Malaysia is full of inbred brainchildren. Can't throw a stone without stumbling across some variety of hapless brainchild.
Malaysia is full of inbred brainchildren. Can't take a walk without stumbling across some variety of hapless brainchild.
Mind and body are one. If you've sold your time, your mind and body have been tenanted. C'est la vie.
Sometimes I notice that I expect "safe" technology companies to sell housemaids and school teachers, and others to sell spouses and bodyguards. There is simply no question in my mind that this will eventually be normal, because I know how it would work in software, and the economic implications are obvious. What is wrong with me, is that I forget that this is not yet the case with the majority of society. Most people still doubt that humanity is trivial. Meanwhile, one works simply with what is given, without asking much of the world. Let the hungry ones fight for their baubles.
(A reflection on work. Of course. I was going to send this to a friend, but decided it should be lit in a broader light.)
Up time. All kinds of programming for a few hours. The programming of people.
It does not feel like good stewardship to react to a backlog of work by sleeping. But then, when was the last time I trusted my feelings?
Folks always ask, "what are you going to do next?" And it would not be a success to have to find out soon, but I would probably look for a quiet data munging job in a peaceful company. Otherwise I guess I'm stuck in politician mode for a few years till this works out. smile emoticon