According to Larry Wall1, author of the Perl programming language, there are three great virtues of a programmer; Laziness, Impatience, and Hubris: Laziness: The quality that makes you go to great effort to reduce overall energy expenditure. It makes you write labor-saving programs that other people will find useful...

I was and still am obsessed with words. They can sting and brighten, soothe and choke in the same instance. The same word said in a different tone can feel like the world is crushing under someone’s feet, at sea; A parting that divides context and literacy. As a kid, around 5th grade, I couldn’t bring myself to play...

Fac aut noli facere; conatus non est.

I am sitting in a room, all the walls are mirrors, & the only perception left to extinguish is mine. Marcia from Giovanni Boccaccio’s ◦ De Mulieribus Claris

Active, an experiment underway. I am considering that everything, at most is an experiment and so scientific procedures are engrained. I am not in control of anything, maybe besides my attitude. The world is not pushing and pulling me along the tides of daily life–I am an active participant. Variables are present...

A star ☆ is an emotional circle ◯ On hiatus, from Meta, for a little bit. I’d like to start writing again with my hands–not typing. It’s not the same. Scratched out words, misspellings, the entire experience of journal stacks taking up space. The irony of sharing this, here — What is a friend, the other voice in my...

I haven’t been sleeping well for a couple weeks now.

I don’t want to create tech-debt. In the same vain, installing one plugin to do one thing that building out infrastructure for this instance is a time sink. After spending a few hours writing PHP to add a previous post into a another post; I wanted to add a front-end component to allow easier selection of desired...

Pain- is seeking clarity. in a hangnail begging attention. the cold air drifting about. a lesson learned. of the past. again.

“dubito, ergo sum, vel, quod idem est, cogito, ergo sum” like curiosity killed the cat there’s always more to the narrative

Life is beautiful. I want to share the little gleaming moments with you as someone who sees through. And with each passing day, it gets easier to let go of the need to have you at my side. “There’s a near copy of them in every town,” a voice whispers. It’s your nearness I haven’t experienced, so how would I miss a...

I read my writing that was lost in the weeds. I couldn’t recognize my words. It was objectively good. Where do I keep this version of myself? She was around in May but what else was happening then..? I wasn't online... so where was I? breaking hearts, claiming souls pre-summer embrace Now, the dusky-short days are...