Little corner of appreciation—or assortment of things I want to remember that were made by passionate humans.

It doesn't mean I endorse the individual creators or that I'm fully aligned— there is a strong correlation, but sometimes it's admiration, respect or raw memory keeping.

##Writings

Title Year Author
I'm an American software developer and the broligarchs don't speak for me 2025 ratfactor
Handles are the better pointers 2018 Flooh
The Seed Beneath the Snow 2026 Oatmeal?
Why we can't have nice software 2024 Andrew Kelley
Writing an Efficient Vulkan Renderer 2020 Zeux

##Videos

Title Duration Year Author Comment
Adobe software works better when pirated 06:50 2021 Louis Rossmann How socially people defend losing rights for a brief moment to feel better than someone else.
Anxiety! 17:54 2025 I'm Happy You're Here
Case for Feminism in Programming Language Design 48:39 2025 Felienne Hermans Amazing talk about a cultural obsession for difficulty over usefulness.
Finale - How Music Software Dies 1:22:54 2025 Tantacrul
For-Profit (Creative) Software 1:14:32 2025 EndVertex
Grace Hopper's Nanoseconds 5:00 1985 Grace Hopper
History of Facebook's (& Meta's) Decline 3:09:57 2024 Tantacrul
I'm Tired of Listening to Nerds and Dweebs 8:36 2025 Internet Shaquille
Musical Elitism is Everywhere 1:02:09 2022 Tantacrul
The Terribly Tragic, Totally Avoidable, Absolute Collapse of the Gaming Industry 1:06:25 2025 Acerola The one good video on the topic
Why Science illiteracy is Dangerous 2:23 1996 Carl Sagan

##Good Software

##Papers / Talks

##Other Things

##Quotes

There is the desire of a consumer society to have no learning curves. This tends to result in very dumbed-down products that are easy to get started on, but are generally worthless and/or debilitating.

— Alan Kay, 2013

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

― Kurt Vonnegut, 1962

Why would you have this weird public scrap book? Shouldn't note taking be private?

Most information in this day and age happens in one of two forms, the first: an extraordinarily complicated machine beyond an individual's full comprehension procedurally provides you with such content — it may be social media, news agency, or a grifter. Someone is always trying to sell you something, making you feel insecure, invalid, making you close-off from other people. The second: a friend recommends you something they got from the machinery.

I have watched / listened / read so much information that I'm deeply appreciative of, simultaneously, family, friends, neighbors have done the same and maybe some of these experiences are partially shared, such as the common parasocial relationship with an influencer (who is selling you something), but effectively we had no meaningful interaction.

A major factor in making this public, is that you rarely get curated information in the day-to-day — information someone has reflected and deeply cared about — has transformed it in their mind and wasn't just a passive act of comsumption, but also of production.

One final reason is that when I write, I want people to know what else I interact with, so they know some of my biases and know things I like. How else would I inform to you that the article "Handles are the better pointers" is something that has stuck with me for 8 years the same way "Musical Elitism is Everywhere" did.

My favorite people have always been the ones with an intrinsic motivation for creation and curiosity, and this rarely takes form in a deep obsession in a single discipline, curiosity inevitably leads to branching out to other fields.

Work is a deeply human activity, and this is my public record for the things I have deeply cared about, a meaning that can't be expressed by the machinery's convenience. Love and care is hard work and thought.

Convenience has its place, and that place cannot be the one that replaces human meaning. Cooking for a friend isn't convenient, patching their shirt, handmaking a gift, putting effort, these are the purest expression of love and care, and it takes hard work and thought. Love is inconvenience.