germinating peas
Willie Nelson and Tonto
runner’s diet: meat
“Search Term Haiku” is a series wherein I examine this site’s log files and construct one or more haiku poems from search terms and phrases that led visitors to the site. Where possible, I attempt to keep the search phrases intact. However, as these are haiku poems, I do need to follow the rules.
promises : callbacks :: for-loops : while-loops analogy may or may not be completely appropriate, but I thought it was reasonably illustrative of the point he was trying to make: concurrency is hard and you’ve got some choices and trade-offs to make.That success is measured in two parts: the absolute number of modules and the degree of compatibility between those modules.
The part that makes me bristle? "The absolute number of modules." With no definition of what that means. The total number of packages listed in npm? Active packages? ("Active" defined how?) Popular packages? ("Popular" defined how?) A huge number of orphaned packages is not necessarily healthy — but having not taken a census, I'm shooting from the hip there. Obviously callbacks are not holding back Node's popularity, and it appears as though it's not holding back developer productivity, but there's always been something a bit… "smelly" about them.
A function with no return value is executed only for its side effects – a function with no return value or side effects is simply a black hole.
Callback hell. (Warning: It's a (very) long post.)
UPDATE: (4/1/2013) Added Drew Crawford’s response to the James Coglan post (yes, in addition to the Mikeal Rogers post with the same title) because it was worth it.
First quarter of 2013 is wrapping up. How’d I do on my goals? Let’s take a look… Continue reading →
Many of my stories deal with the invisible bounds imposed on us by the legacy of history: colonialism, war, mass killings, power imbalances between different parts of the world and between different populations sharing the same space. These bounds infuse everything we experience and affect the fates of nations, peoples, families, and individuals. History is not just vast armies clashing on dark plains at night, but lived through by real men and women related to us. It is deeply personal.
The problem is that Catcher in the Rye is no longer a book for cool high school students. Catcher in the Rye is a book for cool high school teachers.
I haven't read Black Swan Green but she makes an outstanding case for it. And even if BSG isn't the replacement, she certainly hits the nail on the head here:
The perfect teenage book should feel like it’s being passed around secretly, its message too raw and powerful for adults to understand. It should inspire highlighting and ponderous margin notes that embarrass you 20 years later. Most of all, it should feel like it’s speaking directly to you, and only you, even if everyone else in your class is working on the same essay question.
Which just makes me ask: If not Catcher in the Rye, and if not Black Swan Green, then what? What's my nomination? What's yours?
Why are we so intent on establishing how paleolithic people ate, exercised, coupled up and raised their kids? That’s a question Zuk considers only in passing, but she hits the nail pretty solidly on the head: “We have a regrettable tendency to see what we want to see and rationalize what we already want to do…."
Inappropriate Kissing
At Joe Stone Graphic Design.
As for accountability of teachers and administrators, Sahlberg shrugs. "There's no word for accountability in Finnish," he later told an audience at the Teachers College of Columbia University. "Accountability is something that is left when responsibility has been subtracted."
In the end, I bought my wife a pretty dress to say thank you for putting up with me and my fiscally idiotic quest to write books. I also did the most rock star thing imaginable for a stay-at-home-dad/recipient-of-a-famous-cease-and-desist: I used the money to send my kid to daycare two days a week so I can have more time to write.
So to all those friends and family that keep asking me when my book is going to come out or why I'm not spending more hours per night writing or whether I've considered self-publishing: that.
But amateurs like solutions they can take for granted: Once a problem is solved, they will rarely go back or re-examine it. And because amateurs will only build on top of the most understandable solutions, it forces developers to create simple solutions that make hard problems easy to understand.
One of many great points.
She mentions that someone is asleep in the backyard. Or if not asleep then passed out. Curled up in the backseat of a car with two large and fluffy dogs piled on top of him. Grass is grown up around the car, like it has been abandoned for years. You head out into the back yard to investigate and find the car, just as she described it. Inside the car there are two large and fluffy dogs (one white, one tawny), and underneath the dogs there is indeed someone lying face down. The body is breathing. You open the car door (which squeaks loudly) and give that body a poke. He rouses. It is @fogus. He wakes easily and is instantly alert and ready to discuss anything. He follows you inside and makes himself at home. One of the dogs turns into a laptop and he uses it to make a Skype call to his mother-in-law.
Back from Florida. It was a pretty sweet vacation. Complete set of pictures is on Flickr.
Twitter archive 1 + R = nerdy charts! Continue reading →
Somehow you have managed to cut off all of your fingers with a laser. You haven’t lost the fingers because they are still inside of the Stormtrooper gloves that you’re wearing. So to the untrained eye, it looks like you still have all of your fingers (“…just fine, thank you very much”) but they’re just hanging — dangling there inside of the gloves. You move around the campus, trying to find someone that will help you — an infirmary, a friend, anyone — but no one seems to hear you. (Can they not hear you? Or are they simply not listening? Are they just ignoring you?) You just know that someone can reattach your fingers if you can just get help from them in time. You keep looking. Your fingers keep dangling. You cannot flex them. And no one can hear you.