Every programmer knows the feeling. You’ve written a few lines, tested them, and checked them into some repository. Now is the time to stop, take a breather, maybe reflect upon the majesty of it all, and then get back to obsessing about your latest programmer cult.
It doesn’t matter if you started your first programming class this fall or if you’ve been writing bit-banging code since it had to be toggled into the front panel of an Altair. There’s only so much fun to be had talking about mundane things like correctness or accuracy. Only the client prattles on about whether the code meets the specs.
The real adrenaline rushes come from wandering the moors like a poet, tormented and bedeviled by some finer nuance of the art of writing code. Gluing together variables and functions is boring. Life is only worth living when you jump on some bandwagon, fall in line behind some charismatic genius, and join some strident debate about the details of telling computers what to do.
