Month: May 2013

Programming is horrible. Not really because it’s weird and painfully slow but because time evaporates with this shit. I mean, in a way that is so not healthy, physically.

You don’t want to eat, you’re about to solve something. You don’t care about what’s going on around, you’re just getting how this sub-system works. I like to understand things and the “haha!” moment where you finally can do what you wanted is great and oh, so powerful.

But it’s 6 hours later, I’m hungry my body is achy, the day is over and it depresses me. I understand why coders often work at night, it’s calm and less depressing to see the sunrise.

But it doesn’t fit me, I’m a sleeper. I’ve been following everything this article says all my life. I remember my mom telling me about deep sleep and how I didn’t want to miss that stage so I could become a Super Saiyan easily.

We spend one third of our lives sleeping, it’s crucial for muscle recovery, fact retention and preparing the body to operate at full speed the next day, sleep is one of the most important things when it comes to day-to-day happiness.

So when I see every single coder ruining their sleep and diet for decades, I’m pretty sure it ain’t good.

Anyway, it makes me scared of coding it’s like going down the rabbit hole. If I start in the morning and think I’ll be able to make sound or music in the afternoon, it usually doesn’t happen. Nothing happens but lines of language that only machines understand. At least when I create audio it’s for an audience, it’s direct, it’s timeless no one gives a crap about “my code” and how I perfectly formatted it. In two years to do the same I’ll be ticking three dialog boxes.

We really, really, really need better tools to build software.

So I learned about Mandingo parties the other day. There’s an obviously nsfw documentary on Vice. You know, it’s the kind of thing I thought was some suburban legend but hell no, it exists.

Well, the documentary covers a Mandingo business in Florida. Florida, man. Giant snails sinkholes and swingers, Florida isn’t about the average.

But I saw that it was not just there. It’s not that a career as a black escort would interest me -though I’d probably do a great one, let’s be real- it’s the women’s psychology, sexual appetite and social construct that interests me.

How does it feel to grow up scared of black men and 30 years later craving for their cocks? Do you feel liberated, finally, or is that a twisted game of white guilt and fantasy? Also, it is well documented that a lot of women’s highest sexual drive happens in their 40s and beyond, how much does it weigh in? What about all these -white- guys with small penises who don’t want that swinger lifestyle, do they get as many plastic tools as possible? How do they deal with that and their maybe past and glorious careers as powerful men?

Is religion and its terrible view on sexuality responsible for people going nuts over sex after decades of denial in their lives?

There are so many things going on, it’s fascinating.

Small tool to write without distraction. It’s free, you can save in .rtf .odt. It’s the best I found.

I made four themes with wallpapers found on the web a while ago:

Nothing fancy, but I thought I would share. Now write these thoughts!

A lot of creative people see the world this way:

Boxes, nice ones. You go there. You’re part of that. Your role is. There are sound effects, music, sound design. There are music genres.

But I mostly see it this way:

There’s a pool. The audio pool, for instance. In it, there’s everything that triggers sound whatever it is. Then I use this whatever it is for a purpose, to convey something. Distinctions between a bass guitar or a 8bit bleep don’t matter as much as we believe they do.

It’s this philosophy that keeps bringing my ass to Japanese animated movies because this is exactly what they do. They don’t care, they use whatever could work and be original. Soderbergh cries out about how we use music in films today and it’s because of seeing things in perfectly marketed boxes, again. Same with the game industry except that there, boxes are titanium-reinforced stainless steel boxes. Hence stagnation, mutation is not encouraged.

And it’s the same with so many, many things. Where are my games with vintage filters rendering, fucked up 2D perspective, fisheye effect and so forth? Where are my giant trackpads for two players or more where people finally don’t need to try to look through their hands to play a touch game? Why can’t we have a contract for gay people that just gives the exact same rights as for marriage but -wait for it- we don’t call it marriage so that old people STFU? “I got our G-union contract, baby. we’re set!”

Are we humans so dumb that we need to put people and things in virtual, non-existing-outside-our-minds boxes even when we know that it’s fundamentally a broken system? Disappointing. Dumb.