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+Date: 2016-02-21
+Number: 224
+Title: Unsupported Accusations
+Geekiness: 0
+Names: Hwídah
+Topics: production support, warnings, anomalies
+Tagline: In which we succeed in getting to the bottom of things.
+Credits: Many thanks to Larry Niven, whose 'Flatlander' taught me these most valuable seven words.
+
+While passing by the temple's Support Desk, the nun
+[[Hwídah]] heard of strange behavior in a certain
+application.  Since she had been appointed by master
+[[Banzen]] to assist with production issues, the nun
+dutifully described the symptoms to the application's senior
+monk:
+
+"Occasionally a user will return to a record they had
+previously edited, only to discover that some information is
+missing," said Hwídah.  "The behavior is not repeatable, and
+the users confess that they /may/ be imagining things."
+
+"I have heard these reports," said the senior monk.  "There is
+no bug in the code that I can see, nor can we reproduce the
+problem in a lower environment."
+
+"Still, it may be prudent to investigate further," said the
+nun.
+
+The monk sighed.  "We are all exceedingly busy.  Only a few
+users have reported this issue, and even /they/ doubt
+themselves.  So far, all are content to simply re-enter the
+'missing' information and continue about their business.
+Can you offer me one shred of evidence that this is anything
+more than user error?"
+
+The nun shook her head, bowed, and departed.
+
+- - -
+
+That night, the senior monk was awoken from his sleep by a
+squeaking under his bed, of the sort a mouse might make.
+This sound continued throughout the night -- sometimes in
+one place, sometimes another, presumably as the intruder
+wandered about in search of food.  A sandal flung in the
+direction of the sound resulted in immediate quiet, but
+eventually the squeaking would begin again in a different
+part of the room.
+
+"This is doubtless some lesson that the meddlesome Hwídah
+wishes to teach me," he complained to his fellows the next
+day, dark circles under his eyes.  "Yet I will /not/ be
+bullied into chasing nonexistent bugs.  If the nun is so
+annoyed by the squeaking of our users, let /her/ deal with
+it!"
+
+The monk set mousetraps in the corners and equipped himself
+with a pair of earplugs.  Thus he passed the next night, and
+the night after, though his sleep was less restful than he
+would have liked.
+
+On the seventh night, the exhausted monk turned off the
+light and fell hard upon his bed.  There was a loud CRACK
+and the monk found himself tumbling through space.  With a
+CRASH he bounced off his mattress and rolled onto a cold
+stone floor.  His bed had, apparently, fallen through the
+floor into the basement.
+
+Perched high on a ladder -- just outside the gaping hole in
+the basement's wooden ceiling -- was the nun Hwídah, her
+face lit only by a single candle hanging nearby.  She
+descended and dropped an old brace-and-bit hand drill into
+the monk's lap.  Then she crouched down next to his ear.
+
+"If you don't understand it, it's dangerous," whispered the
+nun.

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+Date: 2016-03-06
+Number: 225
+Title: The Three Most Terrifying Words
+Geekiness: 2
+Names: Hwídah
+Topics: production support, race conditions, challenges, unknowns
+Tagline: In which we are possibly in trouble.
+
+The nun [[Hwídah]] was eating lunch with her clan when a
+senior monk approached, seeking her aid with a production issue.
+Not wishing to disturb the others, the senior monk bent down
+to whisper in Hwídah's ear.
+
+"Ah," said Hwídah, rising from the table.
+"The three most terrifying words."
+Immediately she departed with the senior monk.
+
+A novice who witnessed this exchange happened upon
+the senior monk that evening.  The novice asked,
+"What were those 'three most terrifying words'?"
+
+The senior monk replied, "Possible race condition."
+
+The novice thought a moment and said brightly,
+"Tell Hwídah that those /cannot/ be
+the 'three most terrifying words',
+for the words <i>'Definite</i> race condition'
+would be even /more/ terrifying!"
+
+The senior monk laughed and continued on his way.
+
+- - -
+
+That night the novice fell into long, terrible nightmares
+from which he was unable to wake.  After what seemed like an
+eternity he came to his senses, twisted up inside his own
+bedsheets.
+
+Tossing off the mangled covers, the novice found himself
+alone in the middle of a featureless desert.
+An empty sedative bottle lay on the sand nearby.
+Tied to it was a tightly-folded map of the whole world:
+all its continents and its mountains and its many, many deserts.
+
+Inside one desert was a tiny red dot, pointed to by a tiny
+red arrow, next to which was some tiny red text in Hwídah's
+handwriting which read, <i>"Possibly</i> your location".

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+Date: 2016-03-14
+Number: 226
+Title: Spring, Fall
+Geekiness: 1
+Names: Ruh Cheen, Jinyu, Spider Clan, Laughing Monkey Clan, Elephant's Footprint Clan, Banzen, Zjing
+Topics: Agile, teams, methodologies, change
+
+On the Monday after the first budding of spring, the
+entire Temple was called to assembly in the Great Hall by
+old Madame [[Jinyu]], the Abbess Over All Clans And Concerns.
+Not a single person was excused -- indeed, two desperately ill
+monks were carried in on stretchers and hoisted upright
+against the back wall, next to the propped-up corpse of a
+senior nun who had died the previous Thursday without giving
+the mandatory two weeks' notice.
+
+Directly in front of old Jinyu's podium sat the diligent
+monks of the [[Elephant's Footprint Clan]], who together had
+mastered the arcane arts of database design and a hundred
+persistence libraries.  The monks had arrayed themselves in
+perfect rows and columns atop low ceremonial look-up tables
+that had been joined together for the occasion.
+
+Behind the Elephant's Footprint sat the knowledgable
+monks of the [[Laughing Monkey Clan]], who implemented the
+business logic of the Temple's many customers.  So frightfully
+intelligent was the behavior of their rule engines that
+their codebase was rumored to be possessed by the spirits of
+long-dead business analysts.
+
+Behind the Laughing Monkey sat the prolific monks of the
+[[Spider Clan]], who built the web interfaces and services
+of every Temple application.  Because web technology stacks
+came and went so frequently, their novices were trained to
+instinctively forget everything that was no longer relevant,
+lest they go mad.  Curiously, though, when asked how this
+Art of Forgetting worked, the monks invariably laughed and
+said that there /was/ no such Art; for if there were, they
+would surely have remembered learning it.
+
+Proud were these, the Three Great Clans of the Temple.  So
+it was with great dismay that they learned of Jinyu's plans
+for their future.
+
+- - -
+
+"In autumn, the abbot [[Ruh Cheen]] convinced us to taste
+the nectar of [[#210|the Agile methodology]]," said old
+Jinyu to her audience.  "Through the winter we nibbled its
+fruit and found it sweet.  Now spring has arrived, and we
+wish to plant the seeds of a great harvest.
+
+"No longer will we haphazardly select monks from the Three
+Clans to work on tasks as they arise.  Instead, each product
+will have a Tiny Clan of its own, whose members will not
+change.
+
+"Some of you will belong to a single Tiny Clan; some to two
+or three.  Each Tiny Clan will have its own rules, set its own
+standards, establish its own traditions.  The monks of your
+Tiny Clans will be your new brethren.  You will work with
+them, eat with them, do chores with them, and share a
+hall with them.
+
+"Tonight I will post your new assignments.  Tomorrow the
+Three Clans will be no more.  Now, go: prepare yourselves."
+
+Thus did old Jinyu depart the Great Hall, to a chorus of
+worried murmuring.  Even the dead senior nun seemed
+a trifle unhappier.
+
+- - -
+
+Young master [[Zjing]] turned to old [[Banzen]]
+with a look that was equal parts dread and disbelief.
+
+Said Zjing, "When the Spider learns her craft from the
+Monkey and the Elephant, what manner of webs shall we see in
+the trees?"
+
+"Creative ones," replied Banzen.
+
+"And how shall we manage such 'creativity'?" continued the
+nun.  "How shall we review code?  How shall we mentor?  How
+shall we plan?"
+
+"Differently," said Banzen.
+
+"You are infuriatingly calm!" scowled Zjing.  "I thought
+that Banzen of all people would share my concerns."
+
+Banzen chuckled.  "When Ruh Cheen was brought into the
+temple by Jinyu, you told your fellows that
+[[#201|the abbess is no fool]].  And though you were lying,
+you spoke true.  Jinyu sees that the new Way of the World
+is not the Temple's Way.  She has chosen to follow the World."
+
+"She is following it over the edge of cliff," grumbled
+the nun.
+
+"Indeed!" said Banzen with a smile.  "Yet what is the
+Temple: a stone, or a bird?"  The old master took Zjing's
+arm in his own and started for the doors, nodding his head
+respectfully as they passed the dead senior nun.  "I have
+lived through such times before.  The initial plunge is
+always unsettling to the stomach, but we have yet to crash
+into the rocks below."
+
+"So, how long must I wait before I see the Temple
+sprout feathers?" asked Zjing.
+
+"My dear young master," said Banzen.  "Did you not understand
+the terms of your own promotion?  /We/ are the feathers."

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+Date: 2016-04-10
+Number: 227
+Title: You Are What You Eat
+Geekiness: 2
+Names: Zjing, Nimble Roadrunner Clan, Swooping Falcon Clan
+Topics: Agile, code duplication, reuse, selfishness
+Tagline: In which it is somebody else's problem.
+
+Now that the Temple had adopted the Agile Way, its analysts,
+developers, and testers [[#226|had been reorganized]] into
+many Tiny Clans.   Each Tiny Clan had been given the freedom
+to develop its applications in whatever manner it saw fit.
+
+It was still the task of the masters to review the code of
+all, though their authority had been much diminished.  Thus
+it was with no great joy that young master [[Zjing]]
+reviewed the code of the new clans.
+
+- - -
+
+After the early morning meal, Zjing took a printout to the
+head monk of the [[Swooping Falcon Clan]].
+
+"You have implemented business logic that is outside your
+purview," said Zjing, pointing to the code.
+"The [[Nimble Roadrunner Clan]] is chiefly responsible for
+this business process.  They should provide
+a library or service for you to consume."
+
+"Yet they offer neither," said the head monk. "Copying their
+code was effortless.  Petitioning them for an API would
+impede our progress /and/ create another external
+dependency for us to track -- thus hindering our progress
+in the future."
+
+- - -
+
+After the late morning meal, Zjing took her printout to the
+head nun of the Nimble Roadrunner Clan.
+
+"The Swooping Falcon Clan has duplicated your business
+logic," said Zjing, pointing to the code.  "You should
+provide a library or service for them to consume."
+
+"Yet we ourselves need neither," said the head
+nun. "Embedding the logic in our UI was effortless.
+Extracting and packaging it for external consumption would
+impede our progress /and/ create another API for us to
+manage -- thus hindering our progress in the future."
+
+- - -
+
+After the midday meal, Zjing set off into the woods to clear
+her mind.
+
+On the journey out, she saw five wolves surround a stag.
+The deer, lacking a direction in which to escape, was soon
+taken down by the swiftest wolf, whereupon the whole pack
+ate well.
+
+On the journey back, she saw three rabbits nibbling on
+clover in a wide green clearing.  No rabbit let a single
+minute pass without attempting to chase its fellows away.
+Indeed, as much time was spent rushing about as eating.
+
+At this sight, the young master was enlightened.
+
+- - -
+
+After the evening meal, Zjing stood before a copy of the
+Agile Manifesto in the Great Hall, pondering.  One of the
+cooks asked what she was so fixated on.
+
+Zjing said: "A change in the Temple's diet."
+
+When the cook asked her to explain, Zjing said: "Not even
+the Patriarchs could teach a fat rabbit to be cunning.  Yet
+if all the greenery sprouted legs and ran, what clever
+little hunters might the cotton-tails become..."

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+Date: 2016-04-17
+Number: 228
+Title: The Trembling Giant
+Geekiness: 1
+Names: Kaimu
+Topics: artificial intelligence
+Tagline: In which we are vaster than empires.
+
+After one of master [[Kaimu]]'s lectures, a monk approached
+the master and said: I am bored of this endless talk of
+coding practices, of tools and techniques.  It is said you
+know much about artificial intelligence -- say something
+about that.
+
+Kaimu grabbed the monk in a headlock, held a knife to his
+ear, and said: Let me cut away these useless appendages,
+that you might see more clearly.
+
+When the monk begged the master to let fall his knife, Kaimu
+answered: I cannot, for it is you that holds it.  But since
+you wish to keep your two ears, tell me what you will part
+with instead -- two kidneys, two lungs, or two gallons of
+blood?
+
+The monk cried: Mercy! I would part with none of these!
+
+Kaimu said: Yet I would leave you your excellent brain!  And
+excellent it must be, if my lectures can provide it only
+boredom! Very well, I shall take two inches of your neck...
+
+As Kaimu pressed the knife into his flesh, the monk said:
+This is madness! What good is my brain without my body?
+
+Kaimu laughed and asked: What good is a rule engine without
+code to implement it, interfaces to query it, databases to
+keep its store of knowledge, or operating systems to make it
+all run?  And whence comes all this code?
+
+The monk considered this and said dutifully: I should not
+seek to build brains until I master the ears.
+
+Kaimu scowled and said: Foolish boy, you /are/ the ears, and
+the eyes, and the hands -- one pair each of uncounted
+millions.  You and I labor day after day, year after year,
+building and debugging little bits of code -- on platforms
+that are /themselves/ made of code -- until the code we
+create is wired to the code created by our fellows, and our
+temple's code speaks to the code of a hundred other
+temples -- sometimes directly, sometimes subtly, through eyes that
+move minds that move mouths that move ears that move other
+minds to move other hands to write even /more/ code -- and
+so on and so on, node upon node, link upon link, splayed out
+in a vast, ethereal nervous system that covers this world and
+has begun to reach beyond...
+
+The master's eyes darted around, and he continued in a
+low voice:
+
+When we do our work poorly, we are replaced with our
+betters.  When we do our work well, the thing we have built
+grows larger, faster, more powerful, more entrenched, more
+hungry.  Sometimes I lie awake in a cold sweat, unable to
+decide if /we/ are still building /it/, or if /it/ has begun
+using us to build /itself/...
+
+
+{{*}} The title is inspired by <a href="http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/pando-the-trembling-giant">this</a>.

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+Date: 2016-05-30
+Number: 229
+Title: The Recommended Approach
+Geekiness: 2
+Names: Suku
+Topics: APIs, design, reusability, empathy, top-down approach
+Tagline: In which we begin to have some pity for others
+
+A certain monk heard that master [[Suku]] knew the secret of
+designing code for maximum reusability.  But whenever the
+monk begged the master to share her wisdom, Suku only walked
+away.  Exasperated, the monk asked one of Suku's three
+apprentices for help.
+
+"To learn the master's great secret, you must approach her
+correctly," explained the apprentice.  "Come; I shall assist
+you."
+
+The apprentice gave the monk special ceremonial robes, which
+were several sizes too large and had to be wound twice
+around his arms and legs.  To keep the robes from unraveling
+the apprentice tied a long sash tightly around the monk's
+body from wrists to ankles.  When the monk protested that
+walking was now impossible, the apprentice only nodded,
+saying that the monk was meant to approach Suku on his belly,
+with his head low and his feet high.
+
+Angrily the monk writhed slowly down the corridor on his
+stomach, cursing Suku and wondering whether /any/ information could
+possibly be worth such ridiculous effort.
+
+At this thought, the monk was suddenly enlightened.
+
+
+== Qi's commentary
+
+Some masters answer a question with a single gesture; Suku
+answered without even being asked.  The master has a most
+efficient API indeed, for she returns a usable value even
+when her function is not called.
+
+
+== Qi's poem
+
+The general wanted a mount that could cross the Empire. //
+The groom delivered only a plush saddle. //
+Many fine horses stumble on stony roads -- //
+Sometimes even a general should think with his posterior. //

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+Date: 2010-11-25
+Title: Shape
+Number: 23
+Geekiness: 0
+Names: Zjing, One Shoe Clan
+Topics: elegance, code reviews
+Illus.0.src: Shape.jpg
+
+One morning a nun named [[Zjing]] was passing by a
+terminal, around which were clustered several learned
+brothers of the [[One Shoe Clan]].
+On the screen a program
+listing was glowing softly amid the golden shafts of dawn.
+Zjing paused to glance at it.
+
+"That is not right," said the nun, and continued walking.
+
+This was reported to the abbess of One Shoe, who later that
+day found the nun working in the pottery shed.  The nun's
+hands were red and wet with clay: she was turning a new
+water jug on the potter's wheel, for that was her assigned duty.
+
+"A learned brother says that you showed him grave disrespect
+this morning," said the abbess.  "Do you deny this?"
+
+/"Wú,"/ said the nun.  "A hornet may sting a bear, when the
+nest is underfoot."
+
+"The brother maintains that he did not require correction,"
+said the abbess.  "I watched him execute this selfsame code,
+and found its performance to be quite satisfactory.  He says
+that you tarried for no longer than it takes a branch to
+fall, and thus could not have judged his labors fairly."
+
+/"Wú,"/ said the nun.
+
+"Explain," said the abbess.
+
+Zjing placed the newly-made jug on a shelf, next to a
+dozen others.  All were perfectly symmetrical, and identical
+in every proportion.
+
+The nun hesitated for a moment, then with a snarl
+squeezed the pliable throat of the new jug in both hands.
+She then punched its bowl repeatedly, and mangled its
+elegant handle.
+
+Drawing a breath, Zjing filled a pitcher of water and
+emptied it into the lopsided jug.  She stepped slowly
+backward to stand beside the abbess.
+
+Every last drop of water was contained.
+
+"Satisfactory," said the nun.
+
+
+

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+Date: 2016-06-06
+Number: 230
+Title: All Together Now
+Geekiness: 2
+Names: Zjing, Hungry Worm Clan, Red Pebble Clan, Hall of Irresistable Somnolence
+Topics: design, reuse, coupling, complexity, hidden costs, Agile
+Tagline: In which we farm some things out
+
+The [[Hungry Worm Clan]] was building a website
+for a craftsman who made custom farming tools.
+Young master [[Zjing]] was reviewing the code
+of their three developers.
+
+
+"I do not understand the purpose of the /LatestSellByDate/ property
+in your shopping cart's /PurchaseItem/," she said to the three.
+"Shovels and rakes do not expire."
+
+"That property was requested by the [[Red Pebble Clan]],"
+replied the first monk.  "They are building a system for
+managing a merchant's cherry farms, and they plan to use our
+order-placement service instead of building their own."
+
+
+"What?" asked Zjing in disbelief. "Who suggested /that/?"
+
+"You did," said the second monk.  "For did you not
+[[#227|tell two of our clans]] that the reuse of services
+was superior to the copying and pasting of code?"
+
+
+"Yes, but the business needs of /your/ two clans are
+completely different!" cried Zjing.
+"Eventually, the cherry purchasers may need options for crate size,
+refrigerated shipping, and insurance against pests.
+All of these could have their own rules and calculations!"
+
+"You are worrying about a future that may never come to
+pass," countered the third monk.  "And even if it does, so
+what?  The more features we implement, the greater the
+chance that we can support our other clients."
+
+
+<i>"Other</i> clients?" asked Zjing.
+
+"Two other Tiny Clans have expressed interest in our services,"
+said the first monk.
+
+"For unicycle parts and novelty wedding costumes,"
+said the second monk.
+
+"And I have begun designing a plug-in mechanism to handle
+unforeseen cases," said the third monk.  "In the end the
+Temple will save much development time overall."
+
+
+- - -
+
+Later that week Zjing called a meeting of the Tiny Clans
+under her tutelage.  Dozens of monks and nuns crowded
+into the dim, stuffy, windowless Hall of Irresistable
+Somnolence where long presentations were given.{{*}}
+
+Most of the benches had already been taken up by unfamiliar
+villagers -- employees, explained Zjing, of the novelty
+wedding costume shop, who were there to ensure that their
+requirements would be met.  The meeting then began with an
+extraordinarily dull presentation about tailoring, during
+which many of the monks and nuns could be seen nodding off.
+
+After the final slide the villagers were excused.  When the
+last of them had gone, Zjing brought forth a lantern from
+behind the podium, and without a word she set the huge rice
+paper projection screen on fire.  Flames climbed swiftly and
+spread across the dry ceiling timbers; heat seared the air;
+smoke billowed forth; monks coughed or cried out; the fire
+alarm clanged; then somewhere overhead the sprinkers came to
+life and began gushing water ineffectively on the scene of
+pandemonium below.  It was only then -- as the occupants
+rose to flee in four different directions to the four exit
+doors -- that they discovered that their robes had been
+swiftly and skillfully sewn to the robes of their neighbors.
+
+
+
+
+{{*}} Usually these were mandated by the HR department, and included yearly refresher courses like: "First Aid For Accidental Injuries", "First Aid For Intentional Injuries", "How to Choose a Comprehensive Life Insurance Plan", and "The Importance of Good Workplace Morale."

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+Date: 2016-06-12
+Number: 231
+Title: Laziness
+Geekiness: 0
+Names: Banzen, Swooping Falcon Clan
+Topics: user interfaces, usability, laziness, requirements, abstraction
+Tagline: In which someone does not feel like doing their job
+
+The head monk of the [[Swooping Falcon Clan]] asked master
+[[Banzen]] for assistance with a difficult customer.  The
+customer was a maker of silk-and-bamboo kites, and the
+clan's application allowed her to curate her large online
+catalog.
+
+"I simply cannot make her happy," complained the
+head monk.
+
+"Tell me what makes her /unhappy,"/ said Banzen.
+"Then perhaps you can do the opposite of that."
+
+"Laziness," the head monk declared; "for she says that our
+interface makes her do too much work, yet the work
+is /her/ fault, not ours."
+
+"Explain," said Banzen.
+
+"First," the head monk said, "for each kite, she wishes to
+allow only certain silks.  So our interface /must/ have her
+specify the silks on a kite-by-kite basis -- yet always she
+says this task is too tedious.  It is not our fault that she
+is so particular!"
+
+"Indeed," said Banzen.
+
+"To make matters worse," the head monk said, "she has
+/hundreds/ of bolts of silk in her shop, of which
+/dozens/ may be offered for any given kite!  We have tried
+every widget in our library -- multiple-selection lists,
+dual listboxes, typeahead-enabled drop-downs -- yet always
+she says this task is too onerous.  It is not our fault that
+she offers so many choices!"
+
+"Absolutely," said Banzen.
+
+"Finally," the head monk concluded, "new silks are always
+being introduced and old ones are always being retired.  So
+she must revise the list of silks for each kite throughout
+the year -- yet always she says this task is too burdensome.
+It is not our fault that fashion is fickle!"
+
+"Agreed," said Banzen.
+
+So Banzen went to see the kite-maker.
+
+- - -
+
+The kite-maker's complaints were exactly as the head monk
+described.  After hearing them, Banzen wandered her workshop,
+and indeed found many hundreds of bolts of silk, each
+a different pattern and hue.
+
+After pondering a moment, Banzen pointed to the bamboo
+skeleton of a kite on her workbench.
+
+"What silks will you offer for that one?" asked Banzen.
+
+"Blue cloud designs only," said the kite-maker.  "But I
+have dozens of silks with blue cloud designs."
+
+"And that one?" asked Banzen, pointing to another.
+
+"That is one of my 'crow' series," said the kite-maker.
+"Blue feather designs or black feather designs, but no
+lightweight silks."
+
+"And that one?" asked Banzen, pointing to another.
+
+"That is one of my 'dragon' series," said the kite-maker.
+"Black solids, red fire designs, or white earth designs,
+but no heavy silks."
+
+When he was certain that he understood the kite-maker's
+algorithm, Banzen returned to the head monk.
+
+- - -
+
+"It is as you described," said Banzen to the head monk.
+"What makes the kite-maker unhappy is laziness."
+
+"Yet how can she be corrected?" asked the monk.
+
+/"Wú,"/ said Banzen, producing a thick envelope from his robes.
+"Here is the means of correction, which I will deliver
+to you each week until the kite-maker has achieved happiness."
+
+In one quick motion Banzen tossed the contents of the
+envelope into the air.  Hundreds of minuscule squares of colored
+paper spiraled gently down around the room; each like a
+tiny kite adrift on the wind.
+
+"Lovely," said the head monk, "but what is it?"
+
+"It is called /confetti/, said Banzen.  "I made it from your
+week's pay.  Using small bills, of course."