Efficiency is Independence
I'm a retired architect building systems that don't need "Big Tech" permission to exist. I run a full web presence, mail stack, and security layer for a dozen users on 1GB of RAM. No Docker. No bloat. No bullshit.
The Engineering Repositories
The Artist's Gallery & Manuscripts
Painting
c. 1859 • Oil on Canvas
This is a work by the French artist Octave Tassaert, who was active in the 19th century. The painting is an intensely personal and visceral exploration of masochistic ecstasy. The central figure, a woman, is depicted in a state of profound and almost painful pleasure. The expression on her face i...
Manuscript
understandGenre: Speculative Fiction
Understanding Friendship A quest to understand understanding: What is friendship?
Or, more precisely, what does it take to be a friend?
I've never considered myself a good friend to anyone.
I'd offer help, not necessarily when it was convenient, but when it didn't cost too much, if that makes sense.
I suppose I'd evaluate the investment.
I might help for days or weeks if I deemed it worthy and if it didn't take away from my family.
If I believed it would in any way negatively impact my child ...
Or, more precisely, what does it take to be a friend?
I've never considered myself a good friend to anyone.
I'd offer help, not necessarily when it was convenient, but when it didn't cost too much, if that makes sense.
I suppose I'd evaluate the investment.
I might help for days or weeks if I deemed it worthy and if it didn't take away from my family.
If I believed it would in any way negatively impact my child ...
Poetry
Amours De Voyage.by Arthur Hugh Clough
Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, And taste with a distempered appetite! SHAKSPEARE. I1 doutait de tout, m'me de l'arnour. FRENCH NOVEL. Solvitur ambulando. SOLUTIO SOPHISMATUM. Flevit amores Non elaboratum ad pedem. HORACE. CANTO I. Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summit, Unto, the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, Come, let us go, to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered, Where every breath even now changes to ether divine. Come, let us go;...