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Michael Maraist
Why learn when you can explore?
Why learn when you can explore?


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"Hi, I'd like to hear a TCP joke."

"Hello, would you like to hear a TCP joke?"

"Yes, I'd like to hear a TCP joke."

"OK, I'll tell you a TCP joke."

"Ok, I will hear a TCP joke."

"Are you ready to hear a TCP joke?"

"Yes, I am ready to hear a TCP joke."

"Ok, I am about to send the TCP joke. It will last 10 seconds, it has two characters, it does not have a setting, it ends with a punchline."

"Ok, I am ready to get your TCP joke that will last 10 seconds, has two characters, does not have an explicit setting, and ends with a punchline."

"I'm sorry, your connection has timed out.

"Hello, would you like to hear a TCP joke?"

I'd tell you a UDP joke, but I'm not sure you'd get it.

What does computing the number of edges a rabbit would replicate across a rubiks cube while radioactively decaying have to do with programming google??? foobar to the extreme. JEZZZ

(facebook sloppy seconds)
Natalie (7) talked to me this evening about a classmate being "in love". After a few rounds, I worked out a simple test for her to apply to determine if a friend is in love or in want.
Imagine I'm holding a kick-ass bar of chocolate.. One so good it makes you scream "please please please, I really love that chocolate bar.. I will be sooo nice, I'll clean my room.. please can I have even just al ittle bite? Please.. Oh I'll love you forever if you just let me have a bite".... Here our girlish 'love' is confused with want. An endearing endeavor to acquire some exeperience.. A cholocate bliss (memory lane from the count chocula aside). But what if, instead of giving the bar of chocolate I quickly shove the entire bar into my mouth, and make euphoric sounds... Oh that was sooooooo goood... Natalie's next reaction will tell me the difference between love and want.
The love would be for the thing inside our heads.. The achievement of some mental goal, a bliss, a happiness, a longetivy, a healthiness... The thing that is abstracted from ourselves.. We can love a thing whether we affect it or not.. Can we love the chocolate bar if we don't eat it? If it's a movie or story line, maybe.. If it's the M&Ms commercial chocolate bean, and he achieves some story plot line, we can love it for the rest of our lives without ever having enjoy'd it's savory sweetness.
But.. no, crying and thrasting and throwing and screaming.. These are the result of my hastily embibed chocolate selfishness. Not the meta-physical, but instead of the actual death by someone else's mouth leaves a feeling of emptiness, of loss, of absolute frustration. You did not love the chocolate, you coveted it.. You jeallously guarded it's exclusive consumption.
So what with a boy? Shall we shove the boy in some other girls' mouth? Shall the chocolate masculine 'first kiss' ever be enjoyed by her again? Or is it sloppy seconds? A now disgusting proposition. Wanted even less than not knowing the boy ever existed in the first place?
But what if this wasn't the experience. What if our biological jeallousy to reproduce exclusively with strongest/healthiest (e.g. cutest to our filtering eyes)' ape-man to promote our lineage/jeans weren't at play. What if our heroine 'loved' this man instead of wanting for him. What if his exclusive (artificial) consumption, his first kiss wasn't what she coveted jeallously. But instead his 'happiness'.. his 'health'. his live... Why then would him being happy in someone else's arms cause her such distress? If I needed to fix my wife's sink, I'd want the best person to fix it for her possible.. most likely another man.. a .. shall I say it.. plumber... But the shame you say.. You're a man, your role is to plumb. to right that pipe. But daft ye, I say... I want a god damn working sink for my princess!! And if it takes another man!!!
So to pondered love I say this... In your head, if you can picture that loving target in the arms of another suiter.. And your thought is, I am happy that he is happy.. I wish nothing better for him that the best..... Then love might be in your heart... But if anger, jeallousy, rage, sunken-feeling is there instead... Then go buy a fucking bar of chocolate, it's a perfect substitute.

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to put it bluntly
What's main difference between 'junior' and 'senior' developer?
Talent hits a target no one else can hit;
Genius hits a target no one else can see.
Arthur Schopenhauer

What's the difference between junior, middle, and senior developers?
There will be as many answers to this question as there are programmers.
But I judge them this way:
   A Junior developer will need near-constant help. Not only will they not know the business domain, but they may also struggle with the fundamentals of the language or the toolset. They don't know what they don't know, so without guidance, they will make frequent mistakes which, if not kept on top of, will derail the wider team.
    A regular Developer has some experience under their belt. They will be independently productive and will be able to tackle most tasks on their own, or understand when they need to reach out for help.
    A Senior Developer has even more experience and will be able to design solutions as well as completing tasks. However, they may need their proposed designs vetted before they start to implement, as they won't necessarily have an overall architectural vision. They will be able to mentor more junior members of the team.
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This was a very interesting read.  

If I interpret it correctly, our skin is a pattern recognition engine, just like our eyes and ears and taste-buds.   When something bad happens (e.g. the skin is broken), the surrounding skin does it's best to detect the types of chemicals that were present during the break-in.  If the body eventually goes into reaction mode, the skin 'learns' that the trace chemical is a harbinger of doom.  Thus if the skin ever detects that chemical signature again, it triggers an early warning system that shuts the whole body down (putting it into bacteria-fighting mode, for example).  The problem is that this happens all over the body, not just in the affected area.  The common most troublesome result is the restriction of the breathing passages.  *anaphylactic shock*

The research suggests worms invading our intestines is a common historic problem for humans, and a good use-case for this pattern detection system.

Things like peanut/laxative/pollen/dust/etc allergies, etc imply similar skin-response patterns.. At some point, you are not allergic, then later on in life (possibly still in child-hood) you are.  

A series of bee stings is an unfortunate good example.  many pricks by bees/hornets on different parts of the body.. A very unique chemical signature is detected, along the skin lesion - the body will be ready to globally react next time it detects even the 1st protrusion.

Now, to take a lesson from email spam scanning.  You don't treat an email flagged as spam as forever bad... You augment a probability model.  If you've historically flagged an email as ham then this on email may just be an anomaly.. But if there is a burst of spam, the probability model can swing.  But there is a manual ham button to compensate when the burst is over, swinging the probability back.

The human body should have such a trigger... If the FIRST experience with a chemical is bad.. Then sure, proteins are unique-enough, it may be the scent of a pathogen.   But if you've "been eating peanut butter your whole life", and one day you have a nasty pathogen, and there are traces of peanut butter around the damage point... The body SHOULD be able to quorum vote and tell the mast cell to go F itself.

But since we socially learn that peanut butter MIGHT cause anaphylactic shock, we keep our children away from potentially reactive chemicals.  Thus the first time they do encounter it, may be amidst a pathogen (say an allergy test) or some restaurant food that doesn't settle well with us.

I grew up dirty as a boy could be.  No anti-bacterial. And some other unspeakables.  I'd eat raw uncooked foods when my mother wasn't looking.  I grew up on processed foods; antibiotics, vaccines, what-have-you.  So I should be dying of cancer by this point according to Organic literature.  But I speculate the opposite.  The constant barrage of spam so to speak is training my body that certain chemicals are regularly present when I'm still healthy, and training them that they're also pre-present when I'm sick as a dog.  So my immune system is able to filter out the noise and attach legit pathogens.

I definitely lost some of this correctly targeted immune system when I left college and worked in the big city - using antibacterial soap, not being outside much, etc.   My allergies came out of no-where.  But now that I have "dirty" children surrounding me, I see my immunity getting better.   My throat-and-gum-swelling due to eating an entire carton of peanuts is starting to go lesson (I'm hamming that damn allergy out of existence - so to speak).

So like unwanted email, I believe our allergies are correctable. Helicopter parenting not withstanding.

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