Hell Again

May day, or no may day... managed to get a project started today, that was supposed to have ended yesterday. Time for a break to work on personal projects.

1. Public holiday
2. Too much dumbarsery at the day job
3. Time to get nerdy

... haven't touched this since the first two months of development about a year ago...

Back from the dead. A friendly reminder that while Cabal-dev is a decent package management system, sometimes removing ~/.ghc needs to happen before everything else is smooth sailing. This makes it about as stable an environment as Windows 95. Just kidding. Good exercise. And good night.

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Update, later in the week:

Procrastination: doing software development on hobby projects before accounting for work.

Between debating the local government's subsidy on stupidity, refamiliarising myself with Cygwin, checking out interactive-rebasing in Git, and updating a POC of a web-framework in Haskell to be Windows-compatible, it's been an interesting afternoon.

I want to rant about a compiler tool-chain but there aren't enough people here who'd be able to recognise the tool-chain, so I'm just going to rant about the shortage of people who work on this tool-chain.

REM + Imagination

Testing an exercise for clawback of REM... stuff to do while waiting for code to compile, programs to install/uninstall/download, call centre agents to pick up, etc.

Close eyes to shut off SNS optic input. Render spatial models into visual consciousness from CNS optic input. Initial tests have been productive - got to do more tests.

I think what's happening is that to pay attention to immediate work, I often have to force-off my CNS optic input. Then I forget to turn it back on when I'm off mission-critical work (i.e. forget to allow myself to day-dream) so explicit force-on of CNS optic output helps to restore normal functionality.

The side effect of CNS inputs feeding into consciousness is that the control signals output to the MNS are decoupled (i.e. what naturally happens when we sleep/dream). So REM results just from antagonistic behaviour of relaxed ocular muscles which are then flexing in an uncoordinated fashion.

What the Blazers

So back in 2000 my dad thought it'd be nice to send me off to college with a bespoke blazer. We got a tailor to make one for upwards of RM400, from polyester. It was generally too large, and I wore it perhaps twice, both times at ironic events. With ironic intentions. After college I basically postponed the prioritisation of income generation until I was thirty.

Then I got a desk job, sat in boring meetings, looked at traffic out the window, and wondered what the execution of the next ten years in the thirty year plan would be like. I'd never had a good reason to dress well (by pleb standards) as I personally have limited respect for people who cannot alter their views on culture. (Women who believe in their tastes have been especially hard on me.)

Well this week, I finally took the old blazer back to a tailor to get it properly fitted. The shoulders, hem, and back are all getting hacked. The quote is for RM280. RM800 all in, for a monochrome polyester blazer. What a waste right?

Well not in my book. Fail fast, fail often... I still wish I had time to hack around on a dress form.