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 stream of conscious, I have my Notes section. They have lots of colors to match how across the board they get.
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I have no issue with the “we’re all brains in jars” theories if they’re real. I can handle if reality itself is an illusion because of virtual simulations or a seriously bored demon.
My issue is with the reality I’m being fed. If you’re going to feed me a fake life, either give me an unbridled paradise or a terrifying hellscape. This middling “distraction and anxiety-filled disintegrating society” version isn’t cutting it anymore.
Older generations often get mad at younger generations like Millennials for having different values. These range from the serious to the trivial, such as:
- Not proposing with diamonds for financial or ethical reasons.
- Marrying later in life (and coincidentally lowering the divorce rate).
- Choosing chicken parmesan as their seduction food of choice.
- Avoiding casual dining chains for delivery or cooking at home.
- Destroying the very fabric of American society.
- Killing cereal, apparently due to sheer laziness. (Although the real reason we’re cereal killers is less time to eat.)
I don’t know if any of these value shifts are good or not. I do know older generations shouldn’t assume they’re bad or shouldn’t happen.
The reason is simple - values changing between generations is how society grows. This repeating pattern of change-anger-acceptance isn’t new and isn’t going away.
The mere existence of things like television, video games, heroin, porn, alcohol, football, pizza with pineapple, and marijuana have taught us all one thing: something that makes you feel better doesn’t always make you a better person. If anything, these are more likely to make you a worse person in the long run.
Especially pineapple on pizza. I will do humankind a long-term favor and bury these people alive. You’re welcome, planet Earth.
Recently in a local Slack group, I shared a tweet from someone dissing Ruby on Rails. While this is unforgivable, that’s not what this note is about. Part of the context was a woman being hired in an all-women company.
To be fair, I mistakingly said the company only hiring women was intentional when that wasn’t the case at all. But even if I hadn’t, the question was already being raised about whether this was legal, discriminatory, sexist, or any number of other things.
I’m not going to get into if it was any of those (although it wasn’t). But like in that conversation, I’d like to acknowledge if the company was only men, those arguments would never have come up. There are lots of tech companies made up entirely, or almost entirely, of men where this is virtually never brought up or taken seriously.
Why? The underlying assumption that tech being full of men is normal, while tech being full of women must be either some deliberate move like affirmative action or “scoring diversity points.” In other words, the assumption that men in tech are natural while women in tech aren’t. This is, unsurprisingly, a view held mostly by white men.
If I may quote Sara Eckel from her book, “It’s Not You,” she sums it up pretty well:
Freedom is arguably our country’s most sacrosanct value—unless we’re talking about women’s liberation. Then suddenly we become cold rationalists, debating the pros and cons like a Soviet-era dictator.
Go to my Instagram today and you’ll start with photos of my fancy anime woodcut blocks. You likely already guessed this, but I only spend a fraction of my time making those. Those six photos were taken over several weeks.
Most of the remaining time I had was spent reading, coding for my job, watching videos, trying to catch up on news or code articles, playing video games, or walking to get away from everything else on the list. Pretty standard things that we always do ourselves but are boring when we see others doing them. In other words, everyday life.
Most of my life isn’t spent on something cool or edgy. But they’re the only ones I think are worth sharing with everyone. But most of my life will still be boring from an outside perspective, and normal yet enjoyable from my own.
Need some inspiration porn? I recently updated my phone wallpapers with some anime wallpaper creations.
As an added bonus, people who see them will think I’m a naturally motivated, discipline person. As opposed to the truth: I’m a typical lazy, distractable human using mental tricks to avoid those impulses.
There are many ways for programmers to learn and improve, such as:
- Making side projects
- Reading news articles and blog posts
- Reading other people’s code
- Playing with other people’s code
- Writing tutorials or demos about code we’ve written
- Using intelligence-sucking devices to steal IQ points
- Taking notes to better remember the important info we find
I’ve been a big fan of methods around research and notes. It’s worked for a long time. Lately, it hasn’t been working as well. My motivation and inspiration are drying up, and my anxiety and impatience are building up in their place.
My guess is I’d been catching up to the code I’d been writing but not researching. Now I’m just about caught up and unsure what to do next. If that’s the case, the answer is blending some code projects and experimentation into my writing. A possible flow for this could be:
- Take a small code project or demo, either related to my job or something else entirely. Make sure it’s outside my comfort zone in some way.
- Try my hand at coding it and solving the puzzles the project carries, while documenting how it goes.
- Once it’s done, take my notes and write them up into one or more posts.
- Share the posts with the final project as a live demo or reference.
As always, I can’t predict if that’ll work for me. Also as always, I need to try.
I wanted to like a library book sale purchase of Rogue Lawyer. It had an intriguing premise, thought-out characters, and some gripping court scenes. But I can’t quite like it since handles the “multiple plotlines” structure poorly, especially at the end. There are a few elements this structure needs to work, and the book fumbles each of them.
- The plot threads need to merge in unexpected, dramatic ways. I’ll concede some threads do help nudge others to their conclusion. But they don’t get tied together to a more coherent, “greater than the sum of its parts” conclusion. Some wind up just being supports instead of their own compelling plotlines.
- There’s no satisfying conclusion. The main character reflects on what happens, shrugs, and feels depressed about the path they’ve taken. They didn’t combine into a larger lesson unless that lesson is “I give up.” Either way, it makes the entire book fizzle out like a misfired firework.
- It doesn’t foreshadow the plotlines’ convergence. In my opinion, the greatest strength of a multiple plotline structure is the unexpected ways the plotlines can converge. Teasing this result at the start is great since it makes the reader wonder “how could these stories possibly cause this” and set their imagination on fire as they read. Not doing this is wasting one of the best ways to keep the reader’s attention.
Want a book that does this right? Read “Big Little Lies.” You’ll thank me later.
Someone may feel they need a relationship for a satisfying or meaningful life. But isn’t that an insult to the rest of your life?
Hopefully, one’s life isn’t just window-dressing for someone else’s benefit. You’re the one living it, not them.
There’s many times that, when left alone with my own thoughts, I feel nothing but dread. Whatever the topic is, touching on it opens a gaping chasm beneath me only separeted by something thin, fragile, and invisible. It happens mostly on Sunday nights and I don’t know why.
I think it’s best to hold onto those topics. A path or idea that scares me is always worth exploring. I either find something I should have embraced sooner or will know, with certainty, to avoid. The end result is always worth it.
However, finding these potential paths is actually easy. The hardest part is gathering the guts to follow them.
Still working on that. I may just be at my most cowardly on Sunday evenings.
If we actually saw how much free time we had each day, would we spend it differently? My gut tells me seeing the concrete number of hours and minutes we can use freely will remind us how precious our time is. It’d force us to find priorities and set limits we were afraid to set but ultimately are for the best.
Let’s test it and say you had five cumulative hours a day of free time. How’d you spend it?
One of the toughest questions I’ve heard is “where do you want to be in five to ten years?”
It’s hard to answer since there’s little about our future we can seriously control. Any number of outside events influencing our career, family, home, or love life. We just choose which events or opportunities to go with when they arrive.
I’d prefer to set broader goals or preferences for how to approach the future. Goals like “I want to work in this general field” or “I want to make family the main priority.” But the more specific I set them, the more I risk setting myself up for failure. So I’ll avoid too-specific future goals for now.
Besides, I’m not sure what those specific goals would be right now. I’m lucky I’ve still got time to figure it out.
Lots of people (mostly well-off white men) complain making sites accessible is tough and they don’t want to do it.
You know that thing when someone brags about making life worse for screen reader users out of spite, and you think "wow, that's an empathetic, intelligent person worth taking seriously!"— Max Antonucci (@Maxwell_Dev) October 16, 2019
No? Me neither. pic.twitter.com/UAesRyhLRX
I have many guesses for why they respond this way. Many guesses. Guesses I sometimes feel like yelling. Or guesses I want to spray paint on their garage doors. But I think the most powerful reason is they find it boring.
It’s frustrating since I made this same point in a past article and need to keep sharing it.
A common definition of freedom is being able to make your own decisions, instead of an authority making them for you. But is that enough to be free?
What if people knew so much about you, had enough data about you on enough topics, that they could control your decisions? They’d know just what buttons to press and what options to present for you to make the decision they wanted. If you didn’t know they were setting you up to make the decision they wanted, are you still free?
Realistically, they likely couldn’t get enough data to control you completely. But let’s assume they only gathered enough data to control you about 50% of the time. You’re still 50% less free than before, so are you really still free? What percentage of freedom still counts as “free?”
This doesn’t even consider that groups could change your data without you knowing. The potential effects it has on your life paths and possibilites are huge. The reasons could range from malicious to accidental - regardless, you’d still have no control.
But it shows the more data is gathered about us, the more our “freedom” is at risk.
Some signs you’re in a bad mood:
- Your thoughts are framed as blaming the world. For example, “it’s the world’s fault I’m dealing with X.”
- You make broad, inaccurate, and usually negative claims about yourself. You could disprove them by remembering parts of your past, but prefer to wallow in self-pity.
- Reading news or social media you feel better.
- You pass by windows / sculptures / lampposts / anything and want to break them with your hands / feet / head / iron pipes.
- You worry making eye contact with others will anger them.
- You see the society of mole people declaring war on the humans as an improvement.
These may just apply to me. Regardless, they’re good to remember to hopefully catch your bad mood early. Eat a cookie, get to bed early, and dream of rainbows until it’s over.