272/365, subota, 29. rujna 2001.

Zen windows

Protekli tjedan sam zaista pisao, nema mi se što prigovoriti. Nisam citirao, preuzimao i prevodio. Tako da bih se mogao malo odmoriti večeras. Je’l da? Baš bi mi dobro došlo. Poslao mi Klemen neki dan zen šale o svim nam dragim i pouzdanim Windowsima. Kako je riječ o vrlo osjetljivoj formi gdje je broj slogova (5, pa 7, pa opet 5) izmino važan, koncept večerašnjeg odmora posve bi se izgubio u slučaju prevođenja ovih šala s engleskog na materinji. Ma, ionako svi govore jezik svijeta, nije frka. Dajte da odem u krevet već jednom. Dakle, čime Japanci mjenjaju bešćutne poruke o greškama u Windowsima:

Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

The Web site you seek
Cannot be located,
but countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

First snow, then silence.
This thousand-dollar screen dies
So beautifully.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao-until
You bring fresh toner.

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen.
Mind. Both are blank.