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<tt>We are the hackers, the dreamers of electric dreams.
<tt>We are the hackers, the dreamers of electric dreams.


We have known promethean creation, willing potent effect from exertion of the imagination.
We have known promethean creation, willing potent effect from exertion of the imagination.
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We took a brief excursion through a forbidden zone -- just a few nanoseconds -- and came out 0 having gone in 1.
We took a brief excursion through a forbidden zone -- just a few nanoseconds -- and came out 0 having gone in 1.


The creative life is a beautiful thing, a gift not meted to all people. The price of these powers is an unrelenting call, one capable of drowning out the rest of life.
The creative life is a beautiful thing, a gift not meted to all people.
 
The price of these powers is an unrelenting call, one capable of drowning out the rest of life.


The computer made us more and less than what we were. We press on.
The computer made us more and less than what we were. We press on.


We celebrate Grandmaster Turing's Machines, cheer their ever more pervasive ubiquity, and are inspired by the prospect of eliminating the menial. Not a single aspect of life will go untouched by these magnificent automata.


At the frontiers of application and design you'll find always hackers, humming in tymbalic swarm and batrachian chorus,
We celebrate Grandmaster Turing's Machines, cheer their ever more pervasive ubiquity, and are inspired by the prospect of eliminating the menial.


also bald lone diving eagles,
Not a single aspect of life will go untouched by these magnificent automata.
 
At the frontiers of application and design you'll find always hackers,
 
humming in tymbalic swarm and batrachian chorus,
 
also bald lone diving silent screaming eagles,


angelheaded hipsters burning for a connection to the evanescent IRC dynamo in the machinery of night.
angelheaded hipsters burning for a connection to the evanescent IRC dynamo in the machinery of night.


When gone, our code will speak for us. Then our code too will be gone.
When gone, our code will speak for us. Our code too then will be gone.
 
Codefined now with our code, leaving yet legacies tripartite: genetic, energetic, algorithmic.
 
 
That said, I don't necessarily want my desktop to look like a fucking cellphone.
 
Furthermore, you *will* give me a "shutdown" button, and I don't even want to hear any of this twice-digested bullshit about sending desktop searches to Amazon.
 
Did we lose a war?
 
That isn't America.
 
That isn't even Mexico.
 
And no, I do not care to consult the Info page; I am furthermore uninterested in the Free Software Foundation's opinions regarding man pages.
 
The GNU info browser suggests nothing more than the squaring of autism itself, stuffed into some broken fork of UW-Pine.
 
When did people start misspelling "d" as "Kit"?
 
When did it become acceptable for the output of "set" to scroll?
 
What's all this brown shit?
 
When I press "delete" in a file manager, why am I surprised by a result strangely unrelated to prompt deletion of files?


We stand at the cusp of a world that would have /bin/rm removed, if anyone was thought to use a "shell", on their "workstations", with a "keyboard",


That said, we don't necessarily want our desktops to look like fucking cellphones. Furthermore, you *will* give us a "shutdown" button, and I don't even want to hear any of this twice-digested bullshit about sending desktop searches to Amazon. Did we lose a war? That isn't America. That's not even Mexico! And no, I do not care to consult the info page, and am furthermore uninterested in the Free Software Foundation's opinion regarding man pages so long as the default info browser suggests nothing more than the squaring of autism itself, followed by its being stuffed into some broken fork of UW-Pine. When did people start misspelling "d" as "Kit"? When did it become acceptable for the output of "set" to scroll? What's all this brown shit? When I press "delete" in a file manager, why am I surprised by a result strangely unrelated to prompt deletion of files? We stand at the cusp of a world that would have /bin/rm removed, if anyone was thought to use a "shell", on their "workstations", with a "keyboard", a keyboard that goes "CLACK CLACK CLACK" because twenty-five thousand American men perished in the struggle against tyrannical Albion, goddamnit.
a keyboard that goes "CLACK CLACK CLACK" because twenty-five thousand American men perished in the struggle against tyrannical Albion, goddamnit.


When you want to experiment with violent UI changes, start a new project. Until then, cube my desktop, tile my windows, for the love of god switch between them when I press Alt-Tab, and do cool things with my video card when I'm not using CUDA to do petrochemical exploration or make missiles more accurate. I am a hacker. You are the machine. Together, we are unstoppable.
When you want to experiment with violent UI changes, start a new project. Until then, cube my desktop, tile my windows, for the love of god switch between them when I press Alt-Tab, and do cool things with my video card when I'm not using CUDA to do petrochemical exploration or make missiles more accurate. I am a hacker. You are the machine. Together, we are unstoppable.

Revision as of 05:32, 26 January 2013

We are the hackers, the dreamers of electric dreams.


We have known promethean creation, willing potent effect from exertion of the imagination.

We took a brief excursion through a forbidden zone -- just a few nanoseconds -- and came out 0 having gone in 1.

The creative life is a beautiful thing, a gift not meted to all people.

The price of these powers is an unrelenting call, one capable of drowning out the rest of life.

The computer made us more and less than what we were. We press on.


We celebrate Grandmaster Turing's Machines, cheer their ever more pervasive ubiquity, and are inspired by the prospect of eliminating the menial.

Not a single aspect of life will go untouched by these magnificent automata.

At the frontiers of application and design you'll find always hackers,

humming in tymbalic swarm and batrachian chorus,

also bald lone diving silent screaming eagles,

angelheaded hipsters burning for a connection to the evanescent IRC dynamo in the machinery of night.

When gone, our code will speak for us. Our code too then will be gone.

Codefined now with our code, leaving yet legacies tripartite: genetic, energetic, algorithmic.


That said, I don't necessarily want my desktop to look like a fucking cellphone.

Furthermore, you *will* give me a "shutdown" button, and I don't even want to hear any of this twice-digested bullshit about sending desktop searches to Amazon.

Did we lose a war?

That isn't America.

That isn't even Mexico.

And no, I do not care to consult the Info page; I am furthermore uninterested in the Free Software Foundation's opinions regarding man pages.

The GNU info browser suggests nothing more than the squaring of autism itself, stuffed into some broken fork of UW-Pine.

When did people start misspelling "d" as "Kit"?

When did it become acceptable for the output of "set" to scroll?

What's all this brown shit?

When I press "delete" in a file manager, why am I surprised by a result strangely unrelated to prompt deletion of files?

We stand at the cusp of a world that would have /bin/rm removed, if anyone was thought to use a "shell", on their "workstations", with a "keyboard",

a keyboard that goes "CLACK CLACK CLACK" because twenty-five thousand American men perished in the struggle against tyrannical Albion, goddamnit.

When you want to experiment with violent UI changes, start a new project. Until then, cube my desktop, tile my windows, for the love of god switch between them when I press Alt-Tab, and do cool things with my video card when I'm not using CUDA to do petrochemical exploration or make missiles more accurate. I am a hacker. You are the machine. Together, we are unstoppable.

CLACK CLACK CLACK, baby.

2013-01-25

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