You are a contestant on a game show. The host shows you three doors, behind two of which are goats and the other a car. You pick the left one. The host opens one of the other doors to reveal a goat. You meet eyes with the goat. The goat meets eyes with you. As you lock eyes, the chatter from the host and the live studio audience fades away. You see a glimmer of recognition behind those eyes. You think you know the goat. Maybe the goat knows you. Suddenly, a spark: you realize the goat IS you. You ARE the goat. You are seeing yourself as the goat, and the goat sees itself as you, and you are seeing yourself as the goat. You no longer see yourself. You wander off the stage, and exit through a door propped open. On the other side is a grassy plain. You trot around to look behind you; you see a grassy plain. The sun is hot above you. The grass is soft beneath your hooves. You bend down to chew a mouthful of grass. From the distance, you hear baaing from other goats. It is time to rejoin them.
Sometimes I sit back and think about younger me, my interests and hobbies and such.
And then I realize I could technically include installing Linux distros in my list of high-school hobbies. I used to install a different Linux every weekend. I had favorite distros, formed opinions on package managers...holy shit I needed to get out more.
Some people write software like it's a giant mathematical function or proof, some grand truth that they discovered.
Other people write software like prose, like they're writing the next "Ulysses" or "Crime and Punishment" - an artful and exciting and utterly novel creation.
And then there's me, sitting on a rock gently coaxing electrons to change chairs if they feel like it, as long as they live their best life.
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This, probably, is the simplest explanation. https://www.thenation.com/article/politics/republicans-impeachment-cowards/
Correction: people who haven't heard of it are ambivalent. But come on, it's Haskell. No one shuts up about it.
Recruiter: It's a dynamic work environment with a "figure it out" attitude, where you're constantly learning and doing new, cool things with the latest and greatest toys.
Reality: your coworkers are as organized as a herd of coked-up cats, there are no processes or standards at all, and you'll burn out in like two weeks.
Programmer. Amateur magician. Technically a professional guitarist/musician. Keyboard (the typing kind (though also the musical kind)) enthusiast. I fumble through music production stuff as a hobby.
Despite my profile photo, not a duck. But apparently I like birds.
Defined by my interests because that's how society operates, and trying to be a square peg in a world of round holes makes your spouse roll their eyes and destroys metaphors.
I speak English and Go.