Links! Things of beauty!

• Amazing weather photography
• A building explodes with color
• The Joy of Painting (with Bob Ross)

I love it when people use physics to hurt themselves!

The pre-blog interview

I'm 25 years old. I grew up in a little neighborhood in Atlanta with streets all named after dead poets. I lived on Radcliffe Drive. My best friend lived on Kipling Drive. My friend had a real talent for art, and I didn't. We would both go down to the park in a wagon, draw stuff there, and then sell it for 10 cents. Sometimes, parents bought our drawings.

I gave up on art a long time ago. I'm in the world of the logical now. I write programs. I work at a computer security company, where I try to exercise a bit of creativity by designing the user interface for an IPS. Today, I realized that I'm not the greatest programmer in the world just because I was the greatest programmer among the people I knew.

I'm not the most humble person, you see. I love to be flattered. All I want is for people to tell me that I've done something well. That's the motivation behind a lot of my behavior.

I wasn't always like this. There was a time when I realized that there's no reason to care what other people think of me. But that time has long passed, and now I feel like everyone is constantly judging me. Again.

So I don't say much. And I don't make art. And I don't play an instrument. And I don't write. I'm a total consumer, and I need to practice producing.

And that's why I'm writing this blog.