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Max Antonucci

Journalist turned full-time coder, part-time ponderer.

Hello Readers.

I’m Max Antonucci. I write code, blog posts, notebooks, and musings.

As a programmer, I code for the front-end and back-end. For my work, I write a lot of JavaScript, Ruby, and Ruby on Rails. I'm also building more specialized knowledge in web accessibility and design systems.

As a writer, I write to remember lessons I've learned in programming, psychology, philosophy, and absurd topics that tend to confuse my friends.

As a human being, I enjoy reading, boxing, and some casual gaming. I don't enjoy paying bills, getting too little sleep, and fighting my inner demons of perfectionism and self-pressure.

As a chainsaw juggler, I don't do anything since I don't exist.

Recent Writing

My blog is where I keep my big lessons. Sometimes they're important code knowledge or concepts. Sometimes it's career or life lessons. Other times it's broad changes in how I think. But they're all short stories taken from the novel of my life.

You can read more of my blog here.

Recent Notes

Whatever I want to write but can't quite fit into my blog goes here. From the profound to the silly to the random, it shall be scribbled in a note.

You can read more of my notes here.

March 3, 2021

Here’s something you should know today: there's a shark called the Ghost Shark, and the male's forehead has retractable genitals.

You may ask why I'm writing about a shark with retractable forehead genitals. To that, I say, why aren't you writing about a shark with retractable forehead genitals. Indeed, why aren't you looking for as many reasons as possible to repeat the phrase "retractable forehead genitals?"

I am because I know how to embrace life!

Thank you for taking some time for the Ghost Shark with retractable forehead genitals. Please go about your day.

February 27, 2021

Many themes in the book "Anxious People" had me feeling...anxious. But none more so than this quote.

Because the terrible thing about becoming an adult is being forced to realize that absolutely nobody cares about us, we have to deal with everything ourselves now, find out how the whole world works.

This is a routine source of anger and sadness for me most days. But in some ways, it's the most satisfying.

Every time I pay my bills, cook a meal, or schedule an appointment, I'm giving the finger to that voice telling me I'm a lousy adult. Each completed to-do list item is me saying "fuck you, being an adult is tough but I'm doing it" to the world.

But car maintenance doesn't count. No one can handle that well unless they're a mechanic. Prove me wrong, I dare you.