Back in March when we first went into isolation, I needed to set up a home office. I already had a desk which held my own personal computer, so I thought it made sense to set up my work area somewhere nearby.Continue reading “The Pandemic Desk”
For the longest time, I believed that both cardinal directions and names of seasons should always be capitalized. Thus, I would write sentences like, “Much as migratory birds do, I like to move South in the Winter.” I am sure that at some point I looked it up, so I’m not sure if I found a source that was wrong or outdated or if I just did not read my source as attentively as I could have (all of these possibilities seem very consistent with my general way of being), but in any case, it turns out I was wrong.Continue reading “The Capitalization Mishap”
When I was in college, after having moved from the dorms to an apartment, I decided I needed a set of shelves. I had never bought shelves before, but it seemed like the sort of thing that was within my capabilities.Continue reading “The Shelves”
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?Continue reading “The Calculator, Part 2”
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.Continue reading “The Calculator, Part 1”
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 found in the lockers.Continue 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 the coolest and sportiest cars came either only in manual or primarily in manual, and I would feel my secret shame.Continue 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 some unique challenges into our lives.Continue reading “The Forgiving Humans (The Cats, Part 5)”