Letter to Bill GAtes from a Japanese Windows user



since your legions of programmers have not yet made an operating system that doesn't crash at least once a week, you may want to take a cultural lesson from Tawara-san. He suggests that those "error messages from Hell" in Windows crashes should be replaced by beautifully flowing Japanese haiku poetry.


First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.

With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

The Web site you seek
cannot be located but
endless others exist

Chaos reigns within.
R! eflect, repent, and reboot.
Ord er shall return.

Aborted effort.
Close all that you have.
You ask way too much.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.

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.
This page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will

Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

So, Gates-san, if you can't give us something that works, at least gives us something that crashes like the gentle waves on the idyllic shores of Matsushima islands... ;-)