september

A view of Denali from Talkeetna

Here’s another view of Denali from the rivers in Talkeetna in mid-September. As I always add, Denali is at least 60-70 miles away in this photo.

When I lived in Alaska I was told that you can only see Denali one day out of every eight, so visitors only have ~12.5% chance of seeing it. I was fortunate to live there and see it many times.

(Not to be doubly morbid this morning, but that’s the river I’d like my ashes thrown into.)

A quiet, attractive new programming language (Scala 3) alvin November 25, 2019 - 7:53am

Here’s some source code that demonstrates a quiet, concise, and attractive new programming language I’d enjoy using:

Scala 3 (Dotty), September 30, 2019

Ruthlessly edit this text alvin November 17, 2019 - 5:19pm

As I get back into “book writing” mode, it’s funny to find notes like this that I left for myself:

TODO: Edit this text ruthlessly when you’re feeling better.

I was so sick during the last few months, I have no memory of writing that.

~ a note from september, 2016

I’m Not The Radical Left, I’m The Humane Middle

These are some terrific words from a blog post titled, I’m Not The Radical Left, I’m The Humane Middle:

I believe in full LGBTQ rights.
I believe we should protect the planet.
I believe everyone deserves healthcare.
I believe all religions are equally valid.
I believe the world is bigger than America.
I believe to be “pro-life,” means to treasure all of it.
I believe whiteness isn’t superior and it is not the baseline of humanity.
I believe we are all one interdependent community.
I believe people and places are made better by diversity.
I believe people shouldn’t be forced to abide by anyone else’s religion.
I believe non-American human beings have as much value as American ones.
I believe generosity is greater than greed, compassion better than contempt, and kindness superior to derision.
I believe there is enough in this world for everyone: enough food, enough money, enough room, enough care — if we unleash our creativity and unclench our fists.

Ball jar glass cracks, explodes

So I pour some root beer in a Ball jar glass I use to drink from. I put some ice in it, then set it on the counter because I realize I left my glasses in the bedroom. In the bedroom I hear a cracking noise from the kitchen, but when I come back I can’t figure out what it was, so I assume it was the ice cracking in the root beer.

I pick up the Ball glass, take it to the computer area, then realize I now left my glasses in the kitchen. So I start walking to the kitchen, and the bottom of one of my feet feels a little wet. I can’t make sense of that, unless the Ball glass already started perspiring and dripped.

I come back to the computer area and find a little puddle of root beer under my glass. “Oh,” I think, “the root beer must have overflowed after I put the ice in. Strange I didn’t feel it on my hands.”

So I pick up the Ball glass and think, “Huh, that’s a lot of root beer under there,” so I take it back to the kitchen to rinse the glass under the sink. When I put the glass under the sink the bottom explodes and falls out.

Stuff that will make you wonder about the nature of reality alvin September 22, 2019 - 5:21pm

When I woke up this morning I was very refreshed and my brain was quiet, so I decided to meditate. Shortly after that the room got a little busy, and then a terrific Michael Jackson song started playing. As I watched what was going on in the room and listened to the musicians and the lyrics, I realized it was a song that doesn't exist here in awakeland. Stuff like that will make you wonder about the nature of reality.