Month: September 2010

Beautiful morning

Yesterday was a beautiful morning, even the sky was amazing.  The temperature was perfect and there was a great breeze.  It was just perfect.  I took a few pictures, but this is probably the only one that even remotely looked good.  I’m still getting use […]

The unfortunate omelet

So I was just going to make scrambled eggs, but for some bizarre reason that intention turned into an omelet. A very very salty omelet.  Everything started fine.  The cheese was good and the Krab was well… the only protein available, but it still wasn’t […]

Shiny Sinks Rule!

My now shiny sink

So I’m trying something new, at least for me, I’m making my sink all shiny before I go to bed at night.  It seems to be a really happy feeling to get up and see it like that.  I still have some work to do to buff out the scratches in the stainless steel, but I’m working on it.  It’s a new endeavor to start eliminating some of the clutter in my life.  If you’d seen the sink area previously, you’d know that I have a tendency to have stuff on the window sill and on the part of the sink by the window, and dishes in the sink.  I’m trying to get away from that.  I also managed to make the coffee maker provide me with fresh coffee in the morning when I wake up (well except for the night the power was knocked out, that morning Bryan had to push the button. The Horror!).  So I’m on my way.  We’ll see how it goes and I’ll take it slow.

Salsa

Along with the squash I had some tomatoes that needed to be used or they were going to rot, so…. I made some salsa.  I usually make a fresh salsa or a table salsa, but I decided to get adventurous and blend the 2 together.  […]

Butternut Squash Soup

I made the Alton Brown Squash Soup last night.  I had squash and I really wanted some soup so you can see where that went… I ran out of chicken stock after 2 cups and I needed 3, so I fished some dashi stock I […]

Creation

Slowly moving through the rhythm of sound.  That sliding, pounding that loops in my head. Then the sharp pain as I focus to much.  It splits my head wide, a cleaver like instance and then it’s gone. I lean back my head in the chair thinking that might help, but all it does is make me remember the other pain in my neck.  Life’s little lessons about a sedentary job.  I should get up and move but the code is flowing from my mind, in a swirling mass.  If I stop now it’ll be gone, like a wispy stream of fog in the morning sun, and the end will be that much further away. There is a magical space in my mind that opens up and spills forth a litany of statements.  That creating, magical space where there is an instant translator from human to machine.  It’s an unconscious slip into that space, never conscious. Almost dream like, sometimes it seems to be a total take over.  The flow from the brain, to the hands, to the screen. Flowing and twisting the syntax.  Not even caring that I don’t usually know how to type.  It seems to have embedded that ability in itself not relying on my body’s so called skill.

There is in clean code a simplicity, a beauty.  An almost erotic excitement in the creation. Pushing further towards what can be done, never mind if it should or shouldn’t be, just that it might be.  It serves a purpose that creation.  It proves to ones self that the spark hasn’t died in some form that’s been created over and over and over, or some other mundane thing.  These minor miracles are meat to help people, the complex creation an ode to the singular thought that perhaps if this person were to posses the ability to do this one thing easier, better, faster, then perhaps then they too might feel the joy of the day.  There is always that hope.

Should it be otherwise, then it begins.  The dark slid to the bottom of the creative ramp.  The feelings of despair, uselessness.  Ugly feelings and thoughts into a infinite loop of disgust and unhappiness. Those points at which there is a block whether mental or otherwise, which cause you to dry up.  The external triggers become dulled with time, thoughtlessness and carelessness of external events may slice open the early wounds and send down torrents of self doubt and leave the raw pain of inadequacy and disaffection.

The brilliance of self creation and the darkness of self destruction.

Fire skunk

I have smelled it! The mightiest of the skunks! Fire Skunk! I swear, something smells like fire and skunk. So ewwwwww!

Cheese dip

I made a cheese dip the other day and decided to reheat some today and see how it went. It still tastes awesome, but now I see the reason most of the chili con queso recipes start with a milk and rue. The way I […]