Opinions

In which the author, after ten years of boring people in pubs about it, finally shows off a tiger, and explains why 300 lines of a language nobody uses might be worth more than a million lines of C++.

In which the author remembers a designer who did not much like him, and finds he is still being taught by her fifteen years on.

In which the author misquotes Marx, grumbles about his feed reader, and hands out several hundred blogs to anyone who’ll take them.

In which the author, in need of cheering up, explains Elm to web developers by way of a Ruby interface he has secretly loved for years.

In which the author explains why Elm gives him joy, confesses to a memory that once won a national competition but cannot manage a shopping list, and learns a bit about how his mind works.

In which the author sorts the many ways of being certain about machine consciousness into eight tidy boxes, supplies a flowchart, and neglects to mention which box he is standing in.

In which the author reviews Eugenia Cheng’s Unequal, enjoys the maths more than the politics, notices he finds progressiveness thrilling now, and gets extremely hungry.

In which the author, between jobs and stalling magnificently, builds an AI coach to drill the STAR interview method instead of actually applying for any.

In which an unexpected Christmas gift reveals the quiet delight of a rotating bezel, and the author wonders why such useful timekeeping is dressed up in such macho clothing.

In which we observe that the worst GM at any table and the current President of the United States share, with uncanny fidelity, the very same qualities.