> I evaluated that tiny program and ran it. It worked. Somewhere in my brain, I felt a distinct click. I was done. No longer configuring, but configured. The wo

> I evaluated that tiny program and ran it. It worked. Somewhere in my brain, I felt a distinct click. I was done. No longer configuring, but configured. The world had conspired to give me what I wanted. One of the most-real expressions of human-computer interfacing I'ce read. I believe most people's comouters cobspire against them by having the pretense of doing what most people want; they pre-bake what they are. Paul got what paul wanted. The thing became, clicked into piece. Embarking upon this deeper wrangling of information & forms, having growing constructivist competency to see & explore our data & our systems... this is human computing.