This is the first of several planned follow-ups to my previous entry on self-knowledge. As mentioned there, in the last year or so I haven’t had much reason to get out of bed in the morning. Literally — I was in bed until nearly noon most days, despite having gone to bed between midnight and …
A little while back, I ran across a rant about multithreaded programming on The Register (NSFW due to strong language), which starts out with this paragraph: I don’t know about you, but every time I have to program with threads and shared resources, I want to remove my face incrementally with a salad fork. Locks, …
Joshua Lee pointed out an interesting item on the Terminally Incoherent blog a few days ago, on video game “addiction.” I have an obsessive personality, as well as problems with depression, so I have a good idea why people might think they’re “addicted” to a game. I also know why they aren’t, though I couldn’t …
I’ve always felt a certain kinship to the character of Sherlock Holmes. Not for his ability to notice the most minute of details, or his reasoning skills, or his undeniable flair for disguise… admirable as those and many of his other traits may be, it’s his moods between cases that I’ve always identified with.