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“Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?”
— David Foster Wallace, Consider The Lobster (via quotespile)
Coding is my adrenaline sport
When people see programming from the outside, it looks like a very sedentary occupation. In many ways it is. But when you are doing it, when you are the person in that chair, it is anything but sedentary.
Coding is a rush. The only thing preventing you from moving faster is the speed of your fingers and the processing power of your brain. Everything is happening all at once. Even with a plan, knowing exactly what you need to build, how you need to build it, and exactly why it needs the modules it needs, even then you are following the road where it goes, through all the twists and turns. It’s like that first moment of falling when you cycle over the top of a hill at speed, when you realise how fast you are going and you are both filled with adrenaline and a reckless sort of fear.
I’ve been addicted to that rush since I wrote my very first program at nineteen. There is nothing quite like it. I used to run, back when I still could, and even at my top speed, downhill, feeling almost like I could fly, it never quite measured up to the swoop and dive of the black hole that is coding. You want it to go on forever. It’s almost an out of body experience. Full brain immersion. I can code all day and barely even realise that time has passed. I am almost never the one to stop myself programming. Either the program has reached a natural break point, or someone else has noticed the time and managed to pull me back into the physical realm.
After I got sick I was terrified that coding would be different. My physical limitations would prevent me from reaching that level of pure cerebral energy that was my adrenaline fix. Would my fingers move fast enough? Would I get tired too quickly? Would my sideways brain be able to solve problems on the fly like it used to?
Luckily, like reading, it seems that my brain has been able to reach those levels necessary to dive into my code. I need an ergonomic keyboard and mouse, else my fingers tire and cramp easily. I get tired more easily, meaning that after the adrenaline rush I find myself unwell and exhausted. But even then, waking up like I did today, feeling ill from over exertion of yesterday’s coding spree, I wouldn’t trade my coding for a thing. Some people jump out of planes. Programmers dive into code. And after all, I’m no good with heights.
I have not seen enough people talking about how the 20th anniversary of Fellowship of the Ring is in like a month
Nevermind, I have been informed that most road signs do in fact glow in the dark when lit up by light. I apologise for being a fool
I think road signs should be painted in glow in the dark paint.
I think road signs should be painted in glow in the dark paint.
“You don’t love yourself enough. Or you’d love your nature too, and what it demands of you. People who love what they do wear themselves down doing it, they even forget to wash or eat. Do you have less respect for your own nature than the engraver does for engraving, the dancer for the dance, the miser for money, or the social climber for status? When they’re really possessed by what they do, they’d rather stop eating and sleeping than give up practicing their arts. Is helping others less valuable to you? Not worth your effort?”
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (5.1)
i love wizards bc they fucking lie all the time. gandalf was like “a wizard is never late he arrives precisely when he means to” lying ass. he was late as fuck. wizards will just say whatever. it doesn’t even matter when you have a big ass hat
Are you really real team gaming....
Who???
I’m a sucker for bass drops in music.
The tone shifts dramatically with powerful vocals? The song goes quiet suddenly? An abrupt change or switch of instruments?
That’s the shit.
Sorry, what??? I have so many questions……..
Your dad???
My dad just broke up with me 😭.
#wap #broke #dad #husband #iwillnowturnintoanemobitch
I miss the days when I thought I was the shit
Considering how often I walk up the stairs on my toe joints, the muscles are probably stronger than my elbow by now
power lines are crushed with the weight of four days of accumulated freezing rain in boucherville near montreal, canada, january 9, 1998
photo by robert laberge, via bbc archives
thinking once more about when i sold patches on etsy and someone sent me a pic of their cat in a little denim vest wearing one of them.
I was searching for some pretty Hanukkah gifs to schedule a post tomorrow wishing my Jewish followers Happy Hanukkah and I found a fit/shape/body building site that posted this
And I thought to myself, I simply must show my Jewish followers fit Menorah Man
blood and love blood from my chest, both things red in nature, yet one aims to kill and one to heal, yet which one is it? the red courses through my veins, sating me, making me weak, making me painful, making me sharp. which red is this, the one of hearts anatomical or hearts drawn poorly? which heart aches in my chest, the one i’ve drawn into my flesh, or the one under it, pumping away?