The blog known as Kyuboria has remained dormant for far too long. As was written long ago, in Kyuboria:
I had spent most of my working life as a drone. A well-educated, high performance drone, to be sure, but a member of the hive nonetheless. My prime directive had always been to blend in, to participate, to conform. This required a high level of attention to the details of others. The needs of others was my call to action.
Nothing was impossible. For a dedicated programmer in the state’s Federated Alliance for Increased Learning—a monolithic disturbance on the genitalia of corporate indifference—a request was nothing short of an order, failure not an option. The User’s need was my personal challenge.
Programmers can do anything.
Any task can be automated.
How things changed that fine spring day.
Let me start at the beginning.
Link to the page about the book Kyuboria.
I had spent most of my working life as a drone. A well-educated, high performance drone, to be sure, but a member of the hive nonetheless. My prime directive had always been to blend in, to participate, to conform. This required a high level of attention to the details of others. The needs of others was my call to action.
Nothing was impossible. For a dedicated programmer in the state’s Federated Alliance for Increased Learning—a monolithic disturbance on the genitalia of corporate indifference—a request was nothing short of an order, failure not an option. The User’s need was my personal challenge.
Programmers can do anything.
Any task can be automated.
How things changed that fine spring day.
Let me start at the beginning.
Link to the page about the book Kyuboria.


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