Steve Jobs last words, according to his sister.
What I found interesting was this:
A middle-class boy from Los Altos, he fell in love with a middle-class girl from New Jersey. It was important to both of them to raise Lisa, Reed, Erin and Eve as grounded, normal children. Their house didn’t intimidate with art or polish; in fact, for many of the first years I knew Steve and Lo together, dinner was served on the grass, and sometimes consisted of just one vegetable. Lots of that one vegetable. But one. Broccoli. In season. Simply prepared. With the just the right, recently snipped, herb.
That is not a healthy diet. Broccoli is good for you but not just broccoli. He probably could have lived a lot longer if he’d understood nutrition better.
Doesn’t the “But onne.” mean except jn that paragraph?
If you read the Isaacson biography, that’s pretty clear. He had been on a cycle of odd diets and fasts ever since he was a teenager, and during his last year was barely eating at all. It seems clear that his diet issues contributed significantly to his problems.
Jeff,
That’s particularly true with regards to his protein intake. When the doctors removed the original tumor, they warned him about needing to get protein from a number of different sources, but Jobs pretty much continued his usual dietary habits. As you suggest, that did not help his recovery at all.
George W. Bush was right about Al Qaeda, and he was right about broccoli. It’s a mutant cabbage the Roman’s came up with when they weren’t nailing people to crosses or staging fights to the death.
IIRC, it was his father (41) who hated broccoli. I don’t recall W ever saying anything about it one way or the other.
He was a hipster before it even had a name.
More onions. But thanks, Rand.
From page 157 of “Rational Readings on Environmental Concerns”.
And from page 234 of “Environmental Chemistry”.
Jobs’ all-broccoli diet was somewhere between swilling Agent Orange, smoking Lucky Strikes, and drinking hemlock tea. It’s an evil vegetable. Bush knew it. I knew it. Even little babies naturally know it.
But beyond the measurable health and chemical effects of broccoli, there’s the psychological effects. If Barbara Bush hadn’t forced little GW to eat broccoli as a child, he’d have turned out more revered than Mother Theresa, Florence Nightingale, Mahatma Gandhi, and Nelson Mandela combined. Brocolli twists people. It turned a grinning Major League baseball team owner into someone who would launch wars of aggression and plunder (work with me here, I’m on a roll), setup secret tribunals, and run torture camps like Abu Gahraib. It turned the founder of happy little Apple computer company into a monster who ran hell-spawned Asian sweatshops and ranted about dropping Bill Gates in a vat of acid.
Its effects on our society are surely wore than tobacco, John Barleycorn (outlawed by the 18th Amendment), marijuana, opium, cocaine, and female enfranchisement (granted by the 19th Amendment, which was passed while we were out of booze), and it’s time this nation made broccoli as welcome on our dinner plates as it is at a Superbowl party.
Was Dr. Julias Hibbert part of that study?
Simpsons Treehouse of Terror XI:
Dr. Hibbert: (Pulling broccoli from Homer’s corpse) Another broccoli-related death.
Marge: But I thought broccoli was…
Dr. Hibbert: Oh yes. One of the deadliest plants on earth. It tries to warn you itself with its terrible taste.
Only Brocollis ? That is od.
I like broccoli. I eat broccoli. All plants have “toxins” but humans are omnivores. We’re meant to eat just about anything that can be chewed or swallowed.
I mean, if you don’t like broccoli don’t eat it. Just don’t eat one thing over and over. That’s what’s unhealthy.
I’m standing with Andrea, I like broccoli. Especially with some garlic, pan fried in good olive oil and mixed with al dente spaghetti.
I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I had a big health scare myself last week, or that I’m running a fever from one of the grandkids giving me a cold / sore throat for my birthday this past Saturday, or that she really is a good writer, but I realized toward the end of that, that I had tears streaming down my face.
Rock on Steve, rock on.
Unless the Jobses cooked the hell out of their all-broccoli diet, the other kids in the neighborhood must have called their place “the farty house.”
Too soon?
Gifted people sure do strange things when it comes to food. I think of Howard Hughes’ OCD or Thomas Edison who dabbled in odd fad diets.