I didn’t grow up around the advent of personal computing—I was a bit (read as: 20 years) late. But I sure wish I did. There’s something very earnest to me about old computer interfaces. I’m the hugest sucker for vicarious nostalgia.
And Mac Paint is the bee’s knees.
They cannot know who I am, inside.
Reflections on learning natural language processing.
Patterns draw me in because they tell stories of the mundane. They speak of everyday life and its routines.
Guess the ending.
Beige: #EEC7B8, Powder Blue: #CAB7BB, Pink: #89CCE2
A personal response to editorial: Groupthink, The New Yorker
I hope we’ll play catch in space.
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