A healthy addiction for the modern day


Humanity, fruit, rubberized coats, glazing, twerps, elementary particles, etc.

Hey there, shopper. Have you ever tired of using the borrowed Mac you learned on and wanted to switch to your higher spec Windows machine but were too worried about having to learn a whole new planet of things in one…


In the battle of speed vs timing, don’t let your purpose run away from you

Job number one: arrive at an answer, a destination, a decision, as quickly as possible, bypassing all other concerns. This often feels like the intuitively correct way to go — I need this, so give…


Don’t be dry, just DRY, and other not-so-hidden ridiculousness

Easter is a Christian thing. Nothing too controversial about this bold claim, I hope. Easter eggs are an Easter thing. Even less controversial, hardly worth pointing out. Therefore, Easter eggs are a Christian thing. Fair?

So far so good.

Except (oh…


Vague ruminations on being a life-long job-seeker and examinee

Nice to meet you, what’s your name? Oh, that’s a nice name. And where are you from? Wow, that’s super interesting; I happen to be from quite nearby. What are the chances that two people who are here right now at…


Painting by all the numbers up to infinity is still painting. Right?

If you have ever read any of my previous blog posts, you’ll be unsurprised to read that I’m unsure where to begin this one. It’s a common feature of my thinking, I guess: a bunch of ideas which…


Have a nice, smart cup of someone else’s intellectual proper tea

WARNING: the following may or may not contain some interconnected thoughts and concepts. At least, it will try to interconnect them, and if unsuccessful, that may be your fault, or mine, or both. But again, WARNING: the following may…


Mere suggestions in the service of music, programming, the brain, employment and our most elusive friend serendipity

In Paul Auster’s 1990 novel The Music of Chance, the intellectually-oriented author thematizes what might be suspiciously simple at first glance: that the line separating something from happening and it not happening is…


A feast for the senses on their own impending obsolescence (yes, even smell)

Something happened yesterday. This statement is only totally true as I write this today. Built into the statement is its own forthcoming invalidation. Tomorrow it will be inaccurate, at least on shaky ground without any further time…


Mixing Wilde with Shakespeare, it’s a question at least, but what can it tell us about the existential angst of programming languages?

Life is not a popularity contest, apparently. But if you’re a programming language (and I hope you’re not, because that would be freaky, not to mention also mean…

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