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There is a relationship between being a musician and a good developer.
There is none, as far as I know, between being a poet and a good developer.
Just some wank in HR trying to be creative.
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may be the HR person read this quote somewhere..
"programs are written by developer and sung by system"
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I laughed out loud at this! Reminds me of a sci-fi book I read long ago, "The Ship who Sang"
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Ri_ wrote: recent studies show coding is closer related to language skills than maths
I just can't let this one pass. That is complete and utter garbage. I couldn't learn a foreign language to save my life, but I can certainly design and write software.
In college, I had to take each semester of language twice because I couldn't pass it the first time, one I had to take four times. I spent three times as much time studying for each of those classes, as the hardest of my computer classes. I just barely managed to pull D's in my language classes though all that hard work. In contrast, the computer classes were easy, and required practically no studying for the straight A's I got on them. If there's a brain that's not wired for human languages, its mine.. which if the conclusions of that study were actually correct, would mean that I couldn't possibly write software.
Ri_ wrote: Considering how difficult it is to separate engineering wheat from chaff
That poetry requirement is obviously just a way for the HR staff to reduce the number of applicants that they have to filter through. In other words, they've found they are unequipped to filter applicants for their technical merits, so they threw something in that will reduce the number of applications to a level they find more manageable. Besides, they probably get to have a good laugh at the attempts of poetry they get from applicants.
We can program with only 1's, but if all you've got are zeros, you've got nothing.
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My experience has been the opposite. I studied two musical instruments and two foreign languages at school, and was routinely awarded poetry prizes, but left Maths behind very early on (bad teachers ).
For me the thing with music is the structure, the patterns, the chord progression, melody development etc. In language it is the vocabulary, the specific meaning of a word and the different nuances in meaning between two similar words, finding the right word for precise expression (e.g. sad vs melancholy or humiliated vs embarrassed).
Those are also the two aspects of programming I enjoy - structuring the app and coding it in an effective way. The satisfaction of solving a difficult problem well and producing software that performs as advertised - best feeling in the world. It's like you beat yourself every time you write better code
As to technical merits - I have no diplomas or degrees, so by your estimation I shouldn't even get a foot in the door, even though I'm a competent coder. Very generous of you
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My wife is taking more graduate classes in education, and she says this is the new trend, esp. in "hip" companies.
Oh, well, guess no one there will be old enough to get the "Burma shave" reference...
vuolsi così colà dove si puote
ciò che si vuole, e più non dimandare
--The answer to Minos and any question of "Why are we doing it this way?"
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I had it only once...They asked me to write a two page story in my native language...Not a single person in the entire company could read or understand Hungarian...This was a real fun...
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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Volt, valóban, mert nem olvastam magyar vagy a történet nem a magyar?
If that doesn't mean anything, feel free to blame Google Translate.
You have just been Sharapova'd.
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It can be fun ti play with Translator...Like the game we had when you whisper a sentence the next to you in a circle and wait it to come back on the other side. As you can only once to whisper the final sentence rarely resembles the original, which cause much fun...
It was, indeed, because I have not read the story or not the Hungarian Hungarian?
(I doubt that was the original sentence )
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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Kornfeld Eliyahu Peter wrote: Like the game we had when you whisper a sentence the next to you in a circle and wait it to come back on the other side. As you can only once to whisper the final sentence rarely resembles the original, which cause much fun...
Which in English is named "Chinese whispers"
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I'd have made a Haiku:
New pair of glasses,
Bug never passes,
See sharp ?
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Visually Best (VB).
TOMZ_KV
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I love this but in the spirit of proper haiku[^] I submit:
Client demo fails.
Despite new pair of glasses
you cannot see sharp.
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This would be my poem:
Sorry, but I only work for bona fide companies.
Don'tcha just love the way it synchopates in the third stanza?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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a 40-60 word poem about your current or a recent position.
Ready for test.
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Well done. Good luck with the application.
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David Days wrote: Please write a 40-60 word poem about your current or a recent position
Right:
As a youngster, I was thin and straight,
But later put on some weight
A Position of mine
Was sixty-nine
But now it is eighty-eight!
PooperPig - Coming Soon
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I think it's brilliant. In one fell swoop they've got a guide to how well you communicate, how you respond to unusual requests, flexibility, and all manner of other stuff whilst giving those who might be rather less serious about applying a fence they probably can't be bothered to jump. And they've given themselves a bit of entertainment in the process. Tis a thankless task reading these forms. How University Applications staff don't go stark raving mad is beyond my ken (although, thinking about one from my college days, perhaps they do!)
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If it's for their own entertainment ("Dance, my puppets, dance!!!"), then I'm all for it--that's my kind of company.
My whole family has done the radio-drama thing with telemarketers. Dad and mom pulled an "Oh my god! You're telling me I have cancer!?!" routine on a lady calling about supplemental cancer insurance. And I got 3 levels of supervisors one time while discussing how many of my goats I would have to sell to get into the "great oil futures investment opportunity."
vuolsi così colà dove si puote
ciò che si vuole, e più non dimandare
--The answer to Minos and any question of "Why are we doing it this way?"
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In my metropolitan area? You would probably be the only applicant. I once applied for a position with an education agency and they then wanted me to get a certified copy of my degree before sending the stuff to the hiring manager. A year later the same job was still posted on the boards. Clearly that wasn't working for them.
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Nice. How about a John Donne inspired poem like this:
My code doth not float upon a cloud
but treads upon the bits of earth.
Its view does not inspire unchecked sums of devotion
rather it is an efficient declaration
of such human contrived variables
that inherit from the base and simple.
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I like internet social media but I am opinionated and getting tired of BS behavior of so called administrators on “popular” site which for obvious reasons will remain unmentioned. But it starts with first letter of an alphabet.
While participating in a discussion, one of the censors contributed to the resolution of the problem by making the following comment:
""--- Quote ---How are you going to explain this to your professor if another student makes it work? Or if the professor has a GPS that works?
--- End quote ---
That would be quite amusing. Student A demonstrates. His works. Student B demonstrates. Hers works. Doaa-Sawaftah demonstrates. Hers doesn't work. Explanation? "GPS doesn't work in Palestine". Whole class bursts out laughing.""
I found this offensive and called such comment as coming from “pathetic moron” and “poking his nose into what is not his business”.
Of course my comment was deleted within an hour and I have been banned from posting there ever since. Reason - constant whining!
OK, big deal.
The real kicker – every time I access the site ( I have ongoing project I am helping with) my banishment date keeps moving further away at random intervals.
Talking about petty “little napoleon” of “Some like it hot” fame.
I guess I better not attend any bithday party decorated with big birthday cake.
Cheers Vaclav
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