August 20, 2007
I blurted out: “I want to work for you, with no pay, for one year.” When I got back to Seattle, I sold my condo, gave away most of my things, and moved into Wil’s basement. It is with more than just a bit of amazement that I look at the pictures of me, Wil, and Lucas, standing on the stage at WWDC two years later, holding our design award. The road from that stage leading all the way back to my dad’s Sinclair 2000 had been long and perilous, but fate would not be denied. I was born a programmer. The rest is just implementation detail.