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2003-12-31
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The Difference
When I used to use Windows, I would just write mail and click on send and the mail would go out and that was it.
The last two days, every time I click send to get a mail out, I see those glasses and those curls and that beard and think about how little I know about the guy that makes my computer send the mail.
I've only met Ettore twice or three times, at GUADEC's and in Boston, and I haven't spoken much with him. but it's impossible to send a mail now without thinking about him. For every mail you send with Evolution, God gives Ettore an extra rice grain in his pudding. So never stop sending mail.
A quiet life,
a handshake
I wanted to write at least something today, because I have other stuff to talk about but it feels inappropriate to do so in the same post. Time to get some sleep.