The words like rivers
tumble tumble
tumble off my fingers
keys clicking
cursor dancing
screen burns my eyes
as I search for the universe
in a microcosmic text box
Scroll bar to heaven
in a Qabalistic interface
Looking upwards I see
the angelic spirits of information
battling with the daemon programs
which take up too much memory
and rend and race through 2.4 gHz
wireless netivot, and the human race
weeps for Rachel’s disconnected terminals…
to be continued…
Homemade Cliche
Communicative, critical thinking, and motivational skills do not a leader make, but if he does not have them, the world, his back shall break.
Belated B-Day to me…
Happy belated Birthday to me! I am now officially 24, and if anyone ever actually looked at this site, they might give a rat’s ass… hehe… I find it amusing that I have a virtually anonymous diary that is posted for everyone to browse if they knew where to look. But they probably have other sites to browse, other places to be, other things to do, than read my insane ramblings and nonsensical paradoxes. A book of letters, written backwards, A hobbit’s journal, and the Fionavar trilogy… the books I got and bought for myself.
The Mentor
In a day and age when the origins of hacking have been forgotten in a morass of negative publicity and portrayals of hackers as stupid cyber-vandals, this can’t be printed enough times. Just remember, folks, it wasn’t always like that.
Another one got caught today, it’s all over the papers. “Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal”, “Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering”… Damn kids. They’re all alike. But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950′s technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world… Mine is a world that begins with school… I’m smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me… Damn underachiever. They’re all alike. I’m in junior high or high school. I’ve listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. “No, Ms. Smith, I didn’t show my work. I did it in my head…” Damn kid. Probably copied it. They’re all alike. I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it’s because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn’t like me… Or feels threatened by me… Or thinks I’m a smart ass… Or doesn’t like teaching and shouldn’t be here… Damn kid. All he does is play games. They’re all alike. And then it happened… a door opened to a world… rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict’s veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought… a board is found. “This is it… this is where I belong…” I know everyone here… even if I’ve never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again… I know you all… Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They’re all alike… You bet your ass we’re all alike… we’ve been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak… the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We’ve been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert. This is our world now… the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn’t run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore… and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge… and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias… and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, yet we’re the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can’t stop us all… after all, we’re all alike.
—Mentors Hacker Manifesto
FUN
Blogging from class now… hehe… Cost/Benefit Analysis portion of Systems Analysis & Design… FUN FUN FUN
Bouncing ball…
Hola, que tal, and as many other greetings as I can think of in other languages… hehe… Waiting for Mr. Edwards to start class… ladeeda… Trying to think of a cool team name that will make the group sound professional and kind of give us a group morale of sorts. Ah, an easy night… he’s helping everybody install the environment, which I already installed from the copy that Vince gave me. I wonder if Vince took the same Systems Analysis & Design class that I’m taking now. God, that’s wierd when the instructor uses one of those laser pointer thingies. I feel like I did when I was a little kid and they played those videos where you are supposed to follow the bouncing ball… Learn to program by following the bouncing laser… hehe…
Back to School
Going back to school right now… Doing a bit of programming and a bit of Systems Analysis. Fun stuff, y’know. I guess I feel lucky to have these kinds of opportunities after having made such a mess of my life up until now. But, actually making a blog entry from school is kinda neat. So I type away about nothing in particular. I have a new/old truck now, too. New to me, old as sin, hehe. It drives, though and that is all I care about. Point A to Point B, y’know. So I drive around in the morning wishing there was some decent radio station that played music, instead of airing those blabbermouth talk radio guys. Some of it is funny, but when you are in need of a good tune, how can they attempt to substitute the comedy of a couple ugly dudes for the sublime serenity that music provides. Ah well, ranting about it serves no purpose other than to ventilate my frustration. By the time I’m out of class most of the talkers will be gone, and my music will drift softly along the ether into my eagerly waiting ears. C’est la vie!
