Archive - Nov 16, 2007 - Article

God

Who is perfect? My software code is never immaculate. Its flaws confuse my users. Its flaws shatter their belief in who I am. Its flaws start a kind of suspicion in the justness of my design. They name it their suffering and failure. I name it my “bug”, almost like a bad infection. Anyone who is part of this small world feels the agony of my mistakes. If my users had chosen to follow only the pre-defined paths I had imagined in my handy software manual, without going beyond my mindset, they would have never felt desperate or lost.>>>

در آئین "رقص- درمانی" و "چماق- درمانی"

بذار ببینم، 21 بعلاوه 4 میشه 25 دلار، یکدونه دوغ 3 دلار، ماست و موسیر هم حالا میگیم 5 دلار، خوب اینکه میشه 33 دلار، دو دلار هم مالیاتش، این 35 دلار، پس چرا اون از ما 41 دلار گرفت؟" ضمن رانند گی داشتم حساب میکردم که یارو گفت چلوکبابش "تو- فور- وان" یعنی دوتاش به قیمت یکی. پس چطور شد دوباره رودست خوردیم و شش دلار از ما زیادی گرفت؟

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The Capital, again

is sucking on money.
Hanging about town,
among the riffraffs,
and the worried pants,
I noticed all of their faces
reflected in the glass
of this of all places. >>>