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Max Antonucci

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

Notes

Personal quips and nonsensical snippets

Sometimes I want to write things that can't work as a blog post, I don't want to lose amid Twitter, or don't make any sense. For all these streams of conscious, I have my Notes. They have lots of colors to match how across the board they can get.

Keep scrolling to read my notes in order.

Note posted on January 4, 2019

Which came first, the decrease in writing or the decrease in self-esteem?

I'd argue it doesn't matter, since regardless of order, the result is a downward spiral of both.

The best way to break this cycle is writing anything, even if it hurts. As long as it build momentum and carries the self-esteem up with it.

I wrote before about good writing being a habit. I didn't write about how if I let my guard down at all, those habits will shrivel up and die off.

Note posted on December 26, 2018

Vacation time is all about relaxing. But what makes a good relaxing activity?

During my own vacation to New Orleans, my favorite ways to relax are:

  • Twiddling with new Ruby ideas
  • Starting to write Sonic Pi notes
  • Bringing my personal site back to Jekyll (ugh...)
  • Reading old and new books
  • Walking in Audobon Park until my legs scream

My favorite ways to relax here are (mostly) simple things that keep my mind at a gentle hum instead of at full throttle. I'll indulge in an episode or two of Bones, but eventually my brain gets antsy. A life without thought, however small, feels like a wasted one.

Note posted on December 13, 2018

I've noticed my most relevant, powerful epiphanies happen during my boxing workouts. Somehow, bruising my knuckles against a heavy bag amid remixed pop songs helps my mind discover (or rediscover) important personal truths.

My guess is all-out boxing has a similar effect on my brain to alcohol - it lowers mental inhibitions so my thoughts flow more freely. The upside is, instead of embarrasing thoughts no one should ever hear, it affects useful ones related to health, motivation, and how I should write more.

So for all you naysayers who think there's no upside to violence, I'd argue in the right circumstances, violence can be quite healthy! And I'm sure this won't be plucked and twisted out of context at some point in the future, so I can rest easy.

Note posted on November 22, 2018

A recent Existential Comic about stoic dating made me ponder a stoic way to be thankful. Having read plenty of stoic philosophy before, I figure it'd go like this:

  1. Take the top five things in life you're grateful for.
  2. Imagine life without each of them, one at a time, and all the stress and misery that'd cause you.
  3. Stop imagining these scenarios with a blend of gratefulness for still having them, and misery for realizing how they'll eventually leave your life.
  4. Continue after Thanksgiving with a fresh perspective on the fragility of everything we love in life.

I think if we're going to practice thankfulness, we should take it seriously!

Note posted on November 14, 2018

When I want to be creative but can't get the words going, drawing is always a good backup activity.

A simple sketch of a random woman's face

Now I just need time to get good at it again.

Note posted on November 9, 2018

"Death Stalks Kettle Street" is one of my favorite novels for many reasons. Chief among them is an idea captured in this quote:

There were lots of so-called able-bodied people who were more 'disabled' than she was simply because they chose to sit around, letting their health suffer, watching television or playing videogames twelve hours out of every twenty-four. How many people couldn't write a coherent sentence, not because they had learning difficulties, but because they just couldn't be bothered to learn, and were content to have the only book they owned be the Argos catalogue?


~ Death Stalks Kettle Street, 211

I remember this on days I'm being too lazy. Not making proper use of my time to do something meaningful is wasteful, bordering on cruel to myself.

Note posted on November 3, 2018

I have an idea of the stereotypical Saturday night, likely from media I've seen and anecdotes I've heard. The night where friends get together for drinks and laughter while they can.

On a saturday night, some have nights just like this. Some get drunk at bars and eat pizza. Some go to wild warehouse parties and stay up well past midnight. Some have private fun with friends. Some chat with far-away lovers.

On a saturday night, some stay inside and enjoy their solitude. Some are content to read or play video games. Some take walks outside alone. Some have wine for the taste, not to cover up any loneliness.

On a saturday night, some are stuck working. Some catch up on overdue paperwork. Some are stuck in a busy food line. Some serve drinks to patrons they nervously watch drive home. Some have peaceful shifts where families dine together, or horrible ones where fights tear them apart.

On a saturday night, some are withering away. Some are suffering heartbreak. Some are mangled in freak accidents. Some look in a mirror silently before shattering it with their fist. Some are watching their loved ones die in a hospital. Some are dying in that same hospital.

On a saturday night, every conceivable good or bad event is happening.

On a saturday night, it's like every other day and night. Some nights it's both harder to, and more important to, remember that.

Note posted on November 1, 2018

I got a surprising tweet in my mentions recently.

It's surprising for two reasons:

  1. A major front-end blog, CSS Tricks, found my accessibility article worth sharing.
  2. A university professor whose class I took as a sophomore still remembers me over three years after graduation. My graphic design skills then (and likely now) weren't getting into any galleries.

But I do remember Professor Davis from my time in Newhouse. Mostly from a Newhouse event where someone mistook her for a student.

Note posted on October 29, 2018

I recently spoke to someone who, even though they're an atheist, is unsure about their beliefs about reincarnation. After the death of a loved family member, this person took their lessons and ideas to heart. In a weird way, they felt like a reincarnation of their loved one. Other family members even commented on how their actions, ideas, and even mannerisms are similar. Was it reincarnation or just their memories?

I don't believe in literal reincarnation myself, and told them so. But I believe their actions are a way to keep their family member alive. Remembering this person's positive influence means, even indirectly, they're still affecting the world like before. Their family member still exists, even if it's limited to their memories of them.

Isn't that, in its own way, a form of reincarnation and immortality? Carrying a loved one with you instead of waiting for them to reappear?

Note posted on October 25, 2018

One of my worst habits (other than trying to make soup in an Instant Pot) is making side remarks just to get a laugh. Funny comments themselves aren't bad - but doing it mostly to get a laugh is.

Why, you supposedly ask? It's bad since it needlessly gives power to others. People can (and usually do) ignore my remarks or say they were annoying. Sometimes they're just being honest, other times they're jerks. The result is the same either way - The more validation I want, the more it stings after.

The lesson is it's better to listen, rather than pepper discussions with needless snark. Plus if I'm putting that much importance on snarky remarks, I have bigger problems. Problems with my self-esteem and the amount of TV I'm watching.

Note posted on October 9, 2018

When I'm feeling aimless, this poster always nudges be back on track.

The common themes I see for successful people I see? Flexibility and gratitude.

A poster comparing habits of successful and unsuccessful people.

Note posted on September 27, 2018

A common criticism I've heard of Christine Blasey Ford amid the Kavanaugh hearings, as well as other women speaking about their sexual assaults, is they're "doing it for attention." It's not the most common dismissal, but is the most idiotic.

If these women just "wanted attention," the easier choice is being the simple sex object many men want them to be.

  • They'd dress themselves up for men they don't know.
  • They'd avoid saying anything too intelligent or opinionated to offend men with fragile egos.
  • They'd put up with men catcalling her to humiliate her and exert power, doing nothing but smiling and waving.
  • They'd prioritize a man's pleasure over her own, even men she barely knows. Even, and especially, men who'd get physically violent without the pleasure they felt entitled too.

This is the way much of society wants women to act, and would gladly give women attention for it. Attention without the public shaming, personal attacks, and death threats. Attention met with that condescending "thank God you're not like those other women" sneers and a pat on the head.

The fact that women like Professor Ford have known this all their lives, yet speak up against their assaulters, shows their bravery. It's easier to fit into the silent, sex object role American society carved out for them. But it damn sure won't lead to change.

Note posted on September 13, 2018

No matter how good something seems, I always find something better shortly after. A book that looks immersing later looks boring compared to another. Coding tools or frameworks I see one day soon becomes obsolete next to others.

It's an endless cycle of want disguised as need. Ending that cycle means truly appreciating what I already have. Never forgetting the value I saw in it from the start.

For new things, if I only feel a "need" something once I learn about it, chances are I don't really need it. The things I actually need, I probably already have and just need to remember.

This note brought to you by an hour after work wasted browsing Nintendo Switch before realizing it was an idiotic waste of time.

Note posted on September 4, 2018

Whenever life is going well, I'll ask myself one thing: do I deserve any of this?

The most likely answer I can think of is, I probably don't. Maybe I never will. But the bigger point is that regardless, I have what I have. I better make good use of it. In some way.

Any way.

Please.

Because if I don't, these feelings of guilt and undeservedness won't just get worse. They'll be justified.

Note posted on August 27, 2018

When your main thing is writing, it's easy to get too caught up in reading and neglect the actual writing. It's true whether one wants to write code, blogs, or stories. Reading examples helps, but my best progress comes from actually writing.

It doesn't matter that writing's for a detailed post, or random thoughts in my pocket notebook. Writing is a muscle to use each day. It's is a habit I use to get through each day. It's not something to turn on-and-off when I think enough people are looking.