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And that was my quip. You get rid of the nuclear wapons by using them. Vermin Supreme
This is a blog about computer history intended primarily for computer people. While there is a lot of writing out there about the history of computing for a general audience, there is much less for a technical audience—which I think is a shame, because there are so many interesting historical questions that might only occur to somebody who designs and builds software every day, questions like Where did JSON come from? and Why are man pages still a thing?
Choose designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you’ve never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don’t look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank ’til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who’ve had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it’s better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you’d done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there’ll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose your future. Choose life
Taxes are the price that the middle class pays to ensure that the poor do not kill the rich.
Who’s this 22 year old kid with a chip on his shoulder and his heart on his sleeve?
Interacting with as many people, places, habits, and resources as possible that have a social norm that oozes a high standard of quality, performance, effort, whatever the variable, will work its way into your norms. Yes, believe ti or not, fi you spend al your time climbing with good climbers (good in some respect, not necessarily grade, maybe just effort level) it rubs off on you without you even knowing it. It's quite a marvellous feeling when it happens. If none of your climbing mates train, will you go and train on your own while they go to the pub? If you live in the Spanish Basque country and everyone trains (and hence climbs 8c including the females these days), will you stick at VS? Of course there is a balance to be struck between your climbing goals compromising the places and people you spend your time with, but most peoples balance has room to shift a little. You only get one life and there are many paths through it; you might as well choose a good one. For most, widening the net of partners you climb with and just being aware of their negative influence will be enough to help you nurture better norms for yourself and set a nice balance between one type of fun (improving at climbing) and other types.