runkle to his Moody") and an old one is Sy (Sy Kotyk, geddit?)
O. Overnight hospital stays: I'd do it if I had to with no complaint, but I'd prefer not to.
P. Pet Peeves: People who are rude, impatient or overly judgmental. Dishonesty. Bad drivers.
Q. Quote from a Movie: "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
R. Right handed or Left handed: Very right-handed. Lefty is fine for daily routine stuff, but I couldn't draw or doing anything intensive with it to save my life.
S. Siblings: None.
T. Time to wake up: I naturally seem to wake up around 8:00. It used to be much later - I'm adapting to the "morning person" routine more every day.
U. Underwear: Colourful. I really hate boring underwear and socks. (Which is odd, since most people will never see them...)
V. Vegetables you hate: Olives. (I guess technically they're fruit, but I'm still counting them.)
W. What makes you run late: Checking multiple times to see if the stove is off or the door is locked. I have minor OCD like that.
X. X-rays you have: I've had x-rays taken of my left knee and my right hand. Don't recall if there were any others.
Y. Yummy food that you make: Apparently I make a pretty good omelette!
Z. Zoo animals: Kind of depressing.

That's all for now. Back to bedrest. I'm gonna end this with a picture of my sickbed caretaker and his new toy:

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Brysketch: Wonder Boy

Sorry about the lack of updates lately. I haven't had much to say for the most part, and when I did, I was either too busy or not feeling up to it. I'm actually pretty sick right now, but typing from bed is one of the things I can do in this state, so here we are.

It's been a really interesting month for the topic of gender in comics. Well, "interesting" is one word for it. "Frustrating" is another, but there's been a lot of thoughtful discussion on the topic that I think is really important to the industry.

So, the short version? This month, DC Comics launched "The New 52", a relaunch of their entire line of comics. This has generally meant a reboot of most of their series, each starting over with a new #1 issue. Once details emerged about the upcoming titles and their creative teams a few months ago, it was noticed that the writers and artists were overwhelmingly male, with incredibly few female creators attached to the new titles. It became a bit of a controversy.

Fast-forward to now. A few of the new DC comics have been released recently that have treated their female heroes as little more than male fantasy objects instead of well-rounded characters that could appeal to a wider audience. For more details, it's been well-covered by Comics Alliance EiC Laura Hudson here and here. If you have any interest in the topic, definitely check those articles out. I'd comment on the issue more myself, but she really covered everything I'd want to say anyway. (Though do yourself a favour and avoid the comment section. Trust me.)

So gender in superhero comics is a pretty hot-button topic right now, and for good reason. Not directly related to the controversies above, but Chris Arrant at Robot 6 asked today, "Where are the male versions of female heroes?"

But in this world of male heroes sharing their costume designs with women, I’ve always wondered why there isn’t much going the opposite way: heroes who base their costumes and names on heroines.

One of the key reasons is that by sheer number there are far more popular male superhero characters than female characters. By my unscientific estimation, the only female superheroes the general public could name would be Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Invisible Woman, Catwoman, Jean Grey and Storm. Compare that to the male heroes most people know, and you’ll get the picture. But even then, where are the male counterparts to those female heroes I mentioned?

This is a really good question. As someone who's read a lot of comics over the years -- though I'm currently down to only two superhero titles, neither of which published by DC -- I've wondered about this a lot myself and have always been bothered by it.

So then I drew this.




Okay, far from my strongest work - I pencilled, inked and (very quickly) coloured it in under an hour, all while sick. I don't much care for the pose, either, but you get the idea.

There have been other characters called "Wonder Boy" at various points (or so Wikipedia tells me), but none that have stuck around in any permanent capacity. Meanwhile, female versions of Superman, Batman, Spider-Man and others have become superhero staples with long-running histories. Seems a little uneven, doesn't it? I've always loved the idea of younger characters being inspired by their heroes and taking on their symbols. It's a very hopeful tradition. But why are Superman and Batman any more inspirational than Wonder Woman? And why wouldn't she inspire a young man to follow in her footsteps instead of strictly female sidekicks? I'd like to say the obvious response is "of course she would", but it's an unfortunately rare occurrence in the superhero world.

Maybe it's about time that changed.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Poll: Halloween Costume

Halloween is coming up quick, and anyone who knows me probably understands that it's my favourite holiday of the year. And like every year, this means I get super excited and have trouble settling on a costume. So naturally I'm asking the Internet for help. That's a totally normal thing to do, right?

Below I have the three costume ideas I'm considering at the moment, and right underneath that is a poll. Tell me which one you think I should choose. Or, if you don't like any of them, give me a suggestion in the comments.

Clearly all three will involve wigs. (There, I made that comment, now nobody else gets to.)



Pick my Halloween Costume!
Conan O'Brien
Scott Pilgrim
Philip J. Fry
Other (write in comments)
  
pollcode.com free polls 



This is important stuff, people! I thank you for your assistance.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Operation: Step Up My Game

Okay! Doing the "random topics" thing again. Let's roll.

First off, I just posted a new "Welcome to Hereafter" comic today, so check that out if you want to maybe!?

Next up, here's a quick/rough sketch from a few months back of the two then-Batmen (Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson):

(Not my finest work or anything, not by a long shot, but I think it captured their different personalities fairly well.)

As part of what I'm calling Operation: Step Up My Game, I recently bought a new suit. I haven't owned one that actually fit me for years, as apparently I lost a decent amount of weight in that time. I had a wedding to attend this weekend, so I went out shopping with my girlfriend and happened to luck out and find a pretty ridiculously good deal on a gray suit. I've wanted one for ages, and now I have one. So check me out, Mister Fancypants right here:

(I seriously wish I had more reasons to dress up in my regular life.)

Buying a suit can be a bit tricky for me. In fact, buying any clothes can be a bit tricky for me, but suits especially. My body type is a bit lanky, I suppose. I'm moderately tall and pretty thin - which is not something I'm complaining about. However, the issue I have is that many/most shirts and jackets either fit me well in the shoulders/chest but tend to swim on me in the mid-section, or fit well in the body but tend to be a bit tight up top. If I can find something in a slim fit (like the suit above) I tend to be okay. But something that fits "perfectly" is pretty rare. For example: the suit fits and looks great overall, but the sleeves are a bit shorter than they should be. But unless I want to break the bank on something custom, it's just something I have to deal with.

Stepping Up My Game also includes the following - Get serious about advertising/promoting "Welcome to Hereafter" (I've already started this, and am considering the next phase now), Buy a new table/chair set for the kitchen (check - I got a couple of cool red hydraulic barstools a little while ago, and now have a hydraulic table on order), Buy new/better kitchen stuff (I picked up new cutlery, place settings and napkins this week, for starters), Live better (IE, keeping a positive attitude, making a point to enjoy my life, and keeping on an exercise schedule - overall I'm doing well so far, but it's in progress).

"Buy a car" is somewhere on the list too, but I think the smarter thing to do right now is hold off until it becomes a necessity. I can easily walk to and from work and have been getting by just fine without a car for some time now. No reason to change this just yet.


Oh and hey! Community, the best damn comedy on television, returns this Thursday. Here is how I feel about that:


Thursday at 8:00 on NBC. Watch it or we can't be friends. (Okay, maybe we can, but I'll be mad at you.)