“Hacking, simply put, is not, n-o-t, not equal, ≠, to cracking. It is not hot-toddying patches. It is not dick-weaning exploits. It is not hoeing ax at root level. It’s not dining on rootkits, suspending virii, propagating inarticulate spodness. It’s not analogizing the hugeness of male genitalia in relation to the speed of a network. … Continue reading hacking is…
“First you have to find a bridge overlooking water. Then each person gets a stick.” X Lime opened her hand and pointed near her wrist. “Everyone stands here, on one side, the upcurrent side of the river. Then they drop their sticks at the same time, into the water, and run to the other side … Continue reading anyone for pooh sticks
In 1975 John McPhee published a story called Brigade de Cuisine about a remarkable chef who ran a 55-seat restaurant with no help except for Anne, his pastry chef/wife, and their children who served the food, and a dishwasher on the weekends.