i’m watching x-files from the beginning and i wait for my new rig.

the long stay off of social media makes for calmer work and life.

ramen and silence.


The Dev Blog stopped making sense to me a while back but I’m persisting while I figure out some organizational things and data stuff.

But, one thing behind it is that it’s a static site. It uses Spress to generate all of these delightful posts from markdown files that I make up whenever I have a hankerin’ to do so.

It’s wonderful. Complete control and the ability to create ridiculously optimized html.

But it also lacks the random nature of life that I love. I must always tell it what to do. Make this file, build this site, upload these files, etc.

I suppose this is good for 99% of people and websites in the world but it’s not good for me all the time.

Life, for me, has become databases, text files and equations. Past that it is a study of randomness and the soul-how the organic flows through time and interacts with forces that it can’t control.

Once I’m done with this file, it’ll be saved then built. It will not change forever. However, due to the flexibility of raw files and data, it can be carried with me forever and displayed whenever I want.

Dynamic, however, relies on elements above and beyond our control. It’s no longer just a text file but a process, a server, bits of code.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. This is, basically, what the web has become.

In other news, I don’t know where I’m going with this.

The End

To Be Somewhere

As part of my robotics studies in college I built a robot that, amongst other things, steer around an object. If there was an impact, however, it would also play a midi version of a Neil Diamond song.

Three things occured to me during my presentation–I am:

  • unreasonable
  • impractical
  • quirky (humorously so–I hope)

To sooth myself from any internal critique I like to believe that this is just part of my charm–like a delightful character from a Dickens novel…some sort of tech/future version of Wilkins Micawber.

And during this trawl through the memory it brought me back to the 90s. Being terminally uncool it was natural that I ended up watching every possible UFO documentary I could find in addition to being a big X-Files fan. The desire to believe that there’s something just outside of this terribly dry reality is just too good to pass up.

Also, let’s remember that this was the golden age of the internet. It was just mental to be on the internet in the mid-late 90s. Everything just seemed to be important and you always felt like you were right on the cusp of something big. One more search, another page and BOOM! the truth would be revealed.

It was amazing. One of those rare frontiers that only certain people alive at certain times get to experience.

Now, of course, this is sinking into just ridiculous nostalgia and I apologize for that. But as I sat at this computer today and tried to hack out some new code for projects that served a purpose I couldn’t help but dwell on the notion that there can be only so much business code written.

Sure, self driving cars are cool but they’re only really cool if everyone gets one. And, the ironic-twilight zone-consequences of this new reality will be that only the rich can afford to drive their own cars on private tracks while the rest of us are ushered around on our endless commute from office job to home and back.

Similarly, Facebooks is great for connecting with all your friends so long as you keep using Facebook. Stop using it for a while and you suddenly find out how lonely of a world this place can be.

Perhaps it is just me being plagued by a childish refusal to concede when left with no other option. Something got left out of me when I was being built and I find that the part of me that should just “go along” with things is missing and/or broken. I glitch out–see another possibility and desire for that to be the real one. Then spend the rest of my time trying to find a path to it or just simply build it myself.