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N8han writes about coding as a craft. He mentions that the programmer profession doesn’t command much rapport with the man on the Clapham omnibus, and that the attempts to a) produce programs on a detailed schedule and b) scale this process often wrings all life out of the process.

I think crafting is exactly what’s happening. To me, engineering has always implied a heavy effort carefully designed by men in business casual, and to which the detriment would be collateral damage on a large scale. Bridges and towers are engineered; I can claim comparatively little of my output to be engineered, although it’s sometimes a requirement. On the other end of the scale, artistry doesn’t define it either. Some level of it is involved, but even if artistry didn’t imply going with stochastic personal whims and thus being counter to the nature of a computer program and its use, it’s not the whole picture.

Crafting implies carefully weighing your knowledge and the situation at hand to design, assemble and implement something that’s solid and that works. I think that’s what I do all day; that’s why people pay me or my employer. They don’t pay me to write Subroutine A.

Translation From PR-Speak to English of Selected Portions of the Associated Press’ Ginormous JPEG Image Detailing Their “Protect, Point, Pay” Scheme

(See: “Protect, Point, Pay“. (Mirrored here.) )

[The entirety of the linked image in all its confusing glory, including the claims that the AP can track usage, accurately determine rights and collect royalties on "fair use" usage of reprinted AP stories just because it'd be darn convenient for them if they could.]

I am high as a kite.

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Aaron Swartz went offline and became another person:

I am not happy. I used to think of myself as just an unhappy person: a misanthrope, prone to mood swings and eating binges, who spends his days moping around the house in his pajamas, too shy and sad to step outside. But that’s not how I was offline. I loved people — everyone from the counter clerk to the old friends I bumped into on the street. And I loved to go for walks and exercise in the gym and — even though there was no one around to see me — groom. Yes, groom: shower and shave and put on nice clothes and comb my hair and clean up my nails and so on, all things a month ago I would have said went against my very nature, things I never did before voluntarily.

(I joked when welcoming him back online that he’d describe his time offline in a particular way, which he did; care to guess?)

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