MaJ
24-10-2003, 09:45 AM
I have been told, in Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and
unhelpful Microsoft Error messages with Haiku poetry messages. Haiku
poetry has strict construction rules. Each poem has only three lines, 17 syllables:
five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in the third.
Haikus are used to communicate a timeless message often achieving a
wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity - the essence of
Zen:
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
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 sim ple stone.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
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 sim ple stone.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
unhelpful Microsoft Error messages with Haiku poetry messages. Haiku
poetry has strict construction rules. Each poem has only three lines, 17 syllables:
five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in the third.
Haikus are used to communicate a timeless message often achieving a
wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity - the essence of
Zen:
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
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 sim ple stone.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
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 sim ple stone.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.