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Renamed HHFGv2 from -rev2 to -v2.

This is to standardise on "version" instead of "revision" from now on.

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-    <info><title>The Human Hacking Field Guide</title>
-        
-        <authorgroup>
-            <author><personname><firstname>Shlomi</firstname><surname>Fish</surname></personname><affiliation>
-                    <address>
-                        <email>shlomif@iglu.org.il</email>
-                        <uri type="homepage" xlink:href="http://www.shlomifish.org/">Shlomi Fish's Homepage</uri>
-                    </address>
-                </affiliation></author>
-         </authorgroup>
-         <copyright>
-             <year>2004</year>
-            <holder>Shlomi Fish</holder>
-        </copyright>
-      <legalnotice>
-            <!-- Ci vis pacem -->
-            <para>
-                <!-- belum. ;-) -->
-                This document is copyrighted by Shlomi Fish
-                under the 
-                <link xlink:href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/">Creative
-                    Commons Attribution Share-Alike Unported License version 3.0</link> 
-                (or at your option a greater version).
-            </para>
-        </legalnotice>
-        <revhistory>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1134</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-08-20</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Started working on this document after forking the template
-                    of an older one.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1143</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-08-21</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added up to the middle of the "Are you done insulting me?"
-                    chapter.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1152</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-08-22</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the end of "I'm just a geek".
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1158</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-08-22</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the end of the first IRC conversation ("BETH!").
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1168</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-08-24</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the end of "She still is…"
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1168</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-08-27</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the end of "Evil HTML E-mail"
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1194</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-08-27</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the end of "TRIZ"
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1203</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-08-30</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the end of "Divine's Good"
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1266</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-09-30</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the end of "'Abandoning' Debian" and fixed
-                    many typos and incorrections.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1280</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-10-02</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Fixed many typos, many of which were discovered by
-                    Andrew Dexter.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1284</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-10-05</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the End of "RMS is Coming to Town".
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1287</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-10-07</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added to the End of "God Works in Mysterious Ways".
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1289</revnumber>
-                <date>2004-10-09</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Fixed many typos reported by Uri Bruck.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1369</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-05-20</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Fixed some typos.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1373</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-05-27</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Finished the document, and spell-checked it.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1379</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-05-28</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Changed "FreeNode" to "Freenode". Also fixed two minor
-                    but important typos and mis-punctuations.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1380</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-05-28</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Fixed some missing quotes, courtesy of Freenode's 
-                    <link xlink:href="http://rob.axpr.net/">AthlonRob</link>.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1382</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-05-28</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Read the story cover to cover, and fixed many typos
-                    I discovered.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1384</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-05-30</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Fixed some problems courtesy of Steve Harris.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1389</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-06-01</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Added another joke to the last chapter.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1414</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-10-14</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Revamped a part in "Divine's Good". Also fixed a lot of 
-                    other bad phrasing, punctuation, etc.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1418</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-10-17</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Made the "radius" detail much more realistic. (10 km
-                    instead of 40 km)
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1443</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-11-05</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Fixed the major/minor mix-ups in "God Works in Mysterious 
-                    Ways".
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1443</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-11-05</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Corrected a typo.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1559</revnumber>
-                <date>2005-11-05</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Corrected a typo and changed a word to a variant with
-                    more character.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1685</revnumber>
-                <date>2007-04-09</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Corrected a few errors in "Search of Lost Time"
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1752</revnumber>
-                <date>2007-05-09</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Revamped the beginning (discussion of how to get
-                    into a better college) to make it more believable.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>1841</revnumber>
-                <date>2008-07-15</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Revamped the start of the beach scene.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>2710</revnumber>
-                <date>2009-09-07</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Revamped the 
-                    "Committing Adultery in Your Heart is…" part, a little.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>2768</revnumber>
-                <date>2009-09-14</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Made various corrections and enhancements.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>3001</revnumber>
-                <date>2009-10-06</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Some grammar, and formatting corrections. Changed 
-                    dot-dot-dots to Unicode ellipses ("…"). Converted
-                    a quote to a blockquote.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>3135</revnumber>
-                <date>2009-11-06</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Converted the spelling of "Maths" to the commonwealth
-                    spelling (which is the standard spelling used for my
-                    English stories).
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>3904</revnumber>
-                <date>2011-02-27</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Converted to DocBook 5, upgraded the licence to 
-                    CC-by-sa-3.0, and added my homepage as a link.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>3954</revnumber>
-                <date>2011-03-12</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Revised the paragraph describing RMS to those
-                    unfamiliar with him, per his request.
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-            <revision>
-                <revnumber>3955</revnumber>
-                <date>2011-03-12</date>
-                <authorinitials>shlomif</authorinitials>
-                <revremark>
-                    Add the third IRC conversation - "She must be a fine cat".
-                </revremark>
-            </revision>
-        </revhistory>
-    </info>
-
-<section xml:id="things_you_do_to_get_to_univ"><info><title>The Things you do to Get to University</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-        My name is Jennifer. Jennifer Susan Raymond, to be exact. 
-        I live in Los-Angeles, in one of those nice neigbourhoods that they
-        always show in movies. I am in my high-school senior year now.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Let me tell you some things about myself. The first thing is that
-        I'm a honour student. I especially like Maths. Its high school
-        exercises are easy and fun and the difficult ones, which can be
-        found in puzzle books and Maths competitions, are very challenging.
-        I'm also good in other subjects, but Maths is really my passion.
-        Other than that I'm blonde, have a cute face (I don't really consider
-        myself beautiful, but guys seem to think so) and try to
-        dress very elegantly. As a Maths geek, I sure have a social life. 
-        Everybody around me seems to like me.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Finally, I should tell about Taylor, Taylor Lawrence. He's my best
-        friend. We became friends when we were in the fourth
-        grade and were both grounded for 4 weeks. We instantly became friends.
-        When we were 12 and we started having, eh, sexual sensations, we
-        started dating each other. Then we both had a crush on different
-        people, and we were relieved when we found out. We decided exploring
-        our feelings would not be a worthwhile goal, and we dated other
-        people since.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Taylor is probably even more popular than I am. Even though he wears
-        prescription glasses, he looks great, and girls almost always agree
-        to go with him on dates. (And sometimes ask him themselves.) One thing
-        he seems to like and I don't is computers. He spends hours on end
-        tampering with his computer at home. Mine, on the other hand, is
-        almost always turned off. I have good hand writing, thank you, so I
-        don't need a word processor. I turn it on only to listen to audio
-        files, do some random browsing in the Internet (either for research,
-        or to kill time or whatever) or play Freecell or Tetris. I think
-        computers are impersonal and boring.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        It all started one day when I was attending class, paying attention
-        to the teacher, when suddenly it hit me: I don't have either any
-        special skills and have never really been involved in the community.
-        So, no prestigious college will prefer me over someone else. This has
-        worried me so much that for the rest of the day, I just wrote down
-        what the teacher said in my notebook thoughtlessly, and kept worrying
-        about this issue.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I really want to graduate from somewhere nice where I can be proud
-        of myself, and have the entire world at my disposal. But my entire
-        life I've been concerned only about myself and my friends, trying to
-        become happy, (and having a pretty good success at it), and just doing
-        what school required me to do. I've never really been involved in
-        anything for the community. And I never found it necessary to get
-        any special skills, unless you call hitting the gym twice a week
-        (with Taylor), jogging and biking special.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        So I was relieved when I met Taylor that day, when we both finished
-        school.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Taylor, I'm worried about college." I told him.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Why?" he said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I don't have any special skills and no community involvement."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jenn, you're sweet, intelligent and the kindest person I know. Every
-        college will be glad to have you."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "So are most of the other candidates they get, but as opposed to
-        me they do have some special skills and show some community
-        involvement. How am I going to get it by the end of this year?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, you might as well try."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Try what?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Learning a special skill", he said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "A special skill? Like what?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You could study Sumerian!"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Sumerian? What on Earth would I do with Sumerian?", I said, unamused.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Talk to native speakers of Sumerian, of course."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Now I was angry. "They're all dead!"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "OK, ok. How about Latin or Hebrew or Greek?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I have enough problems with Spanish, thank you."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Si, comprendo." Taylor said. "OK, OK", he continued. "I know -
-        why don't you help the poor or whatever. Tutor kids with 
-        difficulties."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well…", I thought for a moment, "Taylor, you're just making up
-        random suggestions."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Taylor thought for a moment.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "How about if you do something I can help you with and you can relate
-        to and will also be knowledgable. Jenn, what do you say about becoming 
-        an open-source hacker?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        From talking to Taylor, I already knew that hacker did not
-        necessarily mean a computer intruder, but rather someone who
-        accomplished things very enthusiastically. So I told him:
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Open-source hacker? You know perfectly well that I'm a
-        computer-phobic."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jennifer, you're a computer phobic now, but you can grow to
-        like computers. I mean what are your options? Become an Electronics
-        hacker like Jonathan is?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Jonathan is my boyfriend, and has been since the start of the
-        eleventh grade. He's the best boyfriend I ever had. He also likes to
-        build machines with wires, batteries, and many other components I can't
-        remember now. He and Taylor have become good friends.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Electronics? You know I have two left hands, with these kind of 
-        things."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jenn, but you're left-handed!"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "So I have two right-hands! Taylor, are we going to argue
-        about semantics now?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "OK, but Jenn,", and he held my hands, "I want you to better relate to
-        what I'm doing". 
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hmmm…." I said. I started feeling guilt and confusion and lots
-        of other feelings. "Alright. ", I said, "I'll be an open-source
-        hacker. Or at least try to. So… are you going to give me private
-        lessons and stuff?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Sure, why not. " he said, "Wait a second! Hold that thought - I think 
-        I have a better idea. Come with me." he said, and he went down the 
-        hall.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I followed him for a few hallways and then entered with him into a
-        computer lab. There he walked to some figure (looked like a girl) with
-        purple (!) hair.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hi!" he said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hiiiii…" I heard an enthusiastic female voice. "Whatcha doing here?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jenn, please come here. Jenn I'd like you to meet Eve Siegel, who
-        likes to be called 'Erisa'. Erisa, I told you about Jenn."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I looked at this Erisa character. Her hair was dyed purple, her face
-        had too much makeup, and her facial expression was horrid. Remember
-        that episode in "Sabrina - The Teenage Witch" where Sabrina transforms
-        herself into a punk? She looked only a bit better than that.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hi" I said reluctantly.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hmmm… " said Erisa, "a bit too elegant for this school, aren't we.
-        I know your type of girls. Let me guess: you are a honour student,
-        right?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yes," I told her.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You exercise a lot".
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I was becoming worried, "yeah".
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You listen to these girlie bands like NSync, All Saints, Backstreet
-        Boys, Britney Spears and…"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well,", I wanted to say that I did not like NSync much.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yes, Atomic Kitten! These babes are the worst."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        <emphasis>How does she know that I have all their CDs?</emphasis>
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Furthermore, you're a goody two shoes, never violated any rules,
-        your parents are proud of you, you watch shows like 'Friends' and 
-        'Seinfeld' and 'Sabrina'. Eukh… I hate Melissa Joan Hart so much…"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I could not take it anymore. She seemed to know everything about me,
-        I started crying and left the room to the hallway. I hardly even
-        noticed that everyone in the lab was looking at me.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Taylor went out and came to me. He hugged me and calmed me down.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Am I as superficial as she describes?" I asked after I stopped
-        crying.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jenn, don't take Erisa so seriously. She's a bit of a punk, and seem
-        to have a grudge against the world at large and pop culture in
-        particular."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Why do you want her to tutor me in hacking?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Because she is a girl, so you won't have prejudice."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "She might be a girl, but she doesn't seem like a human being."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Trust me, she is once you get to know her better. And she gets
-        to know you."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Can't you find another girl hacker to tutor me?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jennifer… she's the best girl hacker in a 10-kilometer radius
-        and one of the best hackers I know, female or male. She's the
-        best person I can think of."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Fine," I told him, "I'll give it a shot.". The things you do to
-        get into university.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        We entered the room again, and Taylor and I approached Erisa.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Erisa, Jennifer here would like to become an open-source hacker."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "She?" she made a fake laugh, "what for?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "To get into a better college.", I said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You want to engage in a purely altruistic activity for a selfish
-        cause? Well, I won't be the judge of that."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hmmpff," I said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Anyway, if you want me to tutor you, it will cost you. My software is
-        free, girlfriend, but my time isn't. 20 bucks an hour. And trust me,
-        I'm almost never this cheap. I'm just doing it as a favour to Taylor 
-        here."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "20 dollars is fine, I guess." I told her.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        She opened her bag, took out the school's students list, said
-        "Jennifer?", (I said "Raymond"), and checked my address. "Heh", she
-        said, "a couple of blocks from my house." She took note of my name in
-        her PDA that lay on the computer's table.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Now for some homework. Go to the Internet and read 'How to become
-        a Hacker' by Eric S. Raymond. I'll drop by in two days, and guide
-        you through the installation process of 'Mandrake Linux'. Chicks
-        dig Mandrake, and while I'm using Debian, it'd probably be the best
-        for you."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Thanks, I said." I took a mental note of the resource, shook Erisa's
-        hand, and left the lab.
-    </para>
-</section>
-<section xml:id="are_you_done_insulting_me"><info><title>Are You Done Insulting Me?</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-        The next day, I approached Taylor in one of the breaks carrying a
-        printout of this "How to become a Hacker" essay. I was quite vexed,
-        and wanted to consult him regarding it.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Taylor," I said without saying hello, "what the hell does this Eric
-        Raymond character want from me?".
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "What did you find wrong with it?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Let's see: role playing games - you know I hate them."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You don't need to like RPG's to be a hacker."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Or Science Fiction. I prefer humourous writings and Realism."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "It won't make you any less of a computer geek."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Here's another thing:", I said as I went over the document, "'Zen or
-        Martial Arts'. You know the mere thought of hurting someone else 
-        freaks me out and that I hit like a girl.".
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hit like a girl?", Taylor said, "Tell you what - here's my open
-        hand. Hit it as hard as you can with your fist? Let's check your
-        claim."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Really," I said looking at his open hand?
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yeah sure. I'm ready."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I backed up my right hand, and hit his fist as hard as I could. 
-        Taylor cried "ow", and rubbed his left hand with his right. Then
-        he said out of quite a pain, "You forgot that we go to the gym twice
-        a week."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Oh, right… weight-training… among else. Are you alright?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I'll be OK.", he said as he released his left hand. "But I don't
-        think you hit like a girl. Keep that in mind in case you get into a 
-        chick fight one day."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Heh", I smiled, "So I'm a bit strong. So what? I still don't want
-        to learn Martial Arts." I said. "And what kind of language is 'Python'
-        . Who would name a language after a snake."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, as far as I know Erisa, she'll probably teach you Perl instead."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "But Raymond says…"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "ESR (that's how we refer to Eric S. Raymond), is a very nice guy, but 
-        he has several faults. One of them is being a Pythoneer who bashes Perl
-        quite irrationally. Erisa has learned Perl as the first of her
-        so-called 'scripting languages', and she still prefers it to Python.
-        She also told me that someone once told her that he'd rather teach
-        people Perl at start, because it's a language they can express 
-        themselves in."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, I also recall Pascal from my days,", I said, "so I guess I'll be
-        alright."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jenn, " he told me as he held my hands, "I'm sure you will.".
-    </para>
-    <section xml:id="are_you_done_part2"><info><title>Are you Done - Part 2</title></info>
-        
-        <para>
-            Erisa dropped by my house on Saturday. My brother answered the
-            door, and was shocked, and a bit scared of the way she looked.
-            After consulting me, I told him it was alright, and let her
-            into my room.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            Erisa brought the CDs of the Linux distribution (they were burned),
-            and said I could keep them. "Before we start, let me start
-            Windows and check for configuration and stuff," she said.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "Wow!" she said later, "65 Gigs free out of 80? You obviously
-            don't make too much use of this machine. Well, that'll give us
-            enough space for installing Linux."
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "OK, ", she said, "now you sit at the computer and go through
-            the installation, read the instructions and let me know what you
-            think. I'll let you know what you should do next."
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "OK, " I said, as we switched places.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            Well, except for the part about re-partitioning which confused
-            me a bit, everything was reasonably understood. Then Erisa
-            instructed me to reboot the computer.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            When it started, it displayed a nice graphical menu which said
-            if I would like to start Linux or Windows. I chose Linux naturally.
-            Then a large number of messages appeared (Erisa said even she 
-            didn't understand them all), and then I got the so-called "login"
-            prompt, that asked me for a username.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "OK, " said Erisa, "we took note of your username and password, and
-            of your root password. The root user can do anything, so it is
-            considered a bad idea to use it all the time. When I started like
-            you, I worked all the time as root, but you shouldn't duplicate
-            my mistakes."
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "Heh heh", I giggled. "OK, I'll just enter 'jennray' here, and 
-            'schrodinger6590' here. OK?
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "Yes."
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            After that, this thing called KDE loaded ("KDE is the number one
-            desktop for chicks"), displaying a nice bootscreen. And afterwards,
-            I saw the work screen.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "Wow!" I said, "this is beautiful.". And indeed it was: the icons
-            were smooth and attractive, the windows had very nice decorations,
-            it just invited people to play with it. I figured out the menu
-            with the star was equivalent to Windows "Start" thingy, and started
-            browsing the menus and starting applications.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "Hold it right there, girlfriend!" Erisa barfed at me, "You ain't 
-            paying me to play with Linux on my time. Now let me show you a
-            couple of things…"
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            She showed me how to access the two control centers. (one for the
-            desktop, and one for the entire system.) How to browse and manage
-            files using the file-manager. (it had a cute Home icon), and
-            explained about the kate text editor and why text editors
-            in general are useful in UNIX. ("Linux belongs to a large family
-            of operating systems, past and present, called UNIXes, which share
-            a lot in common. So if you hear the term 'UNIX', don't freak out.")
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            She ended up with searching Google and the Web for some good 
-            resources for editing HTML. She bookmarked all of them in the
-            web browser, and then said:
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "Now, your homework for the next week is to prepare a homepage for
-            yourself, after you've read everything I bookmarked you. (Possibly
-            , along with reading it). Because you're such an uninteresting girl,
-            you'll probably want to fill it with things you like, useless links,
-            and raves about the Power Puff Girls. But I won't judge you. Just 
-            make sure it has a lot of content in it."
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "Are you done insulting me?" I answered.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "For now", and she grinned, "see you next weekend."
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            "Bye, I said! " and I paid her for her time.
-        </para>
-        <para>
-            She sure seemed to know her stuff, but had a strange way of
-            conveying it to me.
-        </para>
-    </section>
-</section>
-<section xml:id="just_a_geek"><info><title>I'm just a Geek…</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-        "I hate her, I positively and completely hate her." I said to Jonathan.
-        (Who, like I said, was my boyfriend)
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        We were sitting in a nice restaurant having a romantic dinner. Yet,
-        I could think of nothing more pleasant to bring than Erisa and her
-        idiosyncrasies.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jenn, Taylor seems to be fond of her, so she cannot be all bad. Maybe
-        she just sees you as a stereotype."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well," I told him, "I'm not going to stop liking Atomic Kitten, just
-        because she thinks they are a girly band. And I am a girl, damn it!"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I have a better idea: why don't you prove to her that you're competent
-        as a programmer? She seems to like Taylor, even though we both know
-        that he likes Atomic Kitten and all the other girly bands as much as 
-        you."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, maybe you're right. I still have time on this weekend, I could
-        try learning HTML and getting most of my homepage done. I think the
-        next week won't be so busy and so I can tweak it even more."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Right, maybe that way you'll earn her respect."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        And so I did. I studied HTML (Hyper Text Markup 
-        Language) and its CSS (Cascading Style Sheets) thing. I created a
-        homepage with:
-    </para>
-    <orderedlist inheritnum="ignore" continuation="restarts">
-        <listitem>
-            <para>
-                Some information about myself. My bio, my C.V. 
-            </para>
-        </listitem>
-        <listitem>
-            <para>
-                Pictures of myself and my family.
-            </para>
-        </listitem>
-        <listitem>
-            <para>
-                Some jokes and quotations I was fond of.
-            </para>
-        </listitem>
-        <listitem>
-            <para>
-                Links to books that I liked.
-            </para>
-        </listitem>
-        <listitem>
-            <para>
-                Links to my friends' web-pages.
-            </para>
-        </listitem>
-        <listitem>
-            <para>
-                Some rants and raves about movies I've been to.
-            </para>
-        </listitem>
-        <listitem>
-            <para>
-                Some pages about the Power Puff Girls, Atomic Kitten and
-                Britney Spears. (I added them to tease Erisa)
-            </para>
-        </listitem>
-    </orderedlist>
-    <para>
-        All of this with a nice style. (I played with the colors endlessly
-        to get them right), and everything. It was actually quite fun, and
-        I found myself doing it when I got too tired of doing homework.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Eventually, I had a lot to show for. When Saturday came, I showed it
-        to Erisa.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Not bad." she said, "Not bad at all. Good content, nice style; nice
-        , portable markup. You have validated everything right?" 
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yes."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Good. Now let's upload it. I happen to have my own private place
-        at the Internet, for which I'm paying good money. I'll give you
-        an account there, if you promise not to abuse it. Wait a sec! Thinking
-        of it, there's no way someone like you will know how to abuse it."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hmmpppfff…" I said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "In any case, let me sit in front of the computer for a second."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        We switched places, she opened up this weird window full of monospaced
-        text, typed a few obscure commands, and after about 10 minutes, she
-        said: "here you go. Your username is 'jennray' and your password is
-        the same as one on this computer. Now, I'll write a script that will
-        upload it to the server, if you just type the password. Meanwhile,
-        just take it for granted. Later on, I'll explain what it does, but
-        we still have a lot of ground to cover beforehand."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I was beginning to like her.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Another thing - our Linux User Group (or LUG for short) gathers
-        around every first and third Wednesday of the month at 17:00 at the
-        local university. You should come and get to know Linux better by
-        listening to the presentations that people give there."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Wow! These Linux guys have nothing to do twice a month, than
-        attend a presentation about it. But, then I thought about graduating
-        from somewhere nice like Harvard or Berkeley and I said, "OK, I'll
-        come."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Heh, the other girls there are more similar to you than
-        to me."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Man, I am relieved."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You should be, girlfriend!"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "My name's Jennifer."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Listen, Blondie, I couldn't care less about you or the whole culture
-        and values you represent. I'm just a geek who is trying to make the 
-        world a better place. What have you done for the world recently?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Heh", I snapped at her, "at least I care about myself enough to
-        dress properly, and to look my best, and to care about other people.
-        You, on the other hand, make me miserable, so I would not call it
-        making the world a better place."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Tough luck, Blondie. Your feelings are not facts, and you cannot
-        sue me for making you miserable. I have plenty of friends whom I
-        seem to bring a lot of joy to."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Who, like your boyfriend?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I don't have a boyfriend and haven't had one for a long time. I'm
-        still dating guys, though."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Do they call you back?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Not usually, and that's because I ask them not to."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You're pathetic."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "At least I don't need your help in learning how to hack."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Which reminds me," she added, "if you want to get your money worth,
-        you'd better want us to continue instead of ping-ponging accusations
-        between ourselves. Shall we go on?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I stopped liking her after this twist of the conversation.
-    </para>
-</section> <!-- End of "I'm just a geek…" -->
-<section xml:id="hardware_hackers"><info><title>Hardware Hackers are…</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-        I decided to attend these LUG meetings, from then on. So on the next
-        Wednesday, Taylor and I took the bus to the local university, and
-        went into the room. Immediately after we entered, some guy wearing
-        a T-shirt with a Penguin on it and some shorts said, "Hey Taylor" and
-        as we got closer he said, "Who's the fox?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I blushed, and then reached my hand and said "Jennifer Raymond".
-        He shook my hand and said "Jeff Burtkowsky."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Are you new here?" Jeff asked.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yes, I said. I'm Taylor's friend and Erisa's pupil."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Nice. Erisa is a first-class hacker (whatever her other faults are).
-        Just note that you shouldn't be offended if some guys here hit on 
-        you. Most of them are heterosexual and most of the viable girls in 
-        this club are already taken."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "That's quite alright. I'm used to guys hitting on me. I guess Linux
-        guys are not different. But I have a very sweet and caring boyfriend,
-        so I kindly interrupt these passes."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "What does he do?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "He's in high school too. Heavily into Electronics."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Electronics? Wow, that's impressive. Hardware hackers are a whole
-        class above software hackers. I mean we software hackers write code,
-        and it can run everywhere there's a gcc-backend on. It just works,
-        and if it doesn't, it is almost certainly the fault of what's above
-        the hardware. Hardware hackers… now they deal with the physical 
-        world, where one wrong wiring can make a world of damage. Now, if we
-        are cool, they are above-cool."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "What's 'gcc' and what are its backends?."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well," Taylor interrupted, "gcc is a compiler that is not very fast,
-        does not produce spectacular code, but is one of the seven wonders
-        of the modern world."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "How's that?" I asked.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, it can run everywhere and compile code for almost every 
-        architecture and has tons of useful extensions, and can 
-        compile many languages, and can cross-compile and it's open-source. 
-        The Linux Kernel, for example, can only be compiled using gcc."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I understand you're not a programmer," Jeff said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, I studied Pascal for two years in high school. Could not get
-        myself to really become enthusiastic about it. And I had better things
-        to learn at school."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, Pascal is a sexless language, if you ask me. And, plus, I think
-        programming is not something you can be taught in school. Some people
-        are better programmers after 1 year, than many are with 10 years
-        of experience. It vastly depends on your attitude."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hmmmm….", I answered, "I confess that the only reason I want to 
-        become a hacker now, is because I want to have something good to show
-        off to get to a good college. But I admit that creating a homepage
-        for myself turned out to be fun."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "In that case, you might grow to like hacking. If you don't - I suggest
-        you find something else to do, that you happen to like. People who
-        are not enthusiastic about their work, are almost never good hackers."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        It made me a bit worried, so I just said "Yes, naturally.".
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        At that moment, Erisa entered the room. She looked around, and 
-        eventually fixed her gaze upon me. "Jenn, you came!". (Could you 
-        believe it - she called me "Jenn"!). "Yep, " I told her, "I had a 
-        very nice conversation with Taylor and Jeff over here."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hi guys!" Erisa said, as she approached us.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jenn here is quite clueless about Linux, but she is actually quite
-        persistent, so she may become a really leet haxor, sooner or later."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I did not understand what a "leet haxor" is, but I figured it was
-        probably something good. The other guys laughed.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        The presentation was way over my head, but Taylor, whom I sat next
-        to, was kind enough to explain some things. I eventually understood
-        or thought I understood most of what was going on there.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        At the break, I noticed that some other guy was typing
-        enthusiastically on his laptop's keyboard and constantly using the 
-        mouse. I approached him. I saw a huge black window saying "XChat"
-        in the title bar, and lots of weird text looking like a conversation.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Are you talking with someone?" I asked him.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "As a matter of fact, yes. It's called IRC - Internet Relay Chat. It's
-        actually quite useful for resolving random problems, but it can also
-        become very addictive."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Can you show me how to use it?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I guess."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Apparently you connect to a server, and then join various "channels",
-        where "channel" is a fancy name for a chat-room, where you talk by 
-        entering text in a small text entry. You can also initiate a private 
-        conversation and do other stuff. I found the idea intriguing.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "And the people you talk to, can be from the other side of the 
-        world. " He said. "And I recommend Freenode for most purposes. It's a
-        really nice network. Here, let me E-mail it to you.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Taylor, Erisa and I took the bus home. On the way, Taylor and Erisa
-        spent their time talking about computers and computing news, while
-        I was too afraid to interrupt their conversation and ask what they
-        were talking about.
-    </para>
-</section> <!-- End of Hardware Hackers are… -->
-<section xml:id="beth"><info><title>BETH!</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-        The next time we met, Erisa came to me, she showed me some Perl
-        tutorials (Taylor was right!) and started instructing me on how to 
-        program. As homework she gave me a pageful of exercises.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        One exercise, that involved a lot of text-processing and the
-        so called "regular expressions", turned out to have a bug, but I could 
-        not find it. I thought about calling Taylor, but then thought that 
-        maybe the IRC would be helpful.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        So I logged on to Freenode, and joined the #perl channel. Here's what
-        happened:
-    </para>
-    <programlisting>
-        
-                --&gt;  You are now talking on #perl
-                ---  Topic for #perl is Welcome to #perl :: Do not flood, use 
-                     http://sial.org/pbot/perl/ to show us code.  This is a 
-                     Perl help channel, please ask your question. :: Latest 
-                     perl golf can be found at http://terje2.perlgolf.org :: 
-                     Latest perl is 5.8.5
-                ---  Topic for #perl set by qualoo
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Hi all!
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  So like I was saying, I did not had a serious experience
-                     with the BSDs, so I could not say.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: hi!
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Can you help me with debugging some code? I'm trying
-                     to learn Perl.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  Sure. Just don't paste it here. Use the pastebot.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  perlbot: nopaste
-          &lt;perlbot&gt;  Paste your code here and #perl will be able to view it:
-                     http://sial.org/pbot/perl
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Okey dokey.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: I see on your /whois that your name is "Jennifer
-                     Raymond".
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  So you're a girl?
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Yes, I am.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: nice. We could always use more girl perlers.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  We have another female regular here called "beth". She,
-                     on the other hand, knows her stuff pretty well.
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  :-)
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  Also, guys flirt with her all the time here. (and she
-                     flirts back).
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Well, I have a boyfriend.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  So does beth.
-                --&gt;  beth has joined #perl
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: talk about the devil!
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  BETH!
-             &lt;beth&gt;  RINDOLF! HOW ARE YOU?
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: something you need to know about beth is that
-                     you must always greet her with ALL-CAPS.
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Heh heh.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  beth: jennray is trying to learn Perl and she has a
-                     problematic code. jennray: will you please post it to the
-                     pastebot now?
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Yeah, OK.
-        &lt;pasteling&gt;  "jennray" at 127.0.0.1 pasted "Problematic Code" 
-                     (16 lines) at http://sial.org/pbot/3326
-             &lt;beth&gt;  hmmm… jennray, are you sure you want to use a '*' in the
-                     regex on the last character and not on the whole string?
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Oh! It affects just the last character?
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  Yes. You need to cluster it by using (?:mystring) or
-                     capture it using (mystring).
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Trying…
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  It works!
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Thanks beth and rindolf!
-             &lt;beth&gt;  no problem. i'm here to serve.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  beth++
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: whenever someone helps you you must increase 
-                     their karma by plus-plusing them.
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  rindolf: ah, OK.
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  beth++
-                  *  beth hugs jennray
-        
-    </programlisting>
-</section> <!-- End of Section "BETH!" -->
-<section xml:id="she_still_is"><info><title>"She still is…"</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-    Erisa continued to tutor me, and I continued to learn new things. Perl
-    is positively huge and has many nuances. Eventually, Erisa told me that I
-    was good enough to start contributing to open-source projects. She
-    recommended looking for interesting CPAN (= Comprehensive Perl Archive
-    Network) modules, adding automated tests, doing bug-squashing, and maybe
-    even adding a feature or two.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    That's what I did, and found myself contributing to various modules. Then,
-    one day, Erisa approached me as I was taking things out of my locker.
-    "Jenn, ", she said, "I told my Mom about you, and now she bugs me about
-    inviting you to dinner at my place. Would you like to come?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Sure! I'd love to come." I told her.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Good, it will give you a chance to see my computer and I'll show you 
-    what a working environment of real men and real women is. Not the sissy
-    environment that I recommended you to start with."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Heh." I said and smiled.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    We scheduled for the next day at 19:00. So, the next day, I wore some of
-    my best clothes, and prepared myself for two hours. As I looked on my final
-    form in the mirror, I said to myself, that I probably would have looked 
-    better than Erisa with much less effort. And so I walked to Erisa's home.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    She answered the door. Looking at her, I noticed I was probably right - she
-    did look awful. "Hey Jenn,", she said, "please come in.".    
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Now I can warn you that my family likes to call me 'Eve'. I don't mind it
-    too much, but to avoid bad habits, you should refer to me as 'Erisa'."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "OK. Why did you change your name in the first place?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Well, every person should have a right to choose his own name. My parents
-    called me 'Eve' because they wanted a nice Hebrew name. I, on the other 
-    hand, am trying to be unique and individualistic, so I renamed myself."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "I'm never going to change my name. I like it a lot."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Girlfriend, it's you who succumbs to society, not me."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    Then I noticed a young boy (dressed perfectly normally) descending down
-    the stairs, he looked at me, and said, "'Eve', is this Jennifer?".
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Righto.", Erisa said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    I approached him and said "Jennifer Raymond! Nice to meet you. Are you
-    Erisa's brother?".
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Yeah, ", he answered, "my name is Daniel Siegel."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Nice to meet you, Daniel."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Nice to meet you, too, Miss Raymond."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    "Hey, you can call me Jennifer."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-    He looked a bit puzzled, and after a few seconds said "Whatever." and ran
-    to a different room.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, as a good hostess, let me tell you what there's to do here."
-        Erisa addressed me. "In the living room we have video games, a DVD
-        player, and a VHS player. My family has bought a large selection of
-        movies and video games. I have, for a long time, frowned upon this 
-        practice, as it pumps money into the content industry's lawsuit 
-        machine. Nevertheless, I still don't mind using them once they
-        are purchased."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "My personal computer is in my room up-stairs.", she added, "There
-        are a couple of things I like to show you there."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I'd love to see your room. And to meet your parents." I told her.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, let's go to my room now, OK? And then we can find other 
-        entertainment for you until the food is ready."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        And so I followed her up the stairs. Erisa's room reflected upon
-        her personality. While the walls were white (luckily) it was filled
-        with posters of Heavy Metal bands, with activism posters, with 
-        a large amount of books (some of them were covered in Hebrew 
-        writing). It also had a lot of disorder. In one corner, stood a desk
-        with a nice PC computer beneath it, a flat screen on top, and a 
-        keyboard.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Erisa took the seat next to the screen and hinted that I should take
-        the seat next to her.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "See, this is Debian - a distribution that real men and real women
-        (trademark) use. It is maintained by a group of packagers worldwide,
-        is controlled by an organization instead of one of those companies
-        that don't really care about their users."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "The first thing you should notice is that I login with a text mode.
-        Newbies dig an X-login, but it causes many problems. After you are in
-        a virtual console, you can start X-Windows [= the Linux windowing 
-        system] using 'startx'."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "And here's IceWM - a usable window manager that actually does not
-        eat your computer's resources like KDE or GNOME do. Other people
-        use fluxbox or whatever, but Ice works for me."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Cool, I said. I suppose I can give it a try. It does not seem to
-        have as much eye candy as KDE does."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Eye candy in - memory and speed out."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Heeee", I giggled. "Anything else you want to show me?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, can't think of anything now. Why don't you go downstairs and
-        meet my family. The food should be ready soon."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I went downstairs. Daniel was watching a film I really liked so
-        I joined him in watching it. Eventually, Erisa's mother called 
-        everybody to say that the food was ready.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Erisa's family talked a lot during the meal, and I joined them
-        whenever I could. I noticed that they called Erisa "Eve" (as
-        she had previously noted). The food was delicious.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        After the meal, Erisa's father and older brother had volunteered to 
-        clear the table, and her mother asked me if I'd like to look at 
-        Erisa's photo albums. "I'd love to," I said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        As a girl, Erisa was super-cute. "Us being Jews, she grew among lots
-        of Jewish and Israeli kids, and she learned Hebrew very quickly. She
-        also eventually learned how to read it, even without diacritics. 
-        Some of our Israeli friends and relatives were amazed at her mastery
-        of the language, and said her accent hardly revealed her true
-        birthplace."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "She was so proud of her Jewish heritage and culture. Here are some
-        pictures of her during her Bat-Mitzvah."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I looked at them with interest. "So when did she become such a…"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Punk? ", Erisa interrupted me, "That's alright - I fully acknowledge
-        this fact."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, ", said her mother, "around the age of 14. She started 
-        staying away from her usual friends, dressing weirdly, colouring her
-        hair in flashy colours. We don't believe in dictating our children
-        how to lead their life, so we just let her be."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Was it because of her interest in computers?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Oh no,", she said, "she's been tempering with computers since she
-        was a little girl. She used to invite her friends, both girls and boys,
-        home and show them how to play games and program. It was all very 
-        social. We don't know what happened. She was always so caring for
-        other people."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "She still is…", I said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Erisa smiled and then went back to reading her book. After a short
-        while, she said, "You know, I'm not exactly Miss Altruism here. As
-        much as I think commercialization is evil, and Big Business is
-        aiming to ruin our country and the world at large, I still think
-        tangible goods and especially people's time is something that does
-        not have to be given away."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Fair enough," I replied, "I can agree with that. So?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, just, for your information, by charging people from my time
-        alone, I now have over 20 thousand bucks in the bank."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You're kidding?" I asked surprisingly.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "She isn't. " Erisa's mother replied.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "How did you earn all of that?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, Mom and Dad finance my food, my clothing, and school, so I
-        don't have to worry about that. I used to work during the Summers for
-        software shops, and I also give lessons (as is the case with you), 
-        work as a freelancer and have other gigs."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I'll give you an extreme example: one day, in the very beginning of
-        the Internet craze, this old man sent a mail to a mailing list I was
-        a member of asking for help trying to form a web-site of his own (with
-        pictures of his grand-children, and stuff like that). I told him,
-        that it won't be scalable to create and maintain the site for him,
-        and that he should learn HTML. It turned out he was living in the
-        other side of L.A., so I said that I will be willing to teach him
-        that, if he pays me for my entire time, including the long rides."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "So he agreed and I actually taught him. Took a long time. You know,
-        people his age can sometimes type very slowly, and he was not
-        exceptional. After that, when he learned HTML, I told him that I'll
-        be willing to host it on my server for a uniform monthly fees. He 
-        agreed."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "So I got a lot of money teaching him and now I get a constant
-        stream of cash from him. He and his wife actually now totally dig
-        having a web-site, and they fill it in with reviews and recommendations
-        of their favourite movies, recipes, bio's, memorial pages, and stuff
-        like that."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I shed a few tears and wiped them with my elbow. "Erisa, " I told her,
-        "that is one of the sweetest stories I've ever heard. You must be the
-        most compassionate girl in the world, and…"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "'Compassionate' my ass!", Erisa interrupted me, "I'm charging this 
-        poor old man instead of just hosting him on my server, free of
-        charge."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I still think it's very sweet of you."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, Blondie, sweet or not, my time and my resources are not 
-        distributed freely. It's a tough world and if you want to make
-        it a better place, you should not give away your time, because
-        it's too precious to be costless."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Blondie, again?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Erisa grinned. "Jennifer, the only reason I call you Blondie is
-        because I'm a sweet compassionate girl who totally digs your hair
-        colour."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I reached to hug her. "No hug!" she snapped at me, as I stopped,
-        and retreated, while she returned to her book.
-    </para>
-</section>    <!-- End of Section "She still is…" -->
-<section xml:id="mime_poe_xul_other_beasts"><info><title>MIME, POE, XUL and other Beasts</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-        I continued to learn new things everyday. With the help of Erisa,
-        I learned about C, (which is much sexier than Pascal), Internet
-        Network programming, writing web applications, some GUI programming 
-        (very hard to get exactly right, but still fun), working with
-        databases, and more. Erisa gave me problems like "fix at least three
-        of the bugs in the bug-tracker of project foo", or "add a new feature
-        to project bar".
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        One thing I discovered was that reading code and understanding it
-        was difficult. Much more than writing it. But after I understood how
-        it worked, I could implement the fix or the new feature reasonably
-        easily.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        The IRC was also a great help. Whenver I encountered a problem,
-        I could join the appropriate IRC channel, and ask about it. If that
-        did not work, I usually tried searching the web, or posting to the
-        local Linux User Group's mailing list, or to web-forums. IRC was a
-        very nice experience: I met many people from all over the world,
-        and chatted with them endlessly. Many of the chats were fun, but
-        quite redundant, but a lot of them provided new insights or gave
-        me useful new knowledge. There was only one thing that bothered me.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        When working on my homepage, I could very easily express myself. I 
-        was able to put pictures, sounds, hyperlinks, styled text, and files
-        there. This was much more difficult in the IRC that was text only,
-        with a few pretty useless embellishments, URLs that had to be copy 
-        and pasted, and all kind of other limitations. I wanted more.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        In one of the LUG meetings, Jeff, some other guy called Ervin, and I
-        chatted between ourselves before the presentation, and somehow we ended
-        up discussing the IRC. So I brought this along.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "So, maybe, " said Jeff, "we need to create a new IRC protocol, that 
-        will allow such media. God knows I heard some people say they also
-        want to be able to use Mathematical notation. Ever been to a Maths
-        channel before? The expressions there are not a pretty sight."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Ervin and I laughed, and Jeff joined us.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "So we need a new protocol? What are we going to base it on?" I
-        asked.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Well, on MIME probably.", Jeff said. MIME is a standard for sending 
-        and receiving data and sub-data, identifying its type, etc.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Tell you what?" he said, "we can write a prototype for a server in
-        Perl or Python using POE or Twisted." I was surprised to realise
-        that I knew what it meant.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yeah, " I said, "and let's write the client in Mozilla's XUL. That
-        will give us all the media handling for free."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Nice thinking, Jenn, " Jeff said, and we gave each other a high five.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "But then we have lots of potential security issues, which we would
-        like to avoid, and we need to think of a robust protocol." I added.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "So let's go to the black-board and start designing everything." Jeff
-        said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        We scribbled a lot of boxes, arrows, buzzwords, state machines and
-        all other kinds of things. It was Erisa's turn to give a
-        presentation and when she saw everybody next to the blackboard, being
-        involved in the design, she was immediately puzzled.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "What are you doing?" she asked.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hi Erisa! We're designing the next generation IRC protocol, with
-        many improvements over vanilla IRC."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yeah, like Media support, styles, Maths, a more robust and
-        powerful protocol and more features, etc. It was Jenn's idea."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Interesting", Erisa said, "since you all seem to be so much involved
-        in it, I say that we delay my presentation in an hour. Jenn, I'm
-        running out of things I really need to teach you, and you may wish to
-        embark on this project, just to try and get closer to a demi-god
-        status for yourself."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        I blushed. "Sure, Erisa. It sounds very exciting. I don't know how
-        good a coder I am. Can anyone here become my partner for pair
-        programming?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Lots of people volunteered. "Jeff,", I addressed him, "Will you be 
-        my partner?" I felt I could trust him.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Sure, why not. If only to make my girlfriend jealous. OK, Jenn
-        and I will write a spec [= specification] together and send it
-        to you. Jenn do you know DocBook?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Heard about it, but no."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Then I guess I'll have to teach it to you. It's not that hard."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Cool. ", I said, "Now back to designing this baby…"
-    </para>
-</section>
-<section xml:id="evil_html_email"><info><title>"That would be as Evil as HTML E-mail is…"</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-        Jeff dropped by a few days later. I offered him a drink and we
-        chatted about the latest Linux developments, then we went to my room.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Jeff instructed me to checkout a certain initial working environment 
-        he prepared for working on DocBook documents in advance, from its
-        version control repository. We then started to work on the
-        specification.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        DocBook is very verbose in comparison to HTML or any other
-        document format I knew until then. Here's a small glimpse of it:
-    </para>
-    <programlisting>
-        
-&lt;orderedlist&gt;
-    &lt;listitem&gt;
-        &lt;para&gt;
-            First Item.
-        &lt;/para&gt;
-    &lt;/listitem&gt;
-    &lt;listitem&gt;
-        &lt;para&gt;
-            Second Item.
-        &lt;/para&gt;
-    &lt;/listitem&gt;
-    &lt;listitem&gt;
-        &lt;para&gt;
-            Fourth Item. Just kidding! It's the third.
-        &lt;/para&gt;
-    &lt;/listitem&gt;
-&lt;/orderedlist&gt;        
-        
-    </programlisting>
-    <para>
-        But with a lot of fast typing and copy and pasting, it was pretty
-        much OK. DocBook can be translated into a great deal of other formats:
-        HTML, Acrobat Reader PDF, Microsoft Word, and even UNIX man pages. We
-        routinely did the conversion only to HTML, but occasionally converted
-        it into PDF as well.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        We made a lot of progress that day, despite the fact that Jeff or I
-        initiated some breaks sometimes. It's really good to work in pairs
-        like that. At the end of the day, we checked in the most recent
-        version into the version control repository, uploaded the specification
-        in its various final formats to a pre-designated web-site, and sent
-        a link to what we had so far to the Linux User Group's mailing list.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        The next day, when I checked my E-mail, I saw several messages about
-        it. It also caused a flame-war. ("Media-enabled IRC? That would be
-        as Evil as HTML E-mail is."). Anyway, some of the input was useful,
-        and some people even said they may be able to donate some time and
-        help us out.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        Jeff and I finished the specification after two more meetings like
-        that. We submitted it as a "Request for Comments" document, and
-        started working on the client and the server.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        This took a while as we both had to learn Mozilla XUL, but we were 
-        able to get a working version in a relatively short time, that 
-        implemented a subset of the functionality. It was pretty neat talking
-        with it, even though we were only two people there. So we set up a
-        testing server for it, packaged the client and the server as 
-        media-irc-client and media-irc-server-perl (versions 0.2.0 for both)
-        placed them online on a web-site, and announced it on Freshmeat. (the
-        uneducated reader should know that freshmeat.net is a site that 
-        categorises software for Linux and displays news of their recent
-        releases.)
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        It was a project of mostly just our LUG for a time being. Erisa decided
-        it was a cool thing, and kept using the bleeding-edge of the
-        software and talked with it. She also contributed some very nice
-        patches (= changes that are both human readable and easy to apply) to
-        it. Taylor got very enthusiastic about it ("You're a first-class
-        hacker now, Jenn!") and kept suggesting ideas for the code, and doing 
-        clean-ups. Even Jeff's girlfriend, Amanda, who wasn't particularly 
-        technologically-inclined (well to be honest, she wasn't a computer-
-        phobic, either) used it to talk from work and home, and reported bugs
-        and stuff.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        We opened a channel for this on the old-fashioned IRC, where we could
-        coordinate the efforts if the server broke down, or if we needed
-        something simple. Eventually, we also started a mailing list for the
-        developers. Other of the user-group's members gave a hand or lurked
-        on the mailing list. It was all a lot of fun. 
-    </para>
-</section>
-<section xml:id="triz"><info><title>TRIZ</title></info>
-    
-    <para>
-        At one of our semi-weekly gym sessions, Taylor and I discussed
-        the latest happenings and traded gossip. Somehow the conversation
-        got to Taylor's current girlfriend, Rebecca, and then Taylor said:
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Becky broke up with me."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Really?" I said. "I'm shocked. I actually kinda liked her, and
-        you two seemed so happy together."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "I know, I liked her too."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Are you OK?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yes, I'm fine. In any case - I have a great idea for a very nice
-        girl I'd like to ask out, and wanted to for a long time."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Really? Who?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Oh, I want it to be a surprise."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Fair enough", I said and we decided to go back to exercising.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        The next LUG meeting, I arrived relatively late, only to see
-        Erisa standing with her back against the wall, next to a guy
-        standing facing her with his hand on the wall. They were talking
-        happily and Erisa laughed a lot. It was obvious from Erisa's movements
-        that she was feeling flirtatious.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Another one bites the dust." I thought to myself and decided to
-        approach her. "Hi Erisa!" I said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Hey Jenn, what's up?" Erisa said and then the guy next to her turned
-        around to see me and said "Jennifer, hi what's up?". It was Taylor.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Taylor!" I said surprisingly, "… hmmmm, can you and I talk outside
-        for a moment? Out… side…?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Sure. Erisa, can you excuse us?" he said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "No problem.", she said.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        After we went out and got farther away from the room I said, "so it's
-        Erisa, isn't it?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "You mean the girl I'm asking out? Yes."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Are you out of your mind? Don't you know how she treats her dates? 
-        She usually asks them not to call her back!"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Yeah, I know. Not always, though. And I feel that she became
-        a lot more solid since she started tutoring you."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Possibly. But she's still full of it."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Jenn, don't worry too much. We'll go on a couple of dates and if she
-        won't be interested, I promise to you that I'm not going to get
-        hurt. But it's worth giving it a shot."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "OK, " I said, "so when's your first date?"
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "Friday's night."
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        "OK", I wasn't particularly happy about that. I cared too much
-        about both of them.
-    </para>
-    <para>
-        When I returned home this night, I started talking on the #perl
-        channel again, my mind still occupied by this.
-    </para>
-    <programlisting>
-        
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Hi all, I'm back.
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: hi!
-             &lt;beth&gt;  hi jennray!
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Hey beth, rindolf.
-                --&gt;  perlygatekeeper has joined #perl
-  &lt;perlygatekeeper&gt;  Good morning, #perl!
-             &lt;beth&gt;  good morning, perly!
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  Hi perly!
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Hi perly.
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  Can I consult you guys on a personal matter?
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: shoot.
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  OK, here goes: my best friend (a boy) has started dating
-                     a good friend of mine, who treats her dates awfully,
-                     and looks positively awful (purple hair, too much and
-                     inconsistent makeup, and general neglect).
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  She's not really what was his type of girls so far, so
-                     I'm afraid he's going to get hurt. What should I do?
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  jennray: TRIZ!
-          &lt;jennray&gt;  rindolf: what's TRIZ?
-          &lt;rindolf&gt;  TRIZ == Theory of Inventive Problem Solving.