Having behind us the hipster masses of this neighborhood and The City, supported by the trust-funder interests, the slacker interests, and the layabouts everywhere, we will answer their demand for a tech standard by saying to them: “You shall not press down upon the brow of baristas this crown of thorns; you shall not crucify The Mission upon a cross of tech.”
“Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate’er it touches; and obedience
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, A mechanized automaton.”
Open your mouth and enjoy the Google seed.
Having behind us the hipster masses of this neighborhood and The City, supported by the trust-funder interests, the slacker interests, and the layabouts everywhere, we will answer their demand for a tech standard by saying to them: “You shall not press down upon the brow of baristas this crown of thorns; you shall not crucify The Mission upon a cross of tech.”
“Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate’er it touches; and obedience
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, A mechanized automaton.”
– Percy Shelley –
Fancy talk from a guy who habitually hung with Lord Byron.