About fools - observations made on the street, in transport, in other places.

deniS yatsutkO

peaple.out (bidiot.log v. 2)

0.

A few days ago I announced the closure of the bidiot.log project.
because library visitors began to repeat themselves and I decided that
Most of the possible nonsense has been exhausted. I hurried.
Human stupidity is immeasurable and inexhaustible - in my lifetime, according to
at least that's enough. 

Deciding this time not to limit ourselves to the ignorant and foolish,
coming to the library, I decided to include in this file and
observations made on the street, in transport, in other places.
Apart from unveiled ignorance and outright stupidity, I
I will try to highlight their manifestations, but hiding under masks
traditions, customs, stereotypes, etc. Thus, it will be
something between bidiot.log and the Tochka project. From
the last peaple.out will be distinguished by the absence of 1) analysis
non-oral texts addressed not to me, 2) recordings of my
own emotional and physical states outside of connection with
concrete actions of real people and 3) futurological
reflections, although complete unemotionality and complete absence
I won’t promise any lyrical digressions. 

1.

A stern, stocky housewife stands next to the control table,
clutching the paw of the spoiled one in her crushing fingers
overgrown son. 

“We need a book about Germany,” she says to someone sitting at the table.
control to the employee. 

- On the history of Germany? By culture? In economics? -clarifies
employee. 

- What difference does it make to you?! - almost screams indignantly and suspiciously
visitor. 

- The difference is that it depends on the specific topic in which department
You need to contact. 

- How do I know!.. The main thing for us is that about Germany,
in German... It doesn't matter what... 

- So you’re talking about Germany or in German and it doesn’t matter what?.. 

- We speak German... You could have asked yourself right away. 

- What to ask? - the employee is perplexed. 

- What language do we need? 

2.

The girl sits down at the computer, launches Ie, opens
start page - search engine www.google.com. Girl a second
hesitates, and then enters into the Google search bar:
"www.google.com" - and presses Enter. 

I ask her: 

- What are you doing? 

- I'm looking for the "Cities of the World" website. 

- What do you enter into the search bar? 

- I was told that I need to dial this in order to find what I need
necessary. 

Serial reality in action. 

3.

Next to each computer in the sector there is a cardboard with the "Rules"
use", where it is written in Russian that it is unauthorized
You can’t install anything and there’s no ftp - don’t even try.


A young man sits at the computer with a dissatisfied face and sometimes quietly
swears. I'll see what he's doing. 

It launches the self-extractor with the Cuteftp installation.
A dialogue window pops up asking where to unpack.
The young man taps there: ftp://ftp.blablabla.narod... 

I set my usualquestion: 

- What are you doing? 

- I need ftp. For some reason I can’t send files to the site via http
are poured. But I don’t understand how I can get it here... 

- Yeah, okay. But what are you doing anyway? Can you explain to me
the meaning of your mysterious manipulations? 

- I do ftp. 

4.

A man and a woman are walking down the street. Both are about 40 years old. They are talking,
smiling. They clearly treat each other well. Man
hugs the woman around the waist. She changes her face and around the corner
punches a man in the face, then moves away from him by
a couple of steps. 

He: 

- Have you gone mad or what?! I can hit it too. 

She: 

- I told you not to do this on the street! People
all around! 

He: 

- So what, what about people?! 

She: 

- Indecent. 

He: 

- Your mother!.. In any case, this is more decent than fists
wave... 

She (quite seriously and even with some feeling
nastiness): 

- Pervert! 

5.

A woman walks into a library bookbinding shop and asks
from the master: 

- Can you make a binding for a boy? 

6.

I hate mediocre bastards. 

The word "theme" has lost its meaning. The undergrowth comes,
asks: 

- Do you print out topics? 

- Explain... 

- Well, the topic... about thirty pages... 

Other: 

- Do you sell themes? 

Bitches, whore! Bastards... Two decorated monkeys in lilac,
glowing with stupidity a mile away: 

- Where can I get coursework topics? 

- At the appropriate department.- No, we need whole topics, on a typewriter... 

Fucked up! Last school year there were fewer morons. Higher
It’s time to eliminate education in Russia as a deadly danger
for humanity a system of lies, corruption and other abominations. 

A dirty, stinking schmuck comes in. Asks: 

- Does your printer print? 

- Printing. 

- Oh!.. I need thirty pages of exo... existentialism... 

FUCKING!!!!!!!! Who let this stinking creature into
library?!!! Who allowed this understaffed primate
appear in the city center?!!! Russian state
disgusting. And among the currently existing public political
I don’t see a single force that could fix this... 

In universities, it’s time to introduce canings for students and executions for
teachers and clerks. 

7.

While serving in the army, I read "The Fourth Vertebrae" by Marty Larney and
some sense of national superiority inherent
I then, due to my youth and age-related stupidity, was happy
stupidity and savagery of the Americans described there, somehow forgetting about
much earlier described - at least by Ostrovsky and Fonvizin -
wild Russians. Today, September 12, 2001, I observed
a blatant picture of savagery and geographical illiteracy of their
compatriots. 

City park. Several women and girls are sitting on benches.
I hear an excerpt of the conversation: 

- Well, their government didn’t work at all. President out
Finally I was on vacation in Canada. 

-Not in Canada, but in Florida. 

- One hell of a lot - not in America. 

- Isn’t Florida in America? 

- And not in Cuba? 

- Well, right... Where is Cuba? 

8.

The surreal creature is the director's secretary. "Studying"
in absentia at the philology department. He hardly knows any words. Shy in front of everything. All
Keeps documents in one file, formats everything with spaces.
Recently I rammed a floppy disk and a note with it: “File V.doc -
print or rename." Came today, holds out more
one note: "Visual Basic, Classics, Wagner, Mozart -
Su-Depom". ~Once every three weeks it tries to “open the address” (i.e. -
check your email). At the same time, each time he forgets a) the password and
login, b) what are “password” and “login”, c) where and why are they
enter. 

9.

-Are you open? 

- Yes. 

- How much do thirty pages cost you? 

- Thirty pages of what? 

- Well, an essay, of course. 

10.

- Will you help me download Rambler onto a floppy disk? 

11.

Lena is currently studying at the philology department. Often brings wild crazy
news. For example, this semester the class schedule is
Faculty "makes a computer". As a result, the entire faculty
became a hostage of someone's crooked hands and lack of brains
administration. Practical lessons in some subjects are worth
in the schedule before the theoretical course on the same; again
hours of disciplines already subtracted in previous semesters are entered
etc. To comments about obvious idiocy and basic inconvenience
this state of affairsteachers and administration only
spread their arms, accompanying this gesture of self-removing
powerlessness (or laziness and disregard for the matter?)
with the following words: “What can we do?
The computer compiled it this way." 

The myth that the computer “does (decides) something (or even a lot)
itself", or is amazingly tenacious and widespread among
"uninitiated", or it is too convenient, but for the sake of one's own
excessive convenience and ease of tension can also affect
uninitiated... and even stupid... and even - in front of their own
students. 

12.

A reader comes up and quietly whispers in my ear: “I want
paste into Rambler..." 

It turned out that she has mail on Rambler, but she wants
just transfer the text from the MSWord document to the body of the letter. 

13.

A completely crazy incident. 

A girl comes in and asks: 

- Can I choose the topic of my thesis? 

The design is such that for the above-described moronic use
the word "topic" does not seem to be the same. Let me clarify: 

- Why here? They didn't give it to you at the department? 

- Which department? - answers. - I must first
decide on the subject - should I write in Russian or in
literature... 

I remind the reader that I work in the non-book media sector
information from the regional scientific library and that consultation
students on choosing a topic for their thesis research in no way
is not included even in the most broadly defined circle of my official
responsibilities, andthat's why I say: 

- Hmm... Well, choose, girl, decide... I do what I can
Can I help you? 

- How is it - with what? Provide me with a list of thesis topics, I
I'll choose. 

“Girl,” I say, “you clearly came to the wrong address.” Where are you
Are you studying? 

“At SSU,” he says, “at the philological department.” 

“Here,” I say, “Go to SSU, there, for linguistic and literary studies.”
departments, talk to teachers, ask what they are like for you
topics offered... 

She interrupts me: 

- We were told to choose ourselves. 

“Moreover,” I say, “What do you want from me, Lord?”
Think, choose... 

“So,” he says, “will you give me a list or not?” 

- Damn it! Where did I get this list, in your opinion, maybe?
take it?! 

She, also noticeably nervous, reports: 

- My sister graduated from the philology department last year!.. What are you doing?
Do you look at me like I’m a fool?! She's in the library looking for a topic
picked... 

“Listen,” I answer, “if a student chooses a topic
thesis in the library, this does not mean at all that he is here
they give you some kind of list for this... And then, why did you apply
specifically to our department? 

- Because your sister was looking at your list! 

- I don’t understand what you want... 

She slammed the door, first loudly and offendedly declaring:
"Okay! I'll go somewhere else!" 

In what other place was she going to demand some
mythical “list of dissertation topics”?.. 

And on the same day, forlunch, I thought about what I might want
this one is crazy. She probably wanted to look at the fucking
online collections of abstracts, finished works on what topics are there
already have it to choose a department and a “scientific supervisor”,
Based on these realities, don’t write the diploma yourself, take a ready-made one.
Well, if I guessed right, then it’s not my fault that, finishing the philology department,
this young lady has not learned to express herself clearly... However,
she didn't learn it anyway - even if she wanted something
another. 

14.

I remembered... 

When I was a student I ordered it from the reading room of the SSU library
collection of articles about the art of A.K. Tolstoy. They brought it to me
I open the content and see: “Image of a tractor...” Stop, I think,
some bullshit: what kind of tractors? I look at the cover - exactly! -
"A.N. Tolstoy. Articles about art." I tell the librarian that,
they say, I need Alexey Konstantinovich, and you need Nikolaevich
They brought it... She snorted and clasped her hands: 

- Well, here's another one! I’ll also select them for you by patronymic!
Read what they gave! 

15.

An employee of a neighboring department told today how one girl
she almost foamed at the mouth and demanded a “biography of Hamlet.” 

Particularly humanitarianly advanced people will now begin
theorize that, they say, why not... Gentlemen,
Believe me, what you meant was not at all what you mean:
this "reader" simply does not know all those words that flashed
just in your many-mindedheads. 

16.

The reader asks: 

- Please download DOS for me. 

- Please... 

I reload his box in DOS and go about my business. He
a minute later he calls me over and points at the screen with his hand
DOS prompt and asks: 

- What happened? What is this? 

“This is DOS,” I say, “You asked for it.” 

“Well, what,” he says, “should I do about it?” 

“Hello,” I say, “How do I know what you should do about this?” you
asked for DOS - here's DOS for you. What else do you want from me? 

- Well, there should be some kind of screensaver, buttons... 

17.

A young man with enviable tenacity and serious concern
face for two and a half hours in every possible way
search engines were looking for something under the query “Soviet architecture”.


18.

I wander around the store shelves, looking at all sorts of devices.
An aunt walks nearby - one of those who wear cotton robes at home "in
Turkish cucumber" and identical red hair on aluminum
curlers. The aunt's gaze suddenly stuck to the super-sophisticated
a joystick with a bunch of all sorts of clitoris. After looking at him for a minute,
she turned her head looking for help, saw me,
asks: 

- Young man, will you help me? Tell me, what is this? 

“Joystick,” I say. 

- And if you connect it to the TV, will there be Internet? 

19.

Quit. Worked in advertising for four months, promoted new
technology to life. Returned. I'm working in the library again. Sector
non-book storage media.Phone call. I pick up the phone... 

- Hello, is this the Internet? 

20.

The administrator complains about the headmistress. Says she expressed
dissatisfaction with the fact that the help desk has several
computers. 

- How much do you need? - asked the admin. 

“One,” answered the headmistress. 

“No problem,” said the admin, “I’ll remove it.” 

“Only...” added the headmistress, “Join him.”
several monitors so that several people can work... 

Then the admin swore a lot. 

21.

Another girl ordered a search for a completed term paper. I don't
found it. She left, a couple of days later she comes back asking to print
title page. I put it to print, look - the topic is the same,
which she ordered. I ask: 

- Found it, after all? 

- Oh! - he says, - you won’t believe it! I had to write everything myself!
Simply terrible!.. And what are they doing there, on their Internet?.. 

22.

A woman came from the museum. Asks: 

- They say you have a CD burner? 

“Well, yes,” I say. 

- Tell me, we have this idea... Buy one for the museum,
take music from the Internet and write it onto discs... Is it possible?.. 

- Well, perhaps... - I say, - How is your channel - fast? And how
are you paying? Do you pay for traffic? 

“Oh, you know,” he answers, “I don’t really understand all this... But
There are people who understand us... This is all important, right? But this is
everything can probably be solved, right? 

“Probably,” I say. - Why do you need this at all? Well,buy
CDs in stores - already with recordings... 

- No, well, you don’t always find what you need in stores...
For example, you need to perform some specific
classical work by a specific performer or at least
on a specific instrument... Well, and all sorts of new things in stores
don't appear right away... 

“Hello,” I say, “so on the Internet they are also far from
appear immediately... If they appear at all. The one who did all this
plays and records music, he wants money for his work...
And as for the specific instrument... This is for you
a classic work, most likely, you need to download it first
will be, listen, and only then will you find out what it is
tools, etc. Add descriptions to classics
works, indicate performers, etc. few people think
necessary... And the quality of the recordings downloaded from the Internet is
often leaves much to be desired... They post music on
formats with strong compression, and compression degrades quality
sound. Some deliberately put it in poor quality - like,
trial version. Some people squeeze to the point of disgrace in order to
download less... 

“Wait,” he says, “Isn’t it so - that since there’s something there?”
put, then it’s all in the best quality and with the most detailed
certificate and so on? 

“No,” I say, “It’s not like that.” 

-Where are they looking? 

- Who? 

- Well, who makes the Internet... The bosses... Who's responsible for everything?
answers?- How can I tell you... You see... On the Internet, strictly speaking,
there is no management... 

- Oh... It's a disgrace... And who puts everything there? 

- Well... Who wants... 

- Terrible... So, there’s no need to throw away the records yet? 

- What records? Why throw them away? 

- Well, we have comrades who say that records are only
take up space that all this has been outdated for a long time... It is necessary, they say, everything
throw it away because everything is on the Internet. You can take it
from there, burn it onto CDs and sell it. 

23.

Two girls came and asked: 

- Can we look at your mail? 

Based on the question, I realized that they couldn’t handle it themselves, let me clarify: 

- Will you do this yourself? 


“No,” they say, “We don’t know how.” But will you help us? 

I say yes, I’ll help, I explain how much it costs, they
They head to the checkout, I slow them down and clarify further: 

- Just in case, sorry... You already have an email address
mail? 

“Yes,” they say. 

- And his details, i.e. password, login Do you know? 

“Yes,” they say, “We have it written down.” 

- OK then. Go pay and go behind the fourth car, I
I'll come now. 

They go, pay, come back, sit down, come up, give me a piece of paper. On
The piece of paper says: "www.rima1980.ru. E-mail." 

- Hmm... So, - I say, - Where is the login-password? 

- And here, - pointing a finger at “www.rima1980.ru”, - Exactly
the same... 

- Well, let's try. 

I enter "www.rima1980.ru" into the address bar... Dick.There is no such thing
addresses. I actually thought so... 

“Girl,” I say, “someone gave you this address?” you
were you present at this? 

- Well, no... The young man did this... He told me later
I wrote it down on a piece of paper. He said it was an email and that it was important to remember
"rima1980" because that's what you need to log in. 

- Where did “www” and “ru” come from? 

- Well, I finished writing... I know that on the Internet everything starts with
"www" and ends with "ru"... 

Holy shit... It just amazes me how people like to speculate about
fools, "by the bells", who heard, but do not know where,
everything, everything in this world... Lena is now writing a paper on Russian
agnonyms... There is finally death, people answer questionnaire questions,
define words, for example: "Halibut is a Hindu
national clothing worn by men. His halibut was
dirty and torn"... I, about the Internet, "know that
everything starts at www", they try to open everything in Word
and at the same time they sometimes try to “teach” me... How do they live? I don't understand. They don't know words, they don't know how to do anything,
speak... And they simply wouldn’t be able to do good... But they endow
words with some arbitrary meanings taken from the ceiling,
apply things... how can I define this more precisely... not even
on a whim, not intuitively, but simply due to the narrowness of ideas about
world, namely: they eat everything with a spoon, on holiday they drink vodka, on
on a computer, everything is done with a mouse click, in extreme casescase - indicate
as a program that needs to open everything, MS Word. I wonder
why aren’t there corpses lying here and there: these creatures simply have to
constantly kill each other and themselves - accidentally, due to
stupidity and inability to handle things... Too much
freedom... Too much. 

24.

A young man and a girl sit at the computer for about an hour, then they call
and they ask me: 

- And if we haven’t found the abstract we need on the Internet, what should we do?
do? 

I shrugged my shoulders and advised him to shoot himself. 

25.

In the periodicals department, an elderly asshole nervously flips through the front
the face of a department employee filing a file of some color
weekly. 

- You see? - He yells, - Thursday! And here? It's Thursday again! Let's look
next one is Thursday again! It's Thursday again!!! Where are the others?
numbers?! Why is the file incomplete?? Is this a library or what?!
Some kind of mockery... Here, it's Thursday again! 

“This is a weekly magazine,” the employee answers, “It comes out according to
Thursdays, here, read: “Publishes on Thursdays.” Do you see? Why
Did you assume that there should be some other numbers here? 

- But my article??? Where is my article?? I sent them a long time ago
article. Just in case - even twice. She's not here. No!
This means that not all numbers are here. Once on Thursdays, I'll check now,
Is it still Thursdays here... 

26.

The employee says: 

- I mastered Windows, I mastered the Internet, and I mastered the printer.
mastered... Now I would also like to master the desktop and in general
TV.27.

I teach an employee some bullshit and say: 

-... so... now reboot... 

And I intercept her hand, reaching for the 'Reset' button. 

“This,” I say, “is not necessary to do.” 

I show how to reboot, to which she remarks: 

- I thought it was the same thing... 

“Yeah,” I say, “How do you turn off the computer?” 

- Well, I save the document and click on this button. 

Points a finger at Power. 

- Have you ever noticed a blue screen at the beginning of loading from
message that Windows was shut down incorrectly
and what needs to be done to complete it correctly? 

- Oh, well, every time it turns on, there’s something blue and
He writes something, but I don’t read it: I still don’t understand. 

This very “I still don’t understand” characterizes the attitude
a huge number of people to a huge number of things - not
only to computers. They don't even understand - they don't try
understand, do not even admit the thought that they are able to understand, nor
seconds are not interested in what exactly is worth understanding, because...
once forever delineated for themselves the boundaries of what is understandable, but - thus
no less - they want, without understanding, without knowing, to use with
maximum benefit for oneself (not return, but precisely benefit -
from “to gain”, “to guess”). And every time they have something wrong
it turns out that they blame manufacturers, sellers, stars, weather, aura and
etc. This is the Consumer Society in the most vile sense. A
all sorts of current onesreforms of education and language, it seems to me,
aggravate the disease. In general, before allowing a person to
Windows ME, Kodak-KE cameras and canned ready-made
food products must be taken from him, meticulously and with
addiction, exam on DOS commands, camera, for example,
FED or Zenit-E and the ability to peel and sort potatoes
buckwheat. 

28.

A funny lamer came, pretending to be a cool Unixoid,
a type not particularly familiar with Windows. Sat down at my computer
asked if there is a command line in Windows and where it is located
(like, he doesn’t know, yeah...), and when I showed him, he importantly entered there
ls command and was noticeably shocked when it was executed ;) Then he
for another ten minutes I tortured my Windows with all sorts of man's, along the way
retelling to me all sorts of popular articles about the coolness of Unix with
in such a way as if he created this very Unix himself. However, it's working fine
the responding men touched him. Then he pulled it from the Internet
some garbage in gzip and asked hopefully: 

- Windows won’t understand Unix compression, will it? 

I say: 

- I have Gzip. 

He: 

- What do you mean? 

Me: 

- Well, I have gzip, everything is fine, in the directory
c:depotutils. 

He looked in and saw the files gzip.exe, tex.exe, etc. and
said triumphantly: 

- A-ah-ah... I see... Unix does it all itself. 

29.

About food. 

I don’t know what you need to be to live in this society... An elephant? 

I wanted to fry a couple of steaks for dinner. Yeah... First of all,find meat
at seven or eight in the evening - it’s crazy. Secondly, it's for sale
it’s in pieces that could feed a battalion... And nowhere
don't cut. The most expensive, considered the most sophisticated in terms of
service, etc. grocery store in the center of Stavropol -
"Pushkinsky". There's a huge pile of meat lying around - about the size of one and a half of my heads.
size. The meat is not bad. I tell the saleswoman: 

- Cut a couple of records from here, please... 

- Where to cut it! - he is indignant, - He’s already like that
small! 

Damn... I visited almost all the shops in the city... They don’t cut it. Nowhere.
Where, they say, cut it, take it whole... As they agreed. And for me
You don't need these crazy kilograms. I need to eat for once.
Bitches. 

If you order sausages of less than two hundred grams, they snort and make faces
they build, cut off 300-350 and ask: “Will this work?” This is in
at best. Or they even refuse to serve you at all. 

Lena and I went to the market to buy rats. We decided on a banana at the same time
eat. We approach the aunt, who has all kinds of fruit on the counter.
lies, Lena asks: 

- Weigh these two bananas, please. 

The aunt asks incredulously: 

- What do you want? 

Lena repeats, the aunt snorts and, turning away, says: 

- Oh, get out of here! I don't sell bananas for two! 

In a cafe I ask for 200 Rkatsiteli and 25 Calvados. Barmaid
makes a face and says: 

- We don’t pour 25. 

And if only it was a matter of volumes, portions, weights... 

I buy all sorts of things at the stallproducts, among other things - nuts in
coconut glaze. I point my finger at those lying in the window,
I say: “Here they are.” They serve completely different ones. “No,” I say, “Here
like that." 

“But we don’t have those,” he says. 

- Why do you have these on display in your window? 

- What's the difference? 

Lena buys bagged coffee. Orders with chocolate. To her
served with some other filling. She points it out
saleswoman's attention. The saleswoman is indignant: 

- Oh, how picky! Take this one. I'll still be here for you
search... 

Lenin's classmate orders at the university (SSU) buffet
salad and cake. She is served a salad on a plate and a cake -
just like that, hand in hand. The girl asks to give her some cake
plate or saucer. The barmaid is indignant: 

- Here's more! I put it in my mouth and that’s it. I'll be here for the cake
dirtying an extra plate! 

The girl asks for at least a napkin. They answer her: 

- I only give napkins for hot and fatty dishes. 

At the same time, there is an announcement on the buffet that this buffet is “fighting for
title of the best in SSU." At SSU, however, all buffets serve each other
stand: just one look at the dishes in which food is served can
immediately vomit - everything is so dirty and greasy... Cleaning lady
may come to you and dirty age-old decaying fat
use a smelly rag to move around your salad. Maybe, having decided,
that you have already eaten, without asking, put your plate on
a mobile table with dirty dishes, andwhen you get angry
with your never washed fingers, without letting go of them
the rag described above, pick your plate out of the pile of dirty
dishes and food waste and place them again in front of you. That's all
real, not a bit exaggerated facts, damn it...
Surrealism is all around us... 

I'm not saying that they don't just use disposable cups there.
many times, but even when students crush them, workers
the buffet straightens them out and puts them back into business. 

30.

Unauthorized installation of any programs on computers
library readers are prohibited. However, not everyone
keep track - from time to time you have to clean and
uninstall all sorts of launchers for porn sites, "accelerators for working with
computer" and other rubbish. 

Today there was an interesting incident. After the work of one of the readers,
I discovered that the computer he was using was shared
drive a:. I sat down at this computer, changed the access parameters to
Just in case, I looked to see if anything extra appeared.
Appeared. Some kind of semi-left media player, associated as
default application for almost all audio and video formats. 

I tried to uninstall - horseradish: drive a: is poked and that’s it.
Crap. I went into the registry and found a lot of interesting things: an application
was installed completely on the flop (which the reader,
Of course, he took it with him). All mentions of the player in the registry
referenced drive a: except locationinstallation package,
which was listed on the desktop, but was actually discovered
by me in the basket. Song. I cleaned the registry manually, bullshit, but I
I wonder what this reader wanted to do? Most likely
I think he just wanted to copy the player onto his floppy disk, but
the bad habit of solving all issues with a thoughtless mouse click
The icon played a cruel joke on him. I believe that drive a: it
also shared in the process of his mysterious actions with the aim of
transferring this damn player there. 

What’s great is that this man has been coming to our department for two years now and
has had a computer at home for a long time. I will never understand this form
life... 

31.

The following letter arrived: 

Hello, Denis. My name is Alina, I am studying to be a political scientist in
RSUH. Firstly, I want to thank you for your work (even though you
they didn’t write it for me, but it helped me so much, and in fact
even helped out). I mean "Political Metaphors in the Media"
(This work is meant - my note, D. Ya.). Indeed
good job. I scoured the internet looking for something about
theory of metaphors and was going to write about Chubais (coursework), but here
such luck! For the first time I took someone else's work and shamelessly
passed it off as her own. And just a couple of days ago I found out that she
My supervisor liked it so much that he gave it away
it for a competition of student scientific works (ALREADY GIVEN IT away!!!!!). I
I just don't know what to do! To be honest, right awayappeared
the idea of asking a hacker friend to somehow remove yours from the network
work. But... I’m already ashamed. Now my most sassy
life request: Could you take it away for a while (for a month or two)
coursework and diploma website? I understand that you are not in Moscow
live, and so I would like to thank you somehow... in advance.
Please answer me what is your opinion on this matter. Alina
Tereshchenko 

Funny, right? It is clear that I, in general, wrote this work to order,
i.e. also contributed to the deception, but - I led my
student-customer all year, interpreting every word to her and
achieving one hundred percent understanding. In fact, I was doing
functions not so much of a contractor, but of a scientific supervisor and
several more teachers. By the time the work is submitted, my
the customer could have written such a thesis herself. 

Actually, I don’t mind that the girl who wrote to me
I took advantage of this work: that’s why it’s online. I
I’m not even particularly outraged that Alina simply passed her off as
my own (but still a little indignant... I need this work and
the customer was sorry to give it away: I was so wonderful there
developed the original scheme). But ask me to also delete
text from the net... Hmm... 

I think so: you copied it, passed it off as your own - be able to admit it,
do it openly, or at least, if you get caught, be able to bear everything,
what will happen to you for this (if any). For example, when I was studying,
several timesseveral works that I thought were stupid
formality, I just didn’t take it at all, I expressed
teachers their point of view on this canoe... and got theirs
ratings: in a couple of cases it was “failure”, and more often it was “excellent”.
When I taught at a university myself, I also tried to approach students
individually and whether a person fulfills/fails to fulfill certain
I never considered specific jobs to be the determining factor for
final assessment, etc. In the end, it's not about grades. And
especially not in victories in student work competitions,
especially not in fake victories. 

Alina writes that she is ashamed. This means that she went into something
against one's own axiological system. Will this one bring her
case for a revision of this system or, on the contrary, for its
strengthening? And how much it depends on whether she falls for
lie or not? 

32.

The deeper into the forest, the thicker and bolder the partisans... 

A teacher came today - a student of the Institute for Advanced Studies
qualifications of education workers. She asked me to dial her
title page and another page for the "qualification
material for obtaining higher qualifications in correctional
pedagogy". I typed, and since I know that the requirements for
the design of work is different in different universities, I ask: “Font,
sizes, margins? 

She answers (attention...): 

- Well, the font is at your discretion, but no margins are needed... 

- How, - I say, - Not necessary at all? 

- At all, -says, “Make it borderless... 

Well, I understand that she probably means something completely different.
what she says, but she’s planning to get higher qualifications
as an educator! 

I made it completely borderless for her. She will lament: 

- Oh, but the white... the white at the edges should probably be left...


Let me clarify: 

- But you said to do “no” fields at all? 

“Well, yes,” he says, “there’s no need for margins, but leave the white.”
a little bit... 

“What,” I ask, “do you mean by fields?” 

“Well, this,” she draws a vertical line on the sheet of paper with her finger,
- look, children are drawing in notebooks... But this is adult work... 

Yeah, there’s no market, this is an adult’s job... When will they give me
shooting license? 

33.

Leisya, the ringing song of the bear!.. It seems that I’m already starting to love
our surreal readers... In my sector
Now we are undergoing renovations, we are sitting “as a guest” - without a network, without a printer, etc.
Today I went to the neighbors: I needed some garbage
print... I observed the following: the girl asked the employee
type the title page of the course work, gave a handwritten sample,
where it was written in blue and white Russian: "...
specialty "Finance and circles" (Sic!). 

Squares and fucked up. I won't even comment. 

34.

A real idiot came. It was sent to us from a public
legal information center, where he has already gotten everyone. Gift,
damn...A man comes in with a bunch of some bags and string bags and, strangely, spinning
eyes, asks: 

- Could you tell me where I can find out the selective
UN law? 

- Kh'a... That is?.. 

- Well, I want to run for the UN. Have you seen what they do? A
I know how to do it. I have all the projects. 

- Mm... The fact is that the UN consists of countries, not individuals.
They are, of course, represented by people, but these people are not elected, they
are prescribed. 

- Who appoints? 

- The state... That is, who exactly does this in Russia, I don’t
I know, but I assume that either the president or the minister of foreign
business 

- So... - the man thought and scratched his turnip. - But Sergei Mironov did not
can you appoint me there? 

I stopped and asked who Sergei Mironov was. 

- Well, of course! This is the most important person in our country -
Chairman of the Upper House... He cannot order the President
or to the minister so that I can be appointed? 

“No,” I say, “It can’t.” In addition, such places may
only a person experienced in political affairs should be appointed,
expert in international law, etc. Do you know international
right? 

And then the idiot finished me off: 

- Can I run for UNESCO? Or to the Council of Europe? 

35.

It's no secret that these notes of mine are quite popular on the Internet.
Sometimes I use the spylog to track which sites people are coming to me from.
Often these turn out to be forums with links to “bidiot.log”
or "peapl.out"accompanied by heated discussions of the
of various nature. Sometimes I am for these records, and most importantly - for
the conclusions I draw are strongly criticized, accused of lack of
"intelligence" (sic), for example... Sometimes readers are with me
agree and even sympathize, and recently I met at one
forum absolutely magnificent comment to bidiot.log -
a person wrote: “Looking at the illiteracy of today’s youth, I
I'm scared for the future." 

Damn, even if he's scared... 

36.

They bring an old man from the humanities department with a piece of paper in his hand.
and they say: “Denis, we couldn’t find it in our catalogue...
Maybe you can look on the Internet?" 

I take a piece of paper from the old man, it says: “Esther, Chapter 9.” 

“Well,” I say, “And what can’t you find—the Bible?” 

- Oh, - they say, - What is this - the Bible? 

And now I’m thinking: when will schools and universities start working normally?
teach literature, history of religion, cultural studies? 

37.

A girl sitting at one of the sector's computers reads "Rules
use", his face changes and calls me in fear. I'm coming.
She says: 

- Oh, and you write here that users are not allowed to
programs to install and that violators are deprived of their rights
use... oh... but I needed it, I didn’t know...
Forgive me, please, I installed Altavista for you here... 

- What did you install? - I say. And I myself think: Altavista, or something,
now, like Yahoo! and Yandex,some "bar" offers
stick it in Explorer? I look at the screen - no bars, it seems
would... And the girl, after hesitating for a minute and a half, explains: 

- I looked on the Internet - there are no Altavistas... Here... Well, and
I had to install it manually... 

A half-minute investigation clarified the situation. It turns out
by searching for the line www.altavista.com in the address bar history
browser and not finding it there, the girl decided to type the URL with
keyboards. After some time, doubts began to gnaw at her -
Is this behavior acceptable on her part? - and she, just in case
case, I decided to re-read the rules, where I read about the taboo on
unauthorized installation of programs. Feeling like I'm under
threat of lifelong deprivation of the right to use our services,
the honest girl, however, decided to confess her
crime... Both laughter and sin, as I have repeatedly, it seems,
I was talking here, or at least thinking... 

38.

A girl takes a very long time to write a letter in the online interface
postal service. While writing, her session (probably due to
inactivity) stops, and when she presses the button
“Send” instead of the long-awaited “Your message has been
submitted", sees a request to log in. Clicks on "Back" - dick
- the text of the letter is lost. He turns to me and asks me to "return
letter." I say that’s it, and I suggest to her that
protect yourself from this in the future, write a letter in text first
editor and thenalready log in and use the clipboard to send the text to
transfer the body of the letter. And then she told her three times in a row
I show you how to do it. 

- Do you understand? - I ask. 

“Yes,” he says, “But I can’t do that.” I'm better again
I'll try first, as usual. 

Well damn... 

- What can’t you do? - I ask. 

- Well, here... what you showed... 

“Come on,” I say, “I’ll show you again, and then you yourself
try it, and I’ll look and correct it if something is wrong... 

“No,” he says, “thank you... I still can’t do that... 

Damn, I wonder how to even read and write it back in the day
taught... They were probably heroic people... 

39.

The employee said. 

The phone rings, she picks up and hears: 

- Hello, hello. Can I talk to the internet? 

40.

P.S.

A short afterword. 

Reading online discussions of this and previous texts,
I noticed that there is a very widespread opinion among readers that
my business is not to judge the “moral and ethical side” of applicants
requests, but to fulfill them without complaint, that “the customer is always right” and
etc. 

So - FUCK. 

The client cannot always be right. An approach that proclaims
the client’s unconditional rightness, is deceitful and has one single goal
- grab more money, but at least the grass won’t grow there. I'm like that
the approach is deeply alien. In general, the term “client” is too impersonal and
universal. Let me remind you that we are talking mainly about readers
scientific library,students and graduate students, people who through
for a year or two they will teach children, teach at a university, manage
other people at work, to heal the sick,
design buildings. And, if such a person does not really know how
is called his specialty, and generally cannot connect the two
words, but at the same time strives to get his fucking
"crust", I think that he should at least be given
feel what a schmuck he is: let him think for a minute,
What will it be like for him if (when?) the freebie ends. Maybe
at least one in a hundred will come to their senses after this. 

There are also often remarks: they say, I would start it with my own
computer courses in the library, etc., they say, and I would earn money,
and would increase the literacy of the surrounding people. There are courses. Once every
every week I conduct free five-hour training seminars on
which I explain to the listeners in great detail everything that they
interested. Needless to say that a) those who need “whole topics
on a typewriter" or "thirty pages of existentialism", for these
seminars are not attended, b) if a person has not been taught since childhood
think, two or three computer literacy classes are unlikely for him
will help. If a 17-20 year old person doesn’t know the word “adjacent”, I
I just don’t have the right to help him get his fake
"higher" education... Of course, I could, using all
your pedagogical and organizational experience and all your knowledge in
areas of mythological and psychotechniques,give two to three years to
bring one or two of these to a more or less normal state,
but, excuse me, I have slightly different plans for this time, which,
of course, does not in the least prevent me from denoting in the texts the very
the presence of problems and the degree of their neglect. Civic duty
writer, if you like. 

Next. Don't get hung up on the computer
literacy/illiteracy. When a person has no idea
about who Tchaikovsky is, or defends a dissertation written off,
this has nothing to do with the small number of computers in
The population has no property. 

Regarding the exclamations on the topic “what did the old lady do wrong?
(girl), if she's just..." Nothing. Not described here
only cases of clinical idiocy, but also simply funny
statements, reservations and generally everything that seemed to me
will be interesting to read. 

To everyone who “doesn’t believe that there are so many idiots in the world,” I suggest
count the number of entries in both texts. There are only 110 of them. A
at least fifty pass through my department every day
man. I, of course, do not keep a written log of everyone
visits: no one would read this; who are interested
normal dialogues with normal people? 

http://denisbooks.rema.ru/yatsutko/telegas/peaple.out.htm