I’m pissed and sunburned, late at night, speakers resonating with fury. I’m wearing my blue vest and no shirt, but the felt liner is cozy. I’m still pissed. Not cause of her, but because of the fury of the nighttime thunderstorm and the weight of the world.
I was languishing in my bed at the tail end of an afternoon nap, winamp streaming out the chillout channel of an internet radio station. I was in a half-dreamlike state, letting the pulse of the music flow over me in my bed like aural silk. I was also thinking
I’m a fiend. I’m a devilish incarnation of spite and hatred. I have long black scales and a fine covering of ash colored hair. I take pleasure in the pain of others. I snicker at the chaos that unfolds before my eyes. The struggles of honest men are
I was walking to class today thinking about the problems with current software design and what could be improved. Currently coding is just writing text files that are parsed and compiled. Integrated developer environments like Microsoft Visual Studio are just fancy text editors with some nice functionality – such as debugging
Art is defined as: Human effort to imitate, supplement, alter, or counteract the work of nature. The conscious production or arrangement of sounds, colors, forms, movements, or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty, specifically the production of the beautiful in a graphic or plastic medium.