I left Apple in April of 1984, pretty soon after the introduction of the Mac.
Even during my father's 1984 gubernatorial campaign, it was, 'Do you want to grow up and be governor one day?' 'No. I am four. '
I had e-mail in 1984! I had an e-mail address then, which means that all you could write to was Steve Jobs and Bill Gates. There were three of us, writing to each other.
Had Mittag-Leffler had his way, I should have to wait until the year 1984, which to me seemed too great a demand!
There were only two times in my life when I've actually felt down about things and gotten myself into a full mental mess. One of the times was in 1982. I had a horrible time for a few months and felt pretty desperate. Then again in 1984, for various reasons, not all of them within my control. Since then, I just wander in and out of black moods.
The perfect opening is the word imagine, because imagine allows you to communicate in the eyes and the vision of the listener rather than yours. And the best illustration of that is "1984. " Room 101 in "1984" - everyone's read it, and we all have our own imagination of what that looks like.
As far as Apple goes, it was a different company every few years from the time I joined in 1984.
Twitter's designed to reduce the language, directly out of 1984! It's Ingsoc!
For one year, I was Keith Mitchell Coogan on my headshots. The next year, I was just Keith Coogan. And I have gone by that ever since, maybe 1984 or 1985. That is my mothers maiden name, and it was out of reverence for my grandfather.
In 1984 nobody knew what cable was going to be. It was there, but you didn't know where it was going.
I know these are going to sound like school reading-list suggestions, but if you like dystopian fiction, you should check out some of the originals: Anthem, by Ayn Rand; 1984, by George Orwell; or Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley.
Perhaps no other year before or since 1984 has been awaited with such eager anticipation.
I used to wonder: Is Huxley right or is Orwell right? It turns out they're both right. First you get the new world state and endless diversions as you are disempowered. And then, as we are watching, credit dries up, and the cheap manufactured goods of the consumer society are no longer cheap. Then you get the iron fist of Oceania, of Orwell's 1984.
We were the best team in the world: European champions in 1984, we qualified without a hitch and 86 was to be the swan song for a very experienced side.
Well, my wife, Cathy Gillespie, worked for Joe Barton, who was running for Congress in 1984.
I organized this global series of races. The data from those races, along with the tremendous amount of lobbying and meetings with federations, convinced the IOC. We got the women's marathon in the Olympic Games in 1984. That was my dream.
I feel great. I had a triple bypass in 1976 and a quadruple bypass in 1984.
I had a similar year back in 1984 when I felt like I couldn't lose.
From the fall of October, 1980 to March, 1984 I never lost a competition.
The answer to 1984 is 1776.
