when time is not measured by waiting or expectation
then life can be lived as intended
but when the uncertainty crumbles our foundation
then our soul is left undefended
so what must we do to keep life’s momentum
and prevent the inevitable stagnation
we need only realize the most obvious symptom
a life that is lacking imagination
I compare programming to anchovies. You either like it or you don’t. Granted, there are people that write code for a living and probably don’t actually enjoy it. I fall into the lucky group of people that LOVE programming. I can sit for hours putting together code that, in all honesty, doesn’t really achieve anything. Most if not all of my programs are utilitarian at best. More like little automation tools for tasks that would be tedious if done by hand. Now, that’s not necessarily a bad thing but I believe it separates me from “real” programmers. I’m a hobbyist coder. Structure and coding the correct way are pushed aside by my eagerness to achieve an end result. Again, this is not a bad thing as long as I confine my “apps” to my own usage. Very few get battle tested enough for me to be able to offer them for the usage of others. I still remain as completely fascinated with the process as I was the first time I ever typed a command into my TRS-80. Programming models life. And life can be modeled in programming code. I can’t imagine ever getting to a point where programming doesn’t interest me.
We made it through another 4th of July. We were going to go down to the river front to watch the big city fireworks display but instead opted to stay at home and watch all of the neighborhood shows. I think we made the right decision. There were displays all around us from about 8:30pm until almost 10:30pm. Nice stuff too. It’s funny how much money people will spend on something that lasts such a brief amount of time. But I guess it’s not the gunpowder and cardboard tubing that people are so willing to pay for. It’s the memories of the warm summer nights with that low hanging cloud of smoke floating through the air. The pops, bangs and whistles laced with cheers and laughter. And above all, we have the right to celebrate however we want.
