The competent programmer is fully aware of the limited size of his own skull. He therefore approaches his task with full humility, and avoids clever tricks like the plague.
quote by Edsger Dijkstra
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Because of the nature of Moore's law, anything that an extremely clever graphics programmer can do at one point can be replicated by a merely competent programmer some number of years later.
quote by John Carmack
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A revolution is interesting insofar as it avoids like the plague the plague it promised to heal.
quote by Daniel Berrigan
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Annunciation
Humility this day is
that she has passed all thought
in stillness; beyond waiting
rests her being.
Then like a lightning flash
without light, without sound;
micromoment of all presence that ever is,
in which she knows all that there is to know
beyond all thinking it; humility
and glory then the same.
Now no need for questioning:
she nor others; disbelievers; enemies;
herself, all that concerns her, now known fully;
she, now full of truth.
Later words may come;
as though there might be two in her humility;
she, now full of unity;
she lives the perfect prayer:
perfect come from perfect;
and when her time and time itself is ripe,
perfect shall be taken from that perfect;
and perfect will remain with her;
she, now full of god, of good;
who dares or dares not call her blest
save she herself; hands folded into lap,
head a little bowed, eyes down;
she now full of god, of good?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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To say outsider
To say outsider
To embraced falsehood
Each and everybody
Is competent to
Complete tha task.
Right to interpret
And depict not denied
Factual aspect is there
Why to cut size
Reason not found.
Set in and punctured
Situation with handicraft
For ontoward incidents
Responsibility fixed
Daredevil played in openfield.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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People who are too concerned with how well they are doing will be less successful and feel less competent than those who focus on the task itself... Some psychologists call it a conflict between ego-orientation, or between extrinsic and intrinsic motivation... but in all cases, what counts is whether attention is turned away from the task at hand and focused on the self and its future rewards, or whether it is instead trained on the task itself. The latter attitude seems the more fruitful.
From the viewpoint of what you can do, therefore, languages do differ - but the differences are limited. For example, Python and Ruby provide almost the same power to the programmer.
quote by Yukihiro Matsumoto
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Plague Plague Plague
Dead dog dead dog
Guts all down the freeway
in a dirty red streak
fur all mangled lookin
like Bob Dylan's hair
Plague plague plague
My dog's name was Missi
after this cousin I kinda
didn't like
but I never hated either
one to where I wanted
a dead cousin or dead dog dead dog
Plague Plague Plague
My cousin never writes
so I don't know what's up with her
but I know I got a dead dog dead dog
hit by a semi and pasted on the freeway
like gaudy modern art
Plague Plague Plague
Missi was a boy and he was a good dog
now he's a dead dog dead dog
let's go get drunk and
sing songs about Missi
his favorite one was that rambling
one about
Plague Plague Plague
poem by Smack Thompson
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A Clever Way
A clever way to rise in the morning is clear,
Illness vanishes from your toes and feet.
The blinding baking torture of heat hurtles
From the skies of golden damage, dangerous and cruel.
May the morning be mad with relief
From the endless dormancy of the night.
A night coloured by the generations is full,
The moon is full, children are fully adults
When you speak to them and converse in dreams
To one another, like the bells of hanging
And chiming, so chiming that they fall
From their grace, a clever way to rise this morning.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Berkeley in Time of Plague
Plague took us and the land from under us,
Rose like a boil, enclosing us within.
We waited and the blue skies writhed awhile
Becoming black with death.
Plague took us and the chairs from under us,
Stepped cautiously while entering the room
(We were discussing Yeats): it paused awhile
Then smiled and made us die.
Plague took us, laughed, and reproportioned us,
Swelled us to dizzy, unaccustomed size.
We died prodigiously; it hurt awhile
But left a certain quiet in our eyes.
poem by Jack Spicer
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Up in the Winds
Up in the winds carries a scent,
Fully dangerous for its beautiful smell.
Gods are with us, fully aware
Of the brilliant Sun, for gods bring
Thunder and Lightning,
A moment we express in this night.
My night is new, merely abject,
More than the arrival of day.
A day has passed its character
Interestingly and intriguingly.
We are full of the wind up there
Under the outer space feeling us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When law and duty are one, united by religion, you never become fully conscious, fully aware of yourself. You are always a little less than an individual.
quote by Frank Herbert
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Petrified
Every girl avoids me
and of all the girls that I chase
not one wants to woo me,
although they can find real love.
No flowers or poems that I venture
makes any girl look at me.
Every girl avoids me
and of all the girls that I chase
passes me by,
as if not one will stay with me
and it hits me very low
that I cannot succeed with any woman or maiden
and every girl avoids me
poem by Gert Strydom
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Alankar (Decor) -11
Symbol-Temple
He makes His abode
Huge much His size
The size of cosmos
Sized full His size
That room is small
But His holy house
He makes His abode
But full His size
Dim, dumb, mute occult
Lit hearts light Him
Leaning on a measure
He sleeps wide awake
Lonely boons line lot
Like Kupera for myself
My soul's hunting quest
VaiththaMaaNidhi peeks
(On a visit to Thirukoloor
one of the 108 Vishnu-shrines)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Intent Of The Heart
i've made mistakes
in my life that have
hurt a lot of people....
i want to make sure
that what i'm doing now,
helps a lot of people.
it begins with admitting
and taking ownership
of my mistakes...
walking in forgiveness,
forgiving others, and myself,
as i go....
making every step count....
fully aware of the motives
behind each action....
fully aware of the weight
of every thought and word.....
of the responsibility we share
for and to each other.....
and to the earth.
freedom sweats,
compassion bleeds....
the truth is no further
than the intent of the heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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He who avoids the temptations avoids the sin.
Life Itself
"It is that life itself, fully awake, fully active,
fully aware that it is alive. It is spiritual wonder."
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation
Dark rain penetrates
tender leaves, swell spirits, sparks
dormant roots to life.
Like a god, Your star
ascends; with wonder and grace
shines Your mighty face!
poem by Steven Federle
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On a Voluntary Basis
Oh...
I can get dark and thick with it.
I can pluck your nerves...
And nit pick.
I can be all of that which you ask.
I am up to any challenge you have as a task.
Oh...
I can be very sensitive and insincere like you.
And all of those things you have done to me?
Guess who can do them too.
I can be all of that which you ask.
I am up to any challenge you have as a task.
Oh...
I can be full of myself sometimes.
Those times that are mine...
To come along when you are being self centered.
In a constant attention grabbing whine.
And when I begin getting dark and thick...
You will not escape the hold my hands have on your wrists.
Getting ready to deep throat your breath away.
With you much aware...
I am not begging you to listen!
I demand it.
Unless you agree,
To do that on a voluntary basis!
With your mouth shut...
And ears perked up and open!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clever father, clever daughter; clever mother, clever son.