Why I Still Live in the Terminal

The first Linux box I ever ran came on a stack of CDs in a paper sleeve — RedHat 6.2, borrowed from a friend in high school. The install took an hour and burned through two coasters. When it finally booted to a console prompt, I had no idea what to type. I learned ls. I learned cd. Then I tried something a book I had showed: cat /var/log/messages | grep error. Two commands, a vertical bar, and the answer fell out faster than any GUI tool on the machine could’ve produced it. I’ve been chasing that feeling ev