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"An architect, half German, at least by family tradition, a man for whom the whole human race was a perpetual source of stress, whose Moses complex led him through a lifelong quest for peace that started with biofeedback and wended its way through est, yoga, crystals, acupressure, acupuncture, shiatsu, Rolfing, Alexander technique, ... and finally Prozac, sat paralysed, reeling in the real-time feed issuing from his workstation screen. Now and then, condemned to to participate, teh architect cried out to no one in particular, 'Oh god. This can't be happening. I can't process this. What in the hell is all this supposed to mean? What do these people think they're doing?'
This man's disheveled cellmate, an American who'd made it through the last twenty years on force of habit alone, a man whose Cold War existence came down to little more than the private contrition of forward motion, at last had to answer: 'God only knows what they think they're doing. But they seem to hitting that concrete wall with sledgehammers.'"



-Simon I think you'd like this book. lots of programming humour. although i think adam and michelle and nicole and jeff and kendra and ....there are reasons why i think this book should appeal to lots of folks actually...