• Life,  Personal

    My 11 best songs and why I love them.

    1.Chandelier – Sia If you know me, it will come as no surprise to you that this is number one of them all. I love it for two reasons. First, It’s by Sia. I am by biased in favor of and will fawn over all of Sia’s Songs.  Secondly and more importantly, It is a deep number that speaks of a mind that struggles to be oblivious of the pain that exists deep within it. It is something I can relate to for no good reason. 2.Take me to Church – Hozier I don’t have even have an epistle to write. Just bring me Hozier for lunch, dinner and breakfast…

  • Personal,  Software

    Build a team that catches your exceptions

    Everyone loves a great software development team. So unless you’re Billop the Great Beast (I made that up don’t look it up), I’d say you do too. Have you ever outlined what would make a great development team? I have. Here are my thoughts: You know how the implied magic programming has seems overly diminished when there is a buggy functionality or misplaced text? And everyone is like ‘Darn, the software is beautiful and we know lots of sleepless nights + coffee + ‘omg-why-doesn’t-it-work’s + ‘omg-yes-it-works-and-omg-i-dont-know-why’s have been put into getting it to this level and we should be really grateful; but darn again, this feature doesn’t work! 🙁 ”…

  • Personal,  Software

    The Real Reason I Write Code

    Have you ever woken up groggy one morning, staggered barefoot and half sleepily to that coffee table only to discover there was no electricity so you couldn’t use the coffee maker anyways? It could have been that you happened on your reflection by chance on the side mirror of a car by chance and decided your hairdo could do with a little polishing. The natural inclination when we have needs is to fulfill them. Basically, I’d be ecstatic if I could wave a wand and the electricity I needed appeared. Or if I could walk into a salon and get my hair done at the snap of my fingers. Writing…

  • Fiction

    An Unexpected Turn Of Events

    A man stood in the dark corner of the club and stared almost imperceptibly at someone. He held a glass of vodka with wine in his left hand which was hardly drunk. The hand shook quite obviously and the vodka mix struggled not to spill. In fact, in vodka speak, the molecules were yelling for the man to keep steady. The man, of course failed to hear them. What he heard clearly however, was a petite female’s voice, asking her dance partner to ‘rock her harder’. Now, he shouldn’t have, because the din and the heat exuded by the bumping and grinding mass of bodies gyrating maniacally, blocked all coherent sound;…