Boris Johnson reacted like his teeth were being drilled without anaesthetic. “Oh, hello” I thought.
We have some cute aphorisms in politics “never kick a man unless he’s down” and “if at first you don’t succeed, in wi the boot and in wi the heid”.
Let us add to them.
In the days of yore you used to rent a television from an outfit called Radio Rentals becuz in the days of yore-yore you used to rent a radio from them for your top, home entertainment, high-tech needs.
Radio Rental lives on only as rhyming slang but watching BoJo go right radio rental at being called the Prime Minister of England — I though we should really go dadio dental on this and drill all their teeths. …
The Prime Minister’s extra-ordinary statement on the supposedly non-existent Scottish Border signals that perhaps we are reaching the end of la drôlette, to use a slangy French description of the Phoney War of 1939 to 1940.
The SNP has been becalmed on its constitutional journey. Whistling for a wind, rogue crewmen in the rigging murmuring, more than a few of them sporting a metaphorical wooden leg, an allegorical hook for a hand and an eyepatch suggestive of hard dunts taken.
The cause of this is simple, the withdrawal of the minority in the Parliament of their consent. If there were to be a referendum organised in Scotland they would not participate. …
Funerals are hard things — doubly so in the time of plague. We were a scant 11 scattered across the cremmie, with one outside and no celebrant. This is the unheard eulogy for my Mum.
Mum was an Edinburgensian from the beak of her Roman neb to the tip of her toes.
Born to a housemaid and a stoker, Mary (Molly) and John, she lived at first in the kitchen of a basement in Dundas Street, Pitt Street as was, joined by her sister Maureen, before moving to Northumberland Street when my Grannie got a live-in position.
She grew up in that old democratic New Town, now gone, where all of society lived cheek-by-jowl. The cluster of streets around St Stephen’s Kirk were dotted with our wider family: maids, and coal miners and postmen and shop assistants and hotel workers and all. Mum had 17 Aunties and Uncles, and 60-something uncountable first cousins scattered across Edinburgh and Scotland. …
I wrote previously about being hired to write a new dist-sys programming language for Wayfair in Berlin and my thoughts on what that would mean for a BEAM language.
But before I started at Wayfair I wrote up my thoughts on how we might build a dist-sys language targetting the LLVM and emailed it to my future-boss [waves at Wayfair lawyers].
The main question is what should we build?
But having chosed that there is the question of how should we build it? what principles should underpin it? Before you design something like a programming language you need to design the design process, you need to plan to shrink the work required and do work-elimination, and think about the toolchain and how to approach that. …
So I was hired by Wayfair to write a new distributed systems language. Then my new boss set himself on fire and I became a general manager and then I got laid off, soooooo…
Wayfair originally hired me because of stuff I had written up about eventually consistent SQL with CRDTs.
Seeing as big companies have a habit of claiming your thoughts are theirs I took good care to write down my thoughts before starting. This post is from an email I sent to my putative boss before I started at Wayfair.
In this post I will talk about how we could build a next-gen language on the BEAM platform, in this follow-up article I talk generally about next-gen languages targeting LLVM. …
These Islands have played a distinguished part in articulating a civic British nationalism in Scottish public life. That matters.
When the Orange card is played again in a Scottish Election, and 10 Downing Street head-hunts out-of-the-box-thinking eugenicists, that matters.
But, there’s always a but.
These Islands Board Member Nigel Biggar is threatening that good work.
Last year, he organised a conference on the theme of ‘censorship’. It is not unreasonable that that would have questionable speakers. Here’s the programme, make your own mind up.
Let us look at 3 in particular.
The keynote is Eric Kaufmann, author of Whiteshift, Populism, Immigration And The Future Of White Majorities. Clearly ethnic nationalist forces are on the march in the UK and the US, the subject is critical. …
With the chat about a hard border, a No Deal, the published and proposed nonsense about a 20 mile wide soft customs corridor, there has been strong pushback about a return to violence in Northern Ireland.
With the dastardly DUP holding a key electoral bloc in Westminster and garnishing the hard-right wing of the Tory Party — the narrative writes itself.
Commentators, myself included, have dashed off yards and yards about the border constituencies all being Sinn Féin, nationalists all refusing their consent to a new border, the dissident Republican threat.
But violence in the north has never been one-sided. In recent times the largest, most active murder gangs have been republican/Irish/catholic but loyalists/British/protestant paramilitaries have played a critical role in the spiral of escalation. …
This story is brought to you by a random, but haunting and now lost, tweet by bodil in which she berated lovers of testing and dynamic languages by pointing out that types are a form of compile-time testing. You make declarations about your intent and the compiler asserts them at write time.
If compiling wasn’t a form of testing we wouldn’t have ignore warnings flags, right? There would and could be no ‘proceed with caution’.
Gleam is the new baby in the BEAM family — a nappy-wearing ML typed language. Let’s talk types-as-testing.
It was a truism that Phil Wadler failed to write a type system for Erlang and therefore the BEAM would be type-free and that was it, settled. …
The Westminster Parliament is in freefall, Brexit looms, the constitution is splintering, the end is upon us
As the novelist said: the past isn’t dead, its not even past. Cromwell, long undead in Ireland, now stalks the gloomy corridors of Westminster again.
The Sunday Times reports that there is a plot afoot. This one seems innocuous — a small matter of suspending Standing Order 14 of the House of Commons:
14 -(1) Save as provided in this order, government business shall have precedence at every sitting.
This little thing, I think, is the tip of the shark fin breaking the water for the first time: the last crisis, the last turn for the UK. …
So the missiles have gone in, the decision was taken, the message was sent.
You got what you wanted, what I opposed.
The problem with being a junkie is that the hits lasts shorter and shorter. Kosovo was great and grand and a big high. When Russians used the precedent in Crimea, pffft, a minor comedown, a tiny set back.
But the UN now stands as the League of Nations did — we didn’t even go through the motions of pretending it mattered. War is now merely another instrument of policy. …