Recently, I attended a workshop by some developers on Rails. The awesome things one can do with that framework BLEW my mind. My mind has been having these uncontrollable power outbursts recently; but that’s for another post.
I first learnt about Rails during it’s first release – 1.2 to be precise. The famous “Build a weblog in 15minutes” tutorial spread like wildfire. I also did other cool miniature apps that till this day still sit on my hard disk searching for the light at the end of the tunnel; a day when they can go live on the Interweb. So I’m not new to the business. But ever since 1.2, I didn’t build apps again because of preoccupation with God-knows-what. 2.3 was the next version I heard of… Then came 3.
Recently, a group of people I grew to be part of invited me to watch a movie from their home country. “It is an award winning movie”, the gist in the air gossiped to my ever reluctant ears. On reaching, there was an AV problem that caused the movie screening to delay. Ineresting us in the movie, a description was given.
This movie is about the dictatorship in Brazil. Times were dark. Rather, I should say times were bitter sweet. A boy lost everything he ever loved: mom, dad, family, school, football, and was sent to love with his grandfather who died on the day he was to arrive. And so the story did begin. As I watched it, despite the gruesomeness in concept, the writer stole come scenes to insert mild humour. Words can only say thus much. You should make effort to see the movie.
You never know what you don’t have until you meet someone who has it. Conversely, you never know what you have until you meet someone who does not have it. I need some motivation right now. Spring comes with implicit laziness. First of all, the time changes – confusing the living daylight out of the human biological clock. The weather follows suite by randomly becoming nice making you sleep in most of the time. The motivation to do work melts away with the ice. Read the rest of this entry »
Sometime back, WordPress shipped a version of their iOS app and I called them out on a couple – maybe few – flaws with it. They tried to implement view rotation and failed epicly at it. About two days after my post on the flaws, there was a rollback. “Obviously”, I thought, “Y’all should know more by now not to ship buggy software – especially when you’re shipping on the iOS platform”. And all the sorry engineers at WordPress, with their heads bowed to the floor like they all lost half a penny, echoed “we know”.
An imminent horizon of cliffs obstructs the view. In a strange vicinity, anxiety searches for comfort. Rolling and tumbling in confusion, Anxiety is stopped by the Promise. “Let’s go home”, she said. “That’s what she said”, Anxiety replied.
For the longest time, the conversation carried on with jest in the air and trust slowly building up. At the culmination of the talk, anxiety sees comfort within the Promise. Humiliation pushes Anxiety into the ever open arms of the Promise. “This is just the beginning, it’s going to be a long ride home. But I’ll take care of you”, the Promise assured. “That’s what she said”, replied Anxiety for the seventeenth time; clearly enjoying this.
Slowly the promise pulled away from the cliffs. Started on a long winding road with dark uncertainty beneath her and bright assurance above her, which she looked up to. Anxiety boiled up inside of her. She felt like a rattlesnake that just ate it’s rattle. Still she kept calm.
Soon the promise began losing strength. Her will – ever strong a d fixed, her strength exponentially waned. She coughed and spat, jerked sometimes – rocking Anxiety within. Her voice became croaky; snot came out of every breadth. Every step forward was preferred by a backward tug. “I must keep my promise” is the thought that furled her journey. Oblivious to her condition, Anxiety thought in his mind, “that’s what she said”.
Yet the Promise runs, runs and is still running. Anxiety sits, sits and is still sitting.
I am anxious. And this must be the shittiest Greyhound bus ride home.