Abandonware

Eventually, if you think hard about it, all software will become abandonware. Like all human beings have to die.

I don’t mean that as an insult, just a reality check for all the tech people out there. OK, you might say that Voyager probce code is still running after years of service and deep into interstellar space, but… Once all that code has served its purpose, guess what? It will wander aimlessly over the vast universe forever and freeze to a electronical death of sorts.

How much valuable is a Life?

I know, the wording on the title might be wrong, but that was intentional.

I wanted you to ponder it… Those 2 grand which you earned last week (if you were lucky to earn that much), was that the value of all of the amount of your lifetime during that period? And how could… How could one even value a thing such as a life and its time even more?

Thrice is the Charm

I was just watching the video of Vasilios Syrakis (the guy which did the video “I was laid off by Atlassian”), in which he was giving some tips for Juniors, Interns and hopefuls, and one of the things he said struck me the most, and I believe I had already said something similar around here somewhere…

The thing is: watch, read and intake whatever kind of information you ought to understand a subject not once, not twice, or even thrice, but several times. In due time, things will click and the information will sink and then sediment itself into knowledge (grasps of interwoven and interconnected webs of information that glimpses into actual knowledge into the utility of stuff).

Researching should be a Dialogue

…and I don’t mean that as in two persons conversing physically, but metaphorically.

See, here’s my two cents after acquiring a Master’s degree and on the verge of a PhD, and don’t quote me on that, this is just my personal experience, but…

When people think about researching, in the humanities in particular, I guess that they tend to think about hours of people writing nonstop, for whatever reason. Now, what they don’t account is that, in regards to Academia, you can’t just quote those goddamned voices on top of your head, oh hell no. You even could but you would face ridicule, for not being aware that there are such things that need to be in your text like citations.

Vices

…and they have robbed me of who I could possibly be.

My vices have robbed me of myself.

They have robbed, mostly, my time and effort, the energy that could have been spent into “productive” stuff, whereas in return, for rolling the same dices over and over again, I discovered, to the surprise of no one, they were loaded dice.

Loaded with my past exhasperations, looking for a quick fix for a mixture of agony and longing that I might have felt. But the more I tried and looked to get myself out of those feelings I wanted to escape, more and more I’ve become enmeshed in the vicious cycle of coming back at it again.

Post-Rock

Ah, yes. Post-Rock. The one music genre that never did mess up with me. Or maybe it did, and I just kinda like it. You see, I and post-rock have a long story dating back from the 2018’s or so… Particularly 2019, where I had a rough time after flirting with a girl online and then we ended up prematurely because, well, it turns out that chatting with people online and then meeting them in person, a lot can change.