Archive for June, 2008

Bill Gates and me

June 27, 2008

As you probably know, Bill Gates is leaving the employment of Microsoft the company he founded in 1975.  Bill and I have had overlapping lives.  I actually started working on computers a few years before Bill (being 10 years older then Bill helped).  And while I am not Bill Gates I can imagine  what it must mean for him to leave the computer industry in which he was so much a part in shaping.  While most of you are thinking of Gates the Billionaire, Gates the Entrepreneur, Gates the competitive businessperson etc, right now I am thinking of the Gates the boy programmer.  A man that  knew what a bit really was. Who could not only hold the code for a program in his head but the entire memory of the computer (the was not much difference then). 

I first meet Bill Gates in 1981 when he visits Digital Computer (the then number two computer company) to meet with Ken Olsen, the CEO.  The meeting was set up by Barry Folsom who was responsible for the Rainbow one of Digitals three failed attempts to enter what became the PC market.  I was busy with my own failure, the Professional Series.  By that time, Bill had pretty much figure out the business strategy of Microsoft (I wont explain here).  A year later, I attended a speakers dinner at PC Forum (when Ben Rosen still ran it) with Bill, Steve Jobs, and many of the 20 something’s that would create the PC business ( I was 37 at the time and feeling pretty old).  That was when I first learned about Compaq and Lotus and began to understand myself how the computer industry would develop.

 Later in my role as Vice President Business Development at Intel, I would often attend meeting with Bill (quarterly executive meetings between Intel and Microsoft, other company meetings and industry events).  Bill was not one of my favorite people.  The company he built is not one of my favorite companies either. But the software they developed which at that time always needed more processor power did put my kids through school.   Later when Bill set up his foundation, I was a bit conflicted.  Now I had to admire someone I did not really like.

So Bill is now moving on or rather leaving something behind. But the foundation must be such a different experience for him for  he will never be in the position he was when he first started programming computers.

I know myself that I never knew such joy in my professional life as when I would late a night, program my first computer bit by bit.  I wonder as Bill get older, if he will miss those days more than his days at the helm of Microsoft and as the worlds richest man.

Priluki to San Francisco

June 11, 2008

My great grandmother’s family lived in a small town in the Ukraine called  Priluki for a very long time. I was able to trace my family back to about 1760 but they could have been there for hundreds of year before. My great great grandfather was a butcher. He was born in 1830. He died in 1890 when my great grandmother was 13 years old. Her mother had died in 1880 when my great grandmother was just three. Soon after, her sister Rosa left for San Francisco where her older half sister lived. A second sister also immigrated to San Francisco. My great grandmother, Basya followed in 1897. She married in 1898 and had the first of her three children in 1899. I knew Basya well. She lived to be almost a 100 years old and even held my son on her lap. She would tell me stories of Priluki including descriptions of the family’s home, the river she swam in and most importantly about her older brother Aron-Movsha Borodinsky. She always said that I reminded her of him. He was an actor in the local Yiddish Theatre. He also took over the family butcher business. Aron-Movsha for reasons I do not know decided to stay in Priluki. A few days ago, I saw the face of Aron-Movsha for the first time when his granddaughter visited me at my home in San Francisco. She is living in the bay area now. As I wrote earlier the great grandson of Aron-Movsha found me from Israel via the internet. So after a 111 years, the decedents of Basya (my sister and a cousin where here as well) meet the descendent of her brother Aron-Movsha. I learned about what happened to my family in Priluki. How they continued to live in the home where Basya was born. About the children of Aron-Movsha and their children. About how they continued to communicate with the family in San Francisco until the Communist Authorities told them in 1938 that they could no longer answer the mail from San Francisco. About how they fled from the Nazis to Kazakhstan where Aron-Movsha died. About how his daughter Miriam return to Priluki after the war and had a child, the woman that visited my home. I learned about how she with her children left Priluki in 1991 and went to live for a short time in Israel before going to Canada. Eventually she got a green card and moved to the New York. After living there for a long time she decided to move to the bay area even though she knew no one. I wonder if at some level she knew she would find her family. And then her son, who lives in Israel and is currently not allowed to live in the USA found me. And there we were. There we are a family reunited after 111 years.

Here is the photo of Aron-Movsha Borodinsky.  His granddaughter made it to San Francisco and now he has made it to the Internet.


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