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Kernighan Teaches... Liberal Arts?
Flamerule writes "The New York Times has an article (free registration required) examining a new course Brian Kernighan is teaching at Princeton, called "Computers in Our World", aimed at liberal arts students who won't be going into the tech field. The author describes it as "a kind of intellectual smorgasbord, combining public policy - like technology's impact on privacy, copyright and antitrust matters - with large helpings of practical knowledge of how things work, from operating systems to disk drives." The K&R text is mentioned, though not as reverently as some would demand."
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by Edgar Allan Poe
BY a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, on a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly from an ultimate dim Thule --
From a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime, out of SPACE -- out of TIME.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods, and chasms, and caves, and Titian woods,
With forms that no man can discover for the dews that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire, surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread their lone waters, lone and dead, --
Their still waters, still and chilly with the snows of the lolling lily.
By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, on a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly from an ultimate dim Thule.
By the lakes that thus outspread their lone waters, lone and dead, --
Their sad waters, sad and chilly with the snows of the lolling lily, --
By the mountains -- near the river murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, --
By the gray woods, -- by the swamp where the toad and the newt encamp, --
By the dismal tarns and pools where dwell the Ghouls, --
By each spot the most unholy -- in each nook most melancholy, --
There the traveller meets aghast Sheeted Memories of the Past --
Shrouded forms that start and sigh as they pass the wanderer by --
White-robed forms of friends long given, in agony, to the worms, and Heaven.
By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, on a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule --
For the heart whose woes are legion 'tis a peaceful, soothing region --
For the spirit that walks in shadow 'tis -- oh 't is an Eldorado!
But the traveler, traveling through it, may not -- dare not openly view it;
Never its mysteries are exposed to the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid the uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, on a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly, from this ultimate dim Thule.
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Karma: Good (despite my invention of the Karma: sig)
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The White Book is pretty good, but it could use work in a few areas. For instance: how about glossy porn inserts every two or three pages? Then I could throw out every other piece of paper in my house and I'd be ok.
Anyone who can explain something so well on paper is bound to be an amazing teacher.
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