September 13, 2008 at 10:11The laws of nature or how to deal with yourself
That jerked me once to turn on the laptop and get on the network earlier than usual ... 12 hours ... That is, at 7 in the morning. And I saw a picture that, in principle, was to be expected. ICQ is empty, the online sheet in various social networks is empty. Of course, all the jokes about the night people and about the fact that programmers at night have fangs and wool with patterns from the binary code have been hackneyed for a long time and discussed three hundred times, but few thought about the essence. People who consider themselves “normal” have long taken the fashion to remind that such a lifestyle kills, ruins, and in general, immorally corrupts and morally corrupts. And then I came up with the idea for an experiment. Try to sleep at night and sit down to learn a new language in the morning. First things went, if not with a bang, then at least a solid three. That is, the first three hours, even managed to overcome a few paragraphs and write a series of "fun" programs. However, after this the problems began. His stomach rumbled sharply, his mouth was dry, and some old acquaintances, whom they had not seen for a century and had not intended to see for as long, began to tear the phone to pieces ...
In general, having dealt with all the problems, he sat down again at the book. In order not to violate the purity of the experiment, everything that I knew about OOP and the like had to be read again. And for some reason, in the process, desires suddenly began to appear that were absolutely not conducive to the process. To listen to music, to see if something new appeared on torrents, or, in the end, to read bash, which, in principle, is pretty unusual for me.
A friend, when I heard my outpourings, advised me to try to do lying down (the benefit of the laptop allows). So what do you think, fell asleep with a book on his nose and a mouse in his hand. A few hours later, waking up on my bed, wrapped in wire and with a book, instead of a pillow under my head, an understanding of what was going on came over me. Rather, one of the stories of the Strugatsky brothers came to mind, where one of the main characters expresses the idea that “We are dealing with the laws of nature. Fighting against the laws of nature is stupid. But to capitulate to the law of nature is a shame ... ... The trouble is that this law is manifested in the only way - through unbearable pressure. Through pressure that is dangerous to the psyche and even to life itself ... ... Maybe in time we will learn to divert this pressure to safe areas, and maybe even use it for our own purposes ... ”
“And I lowered my eyes. I sat crouched, clutching my laptop with both hands to my stomach, and repeated to myself - for the tenth, twentieth time I repeated to myself: “... since then, deaf roundabout paths have stretched before me ...” ”
In general, having dealt with all the problems, he sat down again at the book. In order not to violate the purity of the experiment, everything that I knew about OOP and the like had to be read again. And for some reason, in the process, desires suddenly began to appear that were absolutely not conducive to the process. To listen to music, to see if something new appeared on torrents, or, in the end, to read bash, which, in principle, is pretty unusual for me.
A friend, when I heard my outpourings, advised me to try to do lying down (the benefit of the laptop allows). So what do you think, fell asleep with a book on his nose and a mouse in his hand. A few hours later, waking up on my bed, wrapped in wire and with a book, instead of a pillow under my head, an understanding of what was going on came over me. Rather, one of the stories of the Strugatsky brothers came to mind, where one of the main characters expresses the idea that “We are dealing with the laws of nature. Fighting against the laws of nature is stupid. But to capitulate to the law of nature is a shame ... ... The trouble is that this law is manifested in the only way - through unbearable pressure. Through pressure that is dangerous to the psyche and even to life itself ... ... Maybe in time we will learn to divert this pressure to safe areas, and maybe even use it for our own purposes ... ”
“And I lowered my eyes. I sat crouched, clutching my laptop with both hands to my stomach, and repeated to myself - for the tenth, twentieth time I repeated to myself: “... since then, deaf roundabout paths have stretched before me ...” ”