Yes, there are such things as best practices in software development, and they have legitimate value, but as a beginner you are not obligated to internalize all of them at once. Just stop worrying about it! Make something you’re proud of, then improve it little by little. Learn one thing at a time and make incremental progress.
Bad code is the first step towards good code — Let’s Make Things — Medium (via scriptsht)
This has been an on-going theme for me the last year and change. I must work harder to remember this. Baby steps.
A Book By Its Covers: The Great Gatsby (T Magazine, via Coudal)
Some of the others are interesting, as an exercise, but I think none will ever win me away from the original. It is wonderfully Roaring Twenties-nearly-art-deco without being cliché and the type is pretty great (if you can ignore the “TS” kerning up there…).
A few of the alternate covers do that thing that makes me personally batty which is: giving the reader a face for the book’s characters. They’re drawings at least and not photos, but even so: do not want.
Um. So, it’s from Blomkamp, stars Matt Damon, Sharlto Copley, and Jodie Foster? Oh and Faran Tahir?
I mean, sure, I guess that’s a thing a studio would put together. ! So in.
One of my favorite stories about my Pops describes the extra TVs (little ones! It was the early ’80s, after all) he kept in the house that he might watch multiple football games Sunday mornings. My educated guess is the same set-up saw plenty of use through basketball season, too.
And here I am in my hotel room watching 2 different games on 2 different devices and it would be 3 but there’s no hockey for me tonight, every inch my father’s daughter.
That’s a pretty great photo.
thought i’d share a few photos from the #tumblrxgap geographer show i hosted at gap san francisco last week! got to meet the band, watch an awesome show with a really sweet crowd, and snapped a few photos of fashionable show-goers!
and don’t forget to check out my gap styl.d by calivintage festival fashion guide in honor of the event!
thanks so much to gap, tumblr, filter magazine, geographer, and sxsw!
Eyes on the Stars: Ronald E. McNair’s brother talks to StoryCorps about his brother. This is pretty wonderful, the walking sequence of 9-year-old animated Ronald is fantastic.
Pens are time-travelers. That’s the only explanation. In some future time that none of us have gotten to, the world is made of pens. It is like a hideous Dali-Shakespeare-H.G.Wells landscape where the horizon is formed of tidal slopes of Bics, Papermates, and Staedtlers, rolling about in plastic, pigment, and spring-powered carcasses. Overhead an anemic sun the color of an egg yolk weeps a dry eye for humanity.
Maggie Stiefvater cracks me up the most; pondering lost pens.
Progress in 2012: 26 books. 2 more than last year! (:
I have given up scolding myself for continuing to buy books when there are 40+ perfectly good ones sitting in my bookcase—as vices go, buying books seems pretty mild, so I’ll take it.
The good news is reading on the bus is working really well for me, but I am loathe to read borrowed books on the bus as those books spend a lot of time getting pushed around and beat up in my bag.
Trying to hit a number for the year never works out for me, but! I still have 2 goals for 2013’s reading:
- I want to avoid the Great Autumn Slump (I read almost nothing between August-November);
- I want to reduce my to-read shelves from 2 overflowing shelves to half of 1 shelf.
Here we go! Starting the year with The Fault in Our Stars (John Green) and Your Brain at Work, (David Rock).
I don’t ever want to fail, but I want to risk failure every time out of the gate.
Quentin’s World (via @jacqui)
Tarantino, as a director, frequently makes me angry. He uses such a specific combination of stylized & real violence that I lose the ability to use my words and end up treading water in a pool of “I hate that guy”—I’m looking right at you, Reservoir Dogs.
I can’t articulate what it is that gets under my skin so badly, but…I keep going back! I don’t know; his movies force me to think (about movies, stories, violence, etc.) in ways most movies don’t and I appreciate it even as I’m covering my eyes, trying not to hear the squishy sound after the bat makes contact.
Maybe I keep going back because when he does push the limits of whatever (which is always), it never seems to me like he’s pushing just for the fuck of it: he’s trying to get at something and whether the audience figures out what that something is is… immaterial? Which could be precious, but never plays that way to me at least.