Programming Is a Nightmare

naively programming

I was looking for an old story of mine on our internal Medium and stumbled upon another story, an experiment I tried a few months ago. Realizing that the experiment ended up being a success, I decided to re-package it for the big Medium.

oh, right

a poem

it’s early evening

i’m sitting at my desk

spending hours i will never get back

staring at the screen

trying

sick

cold induced hallucinations

at home

sick

the cat is here too

we are one

i sleep, he sleeps

C++ is Russian literature

And pretty much everyone dies

From the interview with Jodi Picoult:

The one genre I absolutely cannot stand is Russian literature. You need genealogy charts to just figure out the characters, every novel is a…

leaky pipes

a poem

was watching a news segment

about napa earthquake

and leaky pipes

and technicians

who had to fix them.

not to worry

bukowski this time

he sits there
big in his chair
contented
and he tells me he
abandoned his previous
project
went to a different company
started all over
again.

The “Quick” Question

And why we need to stop asking them.

“Oh, hey, I have a quick question for you.”

Hearing that fills me with an impending sense of doom.