Although I am _quite_ happy in the Unix monastery, I will note that it does have a few drawbacks. Of course one is that we don't seem to be quite as good as th

Although I am _quite_ happy in the Unix monastery, I will note that it does have a few drawbacks. Of course one is that we don't seem to be quite as good as the Redwood Forest or the Apple Orchard builder at foundations... every time you try to build a home on a new tract of land, you find something not-quite-perfect about the way the home interacts with that land (this is especially true of mobile pieces of land, known as "icebergs"). Another is that while I'm all for life-long-learning, it's exhausting the amount of seminars you have to attend to really keep up with modern building techniques (e.g. composite materials made of beryl, or e.g. quantum chromodynamic xorgs), which is necessary unless you're willing to live in somewhat out-of-date cast-offs from elder members of the sect, at their leisure (they're generous enough to make those donations to novice members like myself on their own schedule, but they get pretty grouchy pretty fast if you ask them to customize your house FOR you). That, and of course as we all know there are a few pieces of furniture that one just can't fit in through the front door of one's monastic house. For this purpose I choose to rent a cottage over in the Redwood territory to hold some of this esoteric furniture. My favourite is this Steam-powered monstrosity full of Valves, but your aesthetic tastes in furniture may vary. Ah well. One of the reasons I (mostly) live over here in the monastery is my irrational faith that work (or at least preemptive laziness) shall set me free.