nerd poetry for bloggers

You're aware that some people think you're a nerd. So what?

They're not players. They've never jousted with Windows or gone hand to hand with DOS.

To them C++ is a decent grade, almost a B - not a language. They barely exist. Like soldiers or artists, you don't care about the opinions of civilians.

You're building something intricate and fine. They'll never understand it.

The environment that nutures creative bloggers kills management
and older,manatee types - and vice versa. Programming (eventually, blogging) is the Great Game. It consumes you, body and soul. When you're caught up in it, nothing else matters. When you emerge into daylight, you might well discover that your underwear is older, and judging from the number of pizza boxes lying around, it must be spring already.

But you don't care, because your program runs, and the code -your blog- is fast and clever and tight. You won.


Orson Scott Card "How Software Companies Die" revised + Live on the Web, by Steven Meisel (editorial Vogue Italia);
para mis superamigos bloggers, toujours