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sidestreet moments, florence. 35mm

respect your body when it’s asking for a break. respect your mind it’s seeking to rest. honor yourself when you need a moment.

#n2s

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#oh worm i love this #aesthetic #makeup

allthingslinguistic

“In theory, you can make a programming language out of any symbols. The computer doesn’t care. The computer is already running an invisible program (a compiler) to translate your IF or body into the 1s and 0s that it functions in, and it would function just as effectively if we used a potato emoji 🥔 to stand for IF and the obscure 15th century Cyrillic symbol multiocular O ꙮ to stand for body. The fact that programming languages often resemble English words like “body” or “if” is a convenient accommodation for our puny human meatbrains, which are much better at remembering commands that look like words we already know. But only some of us already know the words of these commands: those of us who speak English. The “initial promise of the web” was only ever a promise to its English-speaking users, whether native English-speaking or with access to the kind of elite education that produces fluent second-language English speakers in non-English-dominant areas.”

— Coding Is for Everyone—as Long as You Speak English (Gretchen McCulloch in Wired)

#oH fuCK shE SNAPPED #cs #coding #compsci #good read #writing

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Me: I’m gonna finish writing that thing tonight!

Me:

#me as a human #literally my life story #did i already say this was me #me #tag urself

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sunset & flowery faces, a sunday of sorts

#aesthetic

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i met up with an old writer friend over the weekend and she told me about how she sends every single thing she writes to The New Yorker.

“they always reject me,” she shrugs. “but at least it’s a rejection from the New Yorker. i mean, that’s something, right?”

i find so much beauty in that. to not rest until every single thing you’ve written has been rejected by The New Yorker. it gave me this odd urge to pump my fist to the sky. it just summed up so much about being a writer. the importance of rejection, and how you see it, and how you use it. this is the lot i’ve chosen: rejection and a whole lotta wine to go with it.

#writing