Did it at least taste good?
Thirty years or so ago I lived in a Bronx neighborhood where there was a cheese store. The owner, a nice Christian gent already in his sixties, made his own farmer's cheese (essentially the same thing as cottage cheese but usually a bit drier). Delicious!
One day while I was in the store, I saw him handing a free sample of his culture to one of his customers. Since what he did with his property wasn't any of my business, I asked him with very great deference whether giving away his culture didn't cost him customers. Almost never, was what he said. "Cheese making is a tricky thing, and having a good starter doesn't guarantee that the cheese made with it will turn out well. Most people who ask for my starter end up failing at their own cheese making, but they are grateful to me for giving them the starter and so they keep coming back to the store."
That's what I call enlightened entrepreneurship!
That reminds me of an article I read that claimed Microsoft encourages piracy of its products. It is more business for them in the long run if pirates prefer their products to a competitors products.
I wouldn't be in the least surprised were this 100 percent true. It makes perfect sense.
Every computer maven in the world understands that the conflict between Gates's technology and Jobs's exactly parallels that between VHS and Beta in the VCR format wars of thirty years ago. Price and availability beat inherent quality both times. Gates long ago made a bet: that memory—a critical commodity in computing—would end up being dirt cheap; so he said to hell with efficiency and careful use of resources. He won his bet, of course.
I've been a big classical music fan, including opera, for my entire adult life. Really crazed opera fans sometimes spend small fortunes on pirate recordings of their favorite singers. Some of the record companies and some of the singers have spent
large fortunes locating and prosecuting pirates. Smart singers and smart record companies—those who use their eyes for more than vehicles for makeup, that is—long ago noticed, however, that these crazed fans invariably buy
all their favorites' commercial recordings, too. Pirate recordings in fact frequently introduce a potential crazy to a singer he or she then becomes crazed about. Result: everyone makes a buck—except for the folks who sell the food, shelter, and clothing that the crazed fans can't afford to buy.
Hey, we can't all be winners, can we?