Last time, I talked about how a scavenged TI-82 calculator became a foundational part of my learning. Despite doing plenty of computer programming, I very much cut my teeth on the calculator’s built-in programming language. But what exactly did I do with it?
If there’s one piece of technology that made the most difference in my burgeoning love of programming, it was not a computer except in the broadest sense of the word. It was, in fact, a TI-82 graphing calculator.
My brother and I somehow managed to strike a deal with our school: after school ended and all the students would be sent home, we would go through the lockers. We would spray down and clean each locker, and empty it of anything left within. We weren’t paid, but we could keep anything we foundContinue reading “The Scavengers”
For the longest time, I had a dirty little secret: even though I fancied myself something of a “car guy,” I could not drive stick. I would watch Top Gear and hear them talking about how a manual transmission is the best way to drive a car, and I would see that some of theContinue reading “The Manual Transmission”
I wrote last time about how our cats seem relatively unfazed when they attempt to occupy the same space as our feet. In it, I showed appreciation for how they don’t hold our clumsiness (and their kamikaze foot rubbing) against us. The opposite, however, is also true. Each of our two cats has brought someContinue reading “The Forgiving Humans (The Cats, Part 5)”
I’ve written before about my enjoyment of Ultimate. However, that’s not the only disc-based sport that I enjoy. I also very much like disc golf.
When I was in third grade, the class’ computing resources consisted of three or four old Apple IIe computers. This isn’t because I’m that old, it’s just because the school I went to was a bit late to jump on the whole computer bandwagon.
Pet ownership has brought with it some surprising adventures. One unexpected adventure has been the opportunity to explore the concept of forgiveness in cats.
After visiting New Zealand in 2014, I decided to move there. I did so in 2015. This was, and I will continue saying this unless it becomes untrue, one of the best decisions of my life.
In the days when Sussman was a novice, Minsky once came to him as he sat hacking at the PDP-6.“What are you doing?”, asked Minsky.“I am training a randomly wired neural net to play Tic-Tac-Toe” Sussman replied.“Why is the net wired randomly?”, asked Minsky.“I do not want it to have any preconceptions of how toContinue reading “Tic-Tac-D’oh”