Love this sentence: > I, however, seem to have chosen a few lapidary words—communion, multiples, with whom—to dress up a generic commonplace as an epigram that will fool none but those who are too easily pleased. It reminds me of why npydyuan still lives on my daily chart (and why I should work on doing my eight things as early in the day as possible—it's just too hard to think by the time everyone's in bed). Elegance is essential. There is still life in the possibilities afforded by good old, plain old text, and I still want to practice living in that world. Especially now that I am learning alternatives to my old anxiety-ridden habits, and am coming out as imperfect. Yes, writing and programming, and programming's younger cooler and makes more money, but writing is not after all its weaker feeb granduncle. It's every bit as concrete, functional, and magical, and I am just as (delightfully, terrifyingly) far from mastery of it. Both can—and must—be done for and with love. > We need to be reminded every day that our work must not and cannot be about ourselves and that we can see nothing of the world when an oversize ego is always standing in the way. (2015)