That barely scratches the surface of being a renaissance man.<p>To be a renaissance man just of computers, one has to have a clear understanding of the material, philosophy, money and culture flows; to experience the plight being imposed on miners in developing countries exporting rare metals and other materials that are refined and put together by tireless hands at sweatshops called the assembly line as shiny devices, to commiserate with the people who design it under the ever changing requirements and availability and shipping dates, to argue with those who work with the abstract and absurd fashions and philosophies of programming, to share the responsibility of the managers for hiring and firing the students and the family men and friends, and to sweat with the sales people at every step along the way.<p>When the renaissance man understands this, not only because of reading about it, or observing it, but having experienced it all, from the mining of the elements to the laying of the cables back to the ground, from the fluffy cloud pictures on the whiteboard to the actual nebulous reality of internet, he seeks to improve his skill, the living conditions of his family and neighbour, and the economy of his current living quarters, city and country, by working more diligently and more wisely.<p>And whether he succeeds or fails, the renaissance man thanks and reveres his God, and lives jovially with his neighbours and honouring his enemies.<p>That currently certain type of software happens to work easiest on a specific set of technologies, is but a mere detail, if well understood and fully mastered, to the renaissance man of computers. Reading the article, he would be delighted in his neighbours' interest in learning more, but might also be saddened by their strong self-importance that reinforces their narrow-mindedness.<p>End of rant.