In rememberance In admiration.

[This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005]

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, its 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 its 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.

This speech is among the few that inspires me like literally!So here I am sharing it for I know this can move many hearts. (:

The 50 mosquitoes

Long gone are the days when kids got out and embraced the sun for some real ground action.Like I used to do.Staying within walls isn't the same;more because it fails to create impactful memories.Among the many that I created during my hopscotch days one such is about "The 50 mosquitoes".

We sat on our chairs-I,Rutaba,in my vividly colorful frock with puffed shoulders and matching shoes along it and my brother, Al, on the side chair in a red jersey numbered 50 along with a pair of khaki shorts and properly laced shoes sat gazing upon the table unemployed making imaginary shapes on the table.The properly attired us was all credit to our mother.That time around T.V wasn't our best-friend and computers were an alienated term.At the maximum we used to spend an hour or so watching cartoons but most of the time we preferred doing ground breaking,object trashing and stuff that made our mother "suggest" out door was best suited for us.It was a weekday around noon and with the sun being at it's peek outside wasn't a good option and inside was killing us ........well...inside.

"I am bored" my world-weary brother proclaimed.As if I could not have been more with him on this.

"So Am I,wanna play?"with a voice with no substance to it I asked.
"Sure,but what?"
"I don't kno-oo " tuning my "oo's" in the last.
"Then think! think!" It looked as if the heat was getting to his head.
"Wanna chocolate?"I asked
"Fineeeeshed"He tried to imitate my tuning and looked rather frustrated while.
"How about dollies!? We could play with them"
"Dollies are for babies and especially girls and i am NOT.A.GIRL."He was like any boy of his age trying to settle in every other persons mind that he is a grown "man".

After a few minutes and many bizarre sighs we were still hopeless and still sitting on our chairs.Every thing tended to have slowed down;the fan;the clock on the wall,the sound the fridge was making like a pigeon dying and we ourselves seemed to have slowed down.

Yawning with my mouth wide open I heard a little buzz near my ear,so annoying was it that I had to shut instantaneously my as bored as me yawn and waved my hand by my ear while tilting my head making sure I had done a good job of getting rid of it.Definitely it had to be a mosquito.They have distinctive irritating ability anyone who has had experience with them would know.It went away for a while but then the sound came back.I again repeated my gesture and peace it was for a few more seconds.Third time around I wasn't that patient.Shook my head crazy,flapping my hands in air and kicking the table with both my feet i screamed

"Get offffff meeeee".

Off it flew for then.Al who was already noticing my crazy mosquito dance by then raised his eye brow just to ask me"What's bothering?A little insect?" looking to me as if i was a child whining about a petty thing.To only think i was actually.

"Yes!"with a scrunched nose "and its very annoying" I folded arms.He sighed again and nodded and looked down at his shirt.He kept looking his lost look started to gain a meaning.He pouted and blinked his eyes as if he was planning something and in the middle he got disturbed when the mosquito had returned to seek revenge on me for my terrible attitude towards it.I closed both my ears with my hand to avoid that annoying buzz.Fun fact?What's worse then a mosquito's bite?ITS BUZZING RIGHT AROUND YOUR EAR.Al looked up"I got it!"

I wasn't paying attention to him but he took one hand off my ear and it appeared as if due to my brothers movement the mosquito had surrendered for the time being.

"Phew"A relief for me it was.
"You know about the..the...that..thing?That green thingy that aunt got form the shop to kill mosquitoes?"My un-assured brother said.
"What? that spatula thing? That you whissh wooshh to splat them and bing baaam kill em?"I replied with unnecessary sound effects.
"YES!Let's get it."raising both his eyebrows assuring the indication of "upto no good"

He ran downstairs to our aunt's floor.We were a joint family then and accessing the weapon wasn't a problem.

With age comes experience and that was quite right when my brother could hop his way down the stairs yet I had to be careful stopping at each step making sure my lack of "stairs-updown" caused me any unwanted and painful experience.And so I was at that time always two steps behind my brother.

"What are you going to do with it?..Kill mosquitoes?"I asked not laughing for I knew he was capable of unthinkable.
"No captain planet I am going to trash that think so that the entire mosquito creation can serve me for a life time"Trying to be smart he remarked.
"Seriously,what and where would you fine them and just why would you do that?"I inquired roughly.
"Got a better idea?"He was quick in questioning.

We soon got our hands on to our weapon of mass mosquito destruction.
"I guess killing a few would do"I jerked my shoulders
Smiling my brother pointed out on his shirt"Not a few....but a good 50 my dear half century as they say in cricket "
Couldn't have ever thought that a numbered shirt could make him lead to this satanic for the mosquitoes plan.We ran to get out of our aunts floor to search for some of the blood suckers in the backyard.Brother always knew his character and had the sense of blending in with it.That day he was a killer,a secret mosquito serial killer.If one can imagine Pink Panther on hunt for murderer suspects I would advice them to think the actions of my brother were no different at that point.

He bended his back,
Squinted his eyes to look left and right,
He watched his step as if they could hear his breathe,
He smiled wickedly and held onto the weapon as a dear dear friend.
Oh boy,were the mosquitoes in trouble,
For my brother I saw turned into a vicious killer,
(Vicious killer abstracted by the original "The 50 mosquitoes" written by amateur mosquito sympathizer Rutaba)

I tried to cope up with him thinking he would give up eventually"Well ..uhmm..."
"Shhhsss"He said
I stood still.
"I got!"exclaimed he in utter delight.
"Where ..where..oh..where?"I walked towards him to see.
"Look there.....can you see it?"
"Yeah i can"making faces"It doesn't look good and it's yukhy..."
"Look there another flying..let it settle."
"okay"Hoping he would sooner or later get bored.

But the killings weren't stopping,He would run up and down the stairs,on the terrace,even to our bathrooms to hunt them down and I would back him up but at times two steps back due to all the up and down.

"AND THAT IS MY 32ND!"with joy in his tone.
"Alright now we are done...can you just leave it......"I said for something within me didn't feel right.
"Why?"asked my brother
"cause you have killed so many ...i think its enough...i don't think its right..what if someone finds out?"I spoke like the scared second party that was aiding the murderer.
"They'd probably thank you know they can cause us malalia and fever and bite us everynight in our sleep...we should get honored for this I am only stopping if I hit 50"
I sighed.
He continued"Do you think...well I think this could be a world record!...imagine...50 mosquitoes killed by Al...I'd be in books remembered..If only i can find my 33rd and get on with it.."
"I assure you ..I think you have killed every mosquito in this home's perimeter...the others would have scared off..."inhaling some oxygen I paused "You should stop...they are all won't get to 50"
He was least interested in me demotivating his way out of it.

"I bet there are few near the trash can"He smirked.
"Eww..." I was a girl not a boy and dirty places and junk were not my favorite.
He ran and I ran after him like his assistant.What was unusual,now that I think is the way I wouldn't leave him alone even with all the disagreement.I hopped with him,didn't rather celebrate along but stood there.

"That's 40 baby sister!"excitement could be felt by his voice.
"Ok stop ..stop killing these poor things..what have they done to you"I spoke on behalf of the dead mosquito.I felt different for them.
"Why getting emotional?...and i wont stop "
"Just give me that thing" i said while trying to snatch it from him.But he was too busy noticing his 41st target.

"We have ourself a target!"He snatched away which was easy done and walked towards slowly.

That was my attempt to save a life.I succeeded but this did not made my brother happy.
"What ever you do..i am not stopping"

Usually I would expect a run for my life after interfering into his work but there is something about boys nature that when they get into action..they just love it too much to bother about tacky things.It's in them.

That day what we achieved isn't clear to me.But what I did learn was that companionship is cherish-able.I learned how my brother and I were bonded.So close that even with completely different opinions and heads we stuck together.Siblings as we are,we are crazy.It wasn't like I stopped taking to him but I got more the reason TO talk to him.I mocked him and he stayed ubber cool with his annoying statements smacking right at me.I realize now that time spent together was equal to memories gained and lessons leart.With every disagreement also there is bonding and togetherness,a commonality.

"And that's my 50!...we should make a dead mosquito cemetery"He tried to be funny.
I sat on the stairs with hand on my chin disappointed that I wasn't able to stop him "I can't see any mosquito around did quite the job" I stood up walking up to our house.
"Well yeah..I am that good "said my ingenious brother.

No matter how small the subject to our memories.We create them and learn from them.Those dead 50 mosquitoes mean nothing and there being dead may not have impacted the rate of malaria or fever that humans suffer from but those 50 mosquito gained me an opportunity to spend time with someone I still to date look upto and as I rewind time these baseless from the outside but weird and deep memories are what makes me hopeful.And make me think how time if spend,even uselessly spend with someone,someone with meaning to you;You can create a meaningful story out of it.Just one more story our the many that make your life.
After the entire massacre ended my brother ran upto me as I was walking up home and grabbed my hand to help me pick up to his pace.."So you think....I can score a century?A 100?What say A 100 mosquitoes!!!"

My little prankster's journal.

6:00 Am And that is my mother's cue. She shouts out our names in the still dark environment. No sun, no birds and no sound. Until 15 minutes later you could hear the birds and eventually there is light as the sun rises and we find our selves still attached to our beds refusing to give ear to her.

Hardly 20 minutes left for the car to arrive and we haven't even brushed our teeth. Rush rises as one by one we shake each other off bed and line up in front of the bathroom. One manages to iron the uniform while I prepare breakfast, and next to the last of us would run around KT to get her ready;she being the last. We all would end up trying to get KT ready; While one manages her socks;the next manages her uniform and the third would make her finish her breakfast and in this rush the rest of us would be left with little or no time for ourselves.

That's how we sisters used to go to school together.Those were the truly memorable days.With our bag packs filled to such an extent that books looked suffocated and appeared as if they would pop out any second.With braided hairs,except for the youngest one of us,with shiny dead-straight hairs she had "just enough" hairs to make a pony tail.Her beautiful long lashes round those black rather squinted eyes.Her pink cheeks embraced by the dimples and her flat lips along with her pear-shaped nose. She was indeed a head turner but little did people know what they were getting them selves into when they poked her.You are not to judge a book by it's cover, no matter how small or huge the book is.

Her white uniform frock with blue striped laces on her sleeves and collar would fall perfectly till her knees.White socks and black shoes.

And with that our day starts and we part our way to respective sections.

1:30PM School ends.

We sisters unite at the school door and then walked to our car.Except,It wasn't always that easy.KT had her "contact-web" spread from the gate keeper/gardener to the head in-charges of every section.Since her classes ended an hour before us she had plenty of time to achieve this.So in order to find her we were to ask the bus drivers or the gate keeper or even teachers as they walk past us.Every day had the same ending in "The hunt for KT".

Some time around when I was in 9th standard,I remember the day when we had found her and were planning to leave school.She with her usual hopping around like a bunny explained her day to me and I pretended to listen.

Getting used to notes coming from her teachers I had a habit of checking her bag-pack daily on our half hour journey to home.There was nothing.I breathed a sigh of relief.Astonishingly enough KT had not responded to my action neither a taunt nor a smirk.She was playing with something that had no toy like appearance.

"What is that in your hand?" I asked.

"Nothing.A classmate had her birthday.This was her treat" She smiled.

I got quite for a moment.Trying to figure out what exactly was that in her hand.Something small,white with few buttons while the rest of it was hidden cause of the angle she was sitting at.It took me a moment to finally clear out the blurs and drop to a conclusion;If it were to be a toy it would have had a rather bright and attractive appearance rather it was dull and looked nothing of that sort.It had a key like structure attached to it which got revealed later and it added on to my doubts.What toy would have a key-like pattern and a box with button and that too this boring?

"KT can i see that?" starting politely.

"No" with equal calmness came her reply.

"Won't you share it with your sister?" I tried to melt her.But it was of no use and out came the same reply as before.

Finally I took the liberty of "commanding" from her that gift " KT give it me!?".

"Why?" She was clearly not in the mood to hand it over.

So I prepared my self for a battle "You put it in my hand now or else i WILL have to take it from you myself".

Though not much needed to be done and that is 'cause before i could jump into action she threw it off out of the moving cars window.

My eyes widened.With shock i gasped.While she sat as if nothing had happened.The always annoyed driver was not going to stop for some toy and my brain was tackling too many things to make a decision then.So i waited till we reached home.

Finally home.Tired and exhausted.

"Mother;I think i saw a car key in Kt's hand today"After much thought that was all i could sketch that so called toy into " was a key to some automatic car i guess...had buttons and all...she told me it was a toy but it did not look to me as a toy car key.." with much confusion i was pouring out what i had known.

"Are u sure?" My mother wanted to double-check.She immediately called the school hoping she would just be able to catch section in charge by then and she did.Her not talking to KT directly was not something i could decode.Did she expect the same lie she gave me?But of course I had no grounds,she could have escaped easily.

My mother knew the section in-charge well.Ms.Zubaida had replied positively to a car key missing and that too of a teacher in her section.

My mother hung up after a good solid 15 minutes conversation.And called KT.Gave her quite a lecture.She promised not to do anything of that sort.

After which she was told to go take a shower.

When I asked if her section would detain her or punish her? She laughed out loud.
If i had not been shocked enough mother's laughing almost looked insane!.

"Why are you laughing ma?" i asked trying not to look awkward.

"When i described to Ms.Zubaida the entire scene and the "toy" you were talking about.She DID say it was of a teacher..."

"then what is so funny!? She shouldn't have done that!.."interrupting my mother.

"Shhhushh..listen first" That is my mother politely telling me to shut up " and then she laughed!."

Astounded as i asked "Ms.Zubaida?!"

"Yes,she said;'Little KT did well done!,Everyone hated that teacher whose car key who God knows how your kid took.She is not only annoying to the kids her but the entire staff here.I've never gotten so many complains against a teacher.She shouts and complains about every single thing... without fail!"My mother pausing momentarily;
"Let's just say she has been over our heads for quite some time.It was sucha joy to see her quite and very nervously trying to find her car keys while others were clearly trying to mask there joy and I as well'".

I had only two words running in my head " WHAT LUCK!WHAT LUCK!WHAT LUCK!"

My mother was astonished and it was almost as if she read my mind"What luck she has.She says she won't tell anybody about the incident and to top that she tried to convince me not to be so harsh on KT and think of it as mother nature's style of pay back"

"hehe" Came out of me a courtesy laugh.

Mother told me she couldn't properly absorb THIS ..when Ms.Zaubaida started off telling more tales of KT.Telling her how KT sings "Laaal dupatta ur gaya tere hawa ke jhaunke shayyy" [My red dupatta flew away because of your gust of wind]while sliding across the hallways and actually "acting" down right in front of her office.

My mother then excused,I guess she could not take it anymore and there's when I came to know what took my mother this long on the phone.

I shook my head.As we realized she was standing by the door and hadn't gone to shower.

We laughed knowingly there was no cure to this little prankster.

Heads up.


Need  an  intro? I'm Rutaba and you are?. . . . . . . very well :) welcome and thank you for dropping by.

Question : Whats the story of the blog title "PULSE"?
Answer : No matter how much i am tempted to give a deep philosophical reason, the only reason this blog is named "PULSE" is because my mother suggested it saying that : "Pulse is the very first symptom and sign of indicates you are alive and that it gives hope" . Needless to say , I liked it. And now this baby blog is thus known as Pulse.
Everyone meet baby Pulse.
She says Hi :)

Question : What can you expect here ?
Answer : Almost anything.The horizon of my interests span is huge and so i like to discuss about anything my curious mind jumps off too. Since talking (too much that is) eats out a lot of brains i decided on to put out my thoughts in to words and VOILA! here it is . A blog . The perfect place to let my ideas out so that people (prior to the listening) can read them.

Question : Who contributes to this blog?
Answer : I should inform from this very moment that i will be taking in help . Any input other then from me would be given its recognition. I don't mind others help indeed I'd love some help here . So feel free to ride with "the Camp".

Rules and regulation are simple:
     . Read ;
     . Keep your tongues cleans ;
     . Don't copy ;
     . Try and keep a healthy debatable environment ; feel free to criticize;
     . Learn if you can ;
     . And smile :) .

Till the next update, that's all.