Fishpool’s Night of Code
Tonight we arranged a real night for geeks. Today is actually Helsinki’s Night of Arts and we decided to do something a bit different. To get everyone together in one place to be the nerds we are, each person working on their own favourite project as long as they like. Beer, crisps, Coke, cake, good company and all manner of things on offer.
Well, as you can guess, people soon forgot about the coding and instead began to enjoy everything else instead.
OK, so our purpose was not quite fulfilled. We became tired. We had other things to do. Several of the guys were picked up by their respective ladies, and what man can deny that? So the question is, can a geek remain a geek when in a relationship? Must we now say goodbye to our all-nighters, perhaps forever? How do we fit these two seemingly conflicting parts of our lives together?
Not only that, but work. Yes. The greatest of all evils. Work. People had to go to… work. It is so sad somehow. I speak for them and for myself too. Instead of creating something new, something revolutionary, something inspiring, we get hooked by the continuous drudgery that is employment-slavery. Day after day after day. We talk about how our wonderful plans but in the end, someone else does them. Someone who is wiling to make that sacrifice and to risk a small portion of their lives, and I doubt they ever look back.
The rest. At 80, they realise something went wrong. Their life flew by and quite suddenly they find none of their dreams happened. My only wish is that when thaat day comes I will not be one of them.
The First Entry
Sitting at Fishpool’s office. Our first after entering the sensible years. A part of me still misses the mega-office we had at Innopoli with the army beds and table icehockey and hifi systems and free Coke and the accordingly high rent, but in my heart of hearts I know the Cable Factory is right for us right now. The environment, the location and the atmosphere reflects what we are doing. After all, we always wanted to conquer the world. Well, to change it at least. Fishpool just was not the same without an office for hacking and for projects and for being a geek. We might not always be able to spend time here coding, but at least it is here. At least I know ambitions are still there and code can still flow through our fingers. That is the life. You live it. That is the blood.
Listening to artists hammering their art together. Dr Octagon speaking through the speakers. I hammer my art together.
The UndoManager is on its way.
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