Poetry for the Math-ez . . .Computers, Science Majors, Amazing Gracie and the Big Bang Theory Too!

(title to be read in the voice of daffy duck)

Recently in the English 101 Class I cUrrently teech, I came across one of my favorite challenges so far this year.  You see it’s poetry week there and I have decided to write this blog in the interest of education as the process will serve 2 purposes:

one as a place to store material for teaching poetry to computer techs in the class

(peephole who by virtue of an oppressive no child left behind except for poets education. .  .have been so sadly and desperately deprived of the critical thinking beauty in poems!)

2.   second as a place to show my students what a bad first drafter I can be)

aND writing these thingis on the spur of the moment.  AS such, I will reZIst any and all urges to write another draft before I push that there publish button to the right of my screen.  So here it is.

FIRST I think I will share this sweet little gem from youtube, that is sure to please the nerd person in your life. ..so don’t worry

here I have gotcha covered on Valentine’s Day!

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmZaIhzMmCA]

and here is a math word that has been used by poet friends, but to me, it’s a bit confusing.  Something to do with numbers and counting stuff, which I never could master at:

fibonacci

edit: I am adding this one from another student, the girl who recommended my class to him:

this one is solid and tight and cosmic, kids so SO DO NOT SKIP IT!

Now that you have seen the appetizer, here is a salad:

more inane babbling from me about how amazing those both were and then

the big bang guy love:

and some of this action perhaps:

a dinner poem from this awesome computer creative writing for techies website:

http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/cppoem.htm

from Denny Davis, the blog’s author:

If Dr. Seuss were a Technical Writer

Here’s an easy game to play. Here’s an easy thing to say.

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort. And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort, Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, And the double­clicking icon puts your window in the trash, And your data is corrupted ’cause the index doesn’t hash. Then your situation’s hopeless and your system’s gonna crash!

You can’t say this? What a shame, sir! We’ll find you another game, sir!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house Says the network is connected to the button on the mouse, But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol, That’s repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall, And your screen is all distorted by the side affects of Gauss, So your icons in the windows are as wavy as a souse, Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang, ‘Cause as sure as I’m a poet, the sucker’s gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy’s getting sloppy on the disk, And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary RISC. Then you have to flash your memory and you’ll want to RAM your ROM. Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom!


The Tao of error haiku

(Johne Cook) (Error messages as they might appear if Bill Gates were Japanese)

A file that big? It might be very useful. But now it is gone.You seek a Web site. It cannot be located. Countless more exist.Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return.Yesterday it worked Today it is not working Windows is like that.First snow, then silence. This thousand dollar screen dies So beautifully.With searching comes loss. The presence of absence. “June Sales.doc” not found.The Tao that is seen Is not the true Tao Until you bring fresh toner.Windows NT crashed.I am The Blue Screen of Death.No one hears your screams.Stay the patient course.Of little worth is your ire.The network is down.

A crash reduces

Your expensive computer

To a simple stone.

*************

Three things are certain:

Death, taxes, and lost data.

Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream But the water has moved on. Page not found.Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will.Having been erased, The document you are seeking Must now be retyped.Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank.Seeing my great fault Through darkening blue windows I begin again.Printer not ready Could be a fatal error. Have a pen handy?Errors have occurred We won’t tell you where or why. Lazy programmers.Login incorrect. Only perfect spellers may enter this system.This site have been moved We’d tell you where, but then we’d have to delete you.To have no errors Would be life without meaning No struggle, no joy.There is a chasm of carbon and silicon the software can’t bridge.

Cheap Spell-Checker

Eye halve a spelling chequer

and then I believe it is time to say goodnight, gracie (with a blooper too which will drive the first draft point right on home. .. and a wish from me to have an extra fabulousness day in the morning too.  xoxo:

oh and by the way, i tooootally covered my plagiriasm bases already by saying this is only to be used for education and entertainment purposes.  No poets were harmed by getting paid in the process.  🙂

Thank you for your help, Deidre B.!  🙂

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