I dreamt that I was windows free…
Mark's comment on my last entry reminded me of a techie poem by Steven Brust that I encountered a few years ago when reading his weblog at dreamcafe.com. I thought I'd bring it up again:
I dreamt that I was windows free
And data flowed in streams
From you to me, my ISP
All flawless in my dreams.
All the work I chose to do
To know was but to ask;
Handshake and smile, and all the while
Ran on each Linux task
I awoke to truth with throaty scream
Of frustrations, pains, and hates;
Once more to earth I soundly cursed
All windows, doors, and Gates.
– Steven Brust (11 October 2001)