Please Come to Boston

I think I’ve come to the conclusion that there are some things that some
people are good at and some things that people just aren’t good at. That and
that there are at least two types of people in the world. One is the
math/number/coder type people who can admire code and computers for their
beauty and think to themselves how awsome it is that you can poke around and
find the data at a memory address if you need to. The other group is the
artsy group, who love abstraction, acting, feeling and that sort of
thing. Things that cannot be objectified or codeified (guess which group I
fall into).

Anyway, I was helping an old friend of mine (theatre major) with some
programming homework. Sure, I’ve been coding for more than a year or two at
this point, and I know I’m not that great a teacher, but I could see
the blank look when I’d say something like “so what does this line do?”
“prints out the number” “what number?” “the number in numb [the variable name
we were using]” “which is?” “whatever’s in there.”


Don’t get me wrong, I love helping people, but somethings I just “get” and
somethings you just don’t “get” 🙂

Long day. Bless Electric Fence for finding all my bugs. Curse Electic Fence
for picking up bugs where I have no idea what the problem is.