i know the choice of wording is unfortunate, but when people talk about making their work-life balance work it seems to me the problem is already biased. what about “making the work-life balance live“?
Code “Black” for me and I’ll tell you what you do
[?, ?, 0] -> artist
[0, 0, 0] -> programmer
[0.0f, 0.0f, 0.0f] -> graphics programmer
#000000 -> none of the above. maybe, perhaps, a designer
speaking of maths, i just learned elliptical functions! finally!!
these diapers i see in the supermarket come in a packet of 144. i guess for parents who are lovers of the dozenal system and for babies who produce square turds
how to react when …
* … you purposely leave a joke half cooked for the audience to complete, and most understand so, but then somebody writes the punch line in the comments thinking they are funny and clever because have ingeniously created a joke.
* … somebody with clearly no taste makes some ugly derivative of some work of yours and they publish and present it as an improvement, and everybody can see it.
Just woke up and discovered it’s a gorgeous rainy morning again. So I had to play the one piano song that I know playing the matches the mood:
i think that, contrary to the popular culture, men can multitask. i think it’s just they don’t even bother trying.
i think that (in the US) you are not really an adult till you have a dependent in your health insurance plan.
It seems it’s a common obsession among programmers in love with programming to invent their own language, a language that will fix all the flows of the previous languages.
(as if the languages and not the programmers were to blame for the majority of the bad design and code currently in existence)
I think the number 4 is the only non-prime number with factorization lead to factors that add to itself?
speaking of slippers, two left foot slippers have now showed up (from different pairs of course) but not the two corresponding right pairs. it’s been 3 days that i’m wearing two left foot slippers.
if you are at the thai restaurant, and read “Heathy Appetizers” in the menu, it’s not meant to be entrees based on the purple bush, it’s just a … thai’po. (rimshot)
okey, where are these slippers. they are not in any of the three only places where they usually hang out – by the bed, under the sofa in the living room or around the desk in the office.
but today they are not there, meaning they no longer exist. they have transitioned to another dimension, to a better world for slippers maybe. a slipper paradise i’m guessing, a place where huge slippers walk around all day wearing little humans beneath.
it’s not that sometimes i’m stupid, it’s more like i’m just inconsistently smart
please do not “thank god we found a cure to cancer”. instead, be respectful to the thousands of scientists who have devoted their lives to its study and remedy and thank them, not a god, for the gift they have given us.
it’s time to update our language, because language shapes the way we think and feel
Wait until the sea level rises and compromises the integrity of the internet wires in New York city used for high frequency trading. Only then global warming will suddenly become something “of maximum priority for this government” and people will “clap clap clap”. Same sad story for all other countries.
Only in this city you ask for the keys to the restrooms in a doctor’s office and they hand you a set of keys chained to a 3D projection of a Tesseract and some sort of Chen–Gackstatter surface.
I love talking in public, I enjoy it a lot, even if I know that speaking in my non-native-english language makes me look less eloquent than I would sound otherwise.
However, I am sometimes a bit anxious during the Q&A that usually follows the talk because when somebody takes the mic and asks me something in a thick accent that my non-native-ear cannot decipher then the situation gets awkward and I naturally feel responsible for it. And I know that there’s nothing I can do to break though the their accent and that a second attempt on their side to ask the same question won’t fix anything at all. It’s a really bad place to be.
2.313036736433583… is the irrational number you get by using the primer numbers in its continued fraction expansion.
wasting time after dinner
Is totally sucks…. when you arrive to the airport and you find you have to do one of those huge 2-hours-long-looking zigzagging line for the security check.
But it sucks even more… when you realize it’s been 10 minutes you are in it but there’s absolutely nobody behind you.
Ugly human psychology