The weekend context loss
I've been working on my compiler for the last month or so, maybe longer. I've lost track at this point. I'm having a lot of fun. For the first time since I started streaming in April I decided to take a break from streaming…
Cultivating the ultimate habit: The ability to let that which does not truly matter, slide
I've still got some major ones in me. A collection of useless, unwanted and distracting set of vestigial thoughts, feelings, and distractions. I shall address them one at a time. As I think the last few months have been leading to this ultimate goal. To let the truly…
I mostly never have stuff to write about
When I decided to write everyday (almost) about seven months ago, my very first excuse was, what am I even going to write about, every fucking day? This always means I don't have a title, really. If you think about it that's all there is. The…
Ugly parts of you is still you, they too yearn for their time under the sun
I just gave myself the best lesson of my life. I put my ugliest and darkest truths out in the sun. On their own. No explanations, no reasons or justifications. I tasted freedom on a level that I never have before. I did not and still don't care…
Building virtual machines
As part of getting better at Zig, I've been working on building a Compiler for about a month or so now. My understanding of Zig has just sky rocketed in the last month or so. It's easy when you know nothing. To the point that I…
The next evolution
The ache is back, the pain of staying the same is now far superior to the pain of making the changes. It's fascinating how much you can learn about yourself, what you really want, if you dive into the cesspool of your undistracted mind. Does it also mean…
Being outside and shit
I've been working on getting out of my own way for a while now. It's a lot harder than I imagined and especially harder to face the facts of who I am, not as something written in stone but rather a place to start. As I…
Why I love reading language references...most of it
When I start of something new or something uncomfortable, I've come to find that the reason I procrastinate is the discomfort of the unknown. I feel it in my bones, it feels like a waste of time and soon I feel like a waste of time. None of…