AI Parallelism: The New Forcing Function for Clean Architecture For decades, clean architecture has been a hard sell. Not because developers don’t understand its value—they do. The problem is incentive structure. Good architecture is a deferred investment. You pay the cost now (more files, more interfaces, more ceremony) for benefits that materialize later: maintainability, testability, onboarding speed. But “later” is abstract. The immediate reward for stuffing logic into one class was real—less context switching, faster to write, everything in view. ...

In what is found the greatness of man? In his understanding? That would leave the difference between man and beast to be a matter of degree. In fact, that would leave beast as our superior; his intellect is perfectly suited to his needs. The path to obtain them - or the cruel reality of his inability - is always clear. Unique to man is not-understanding - the ability to recognize a vastness which is not understood, and to be inspired by that awareness. The beast lives in his world, which consists entirely of what he perceives. Only man loses himself in the stars. ...

So- I have my big idea. I have my shiny tech that I want to use. widgetbook void editor flutter slimwiki There’s only one small problem - I don’t know what to do NOW. Just what I want eventually. So Away goes all the shiny tech. Out comes the pencil and paper And another paper And another Even in the age of AI A long road is a long road

As I glared at my garden, the rocks, the old shade tree The flowers were thirsty, a branch poked my eye When I heard a clear echo, of goodness of gaiety Two sweet singing lovebirds had just now flown by. Their laughter and dancing put pause to my aching My groaning - this garden that I had to care! They sing of the roses, the nest in the making They sing of their dreams as they soared through the air. ...

Just the very strongest fires Laugh at oceans pouring down Still the flame kissed scarlet flowers Seize the sky as salt-rain drowns Why the beast and where the love When the end the endless tears We look we yearn to find our dove With olive branch so many years.

It’s so late And I’m thinking how you’re doing I’m so tired But I just can’t fall asleep Try to hope That you’re ok But the future looks so bleak And it’s so late It’s so early And I’m thinking how you’re doing Can’t believe it Even though I’d thought it was Day is starting Your suns already setting Or did it just start to shine So bright So far away And it’s so early

The story is told of the young man who comes back home after meeting a prospective match. His mother asks him, “How was she?”. The young man answers, “She wasn’t so pretty, but that didn’t bother me. And she didn’t have the most fine character, but that also didn’t bother me. She doesn’t come from such a good family, but that didn’t bother me…” And he continued down a long list of things which didn’t bother him about the young woman he had gone to meet. Finally, his mother cuts him off, and asks, “Why did none of that bother you??” ...

Slowly migrating my father’s blog from blogspot to github pages.

We want our homes to be safe. Many people suffice with a heavy door and a strong lock. But it isn’t always enough to fortify our homes. In our increasingly volatile world, it is wise to strengthen our selves, with firearms and the like. But even the most ardent believers in the importance of self defense don’t recommend removing your front door. The internet is good, bad, everywhere, and forever. Most people recognize the importance of restricting access to dangerous content on devices, even if they can’t be bothered to do anything about it. It is a challenge to set up filters on all of our family’s myriad devices, and there are often monthly fees attached. It has the potential to get confrontational, and even after all of that, it’s only for devices we know about. ...

A dozen times a day I say your name is great And holy I see their faces. The world is as you will I know you are the king So why Do I shake with their fear? Where is salvation Where is Messiah In our life And in the days Of all of your children Is your name so great? And still A dozen times a day I say your great name Is blessed For ever and ever And ever. Where is the praise The beauty and the splendor Thick stench Coarse hands A shattered world. Is your name still higher than every comfort? ...