I'm one of the new contributors on this blog. Hopefully this means that the blog will be updated at a faster rate than before. We all know that glaciers move slowly ;)
Still here. Checking out some programming. Decided on Python. Don't ask. Started on Learn Python The Hard Way ( http://learnpythonthehardway.org/ ) and got up to Chapter 39 . It's pretty great and I highly recommend people check it out. It's totally free and you can support the creator either through those previous links or by buying the book on Amazon . Around that time I picked up Learning Python and have been reading through it as well to get some more background on exactly how the program I wrote in LPTHW CH39 even worked. Learning Python also gives me some perspective on the differences between Python 2.x and Python 3.x. Also, started writing programs and scripts to help my do my job, which is nice. Things are good, if not a bit busy. Sorry for not stopping by my own...spot...more often. Anyway, I highly recommend you guys give Python a whirl. Learn Python The Hard Way is actually a pretty great introduction to the language and
I've been reading through China Mieville's Perdido Street Station after previously putting the book down and it's an interesting story. The author has a great way of making every single thing he writes about feel dirty, used, and wretched. I haven't finished the book yet but what I have read is now pretty engaging. Multiple story threads are starting to intermingle and no pleasant outcome seems likely. It's only fitting that this book ends on a down note.
I wasn't sure exactly how I should handle this. Questlove of the Roots eloquently expressed himself when he said that the verdict showed how little he was worth: http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2013/07/questlove-trayvon-martin-and-i-aint-shit.html What do I say? Not sure.. I know that the weight of the present is on top of our shoulders, pressing down. This is a weight that is felt by some but not all. It is an invisible and, at times, you get used to it and forget that it is even there. However, there is always an incident to snap you back into reality. You stand less tall than others as a result of the burden weighing you down. You are less. The weight of the past? That doesn't exist anymore.. now does it? That's what I'm told, at least. The past and the present.. Oh, how they intertwine..
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