Life as of September 2016

Welcome to my new, beautifully clean and tidy blog (and website-at-large)!

Weird as it might sound, I’d reached a state of low-level anxiety about the messy (lack of) visual identity for my previous effort. I toyed for a while with designing and building my own WordPress theme and then regained my senses – this is the place I write not the place I develop, and if I meld the two it would give me an excellent excuse to never write another bloody word!


The continuing education of a developer (or this one, at least)

Continuing education developer

One of the simultaneously most annoying and best things about being involved in technology is how fast it changes, and how much continuing education is, or at least should be, a factor in every programmer’s life.


My new favourite word, or, Going Dutch


I love words. It’s (ironically) difficult for me to describe just how much I enjoy the feeling of selecting the right word for something, or the right series of words to convey a feeling or point. Creativity thrives with constraints, and for a writer there is no constraint more obvious and more important than that of the words you have to play with.


You may not have considered… #2: Juggling

Juggling for health and exercise and coordination

It’s been a while since I regaled you with reasons to try Ultimate Frisbee – and I hope those of you who needed something did give it a spin (ha) – so I thought I’d hit you with another one. For the people who aren’t big fans of team sports, this one should be a treat.


How Pixar saved my life

A wave crashes over the reef (on the right side). The halfway rock is nearly covered by the high tide.

Sorry about the delay on this post. I thought I had a few scheduled to post automatically and somehow messed that up. Back to normal programming now I hope!

A few weeks ago – on the eve of my 27th birthday – I was working from home. My housemate Jerome had put on a big wash of bedclothes and our combined laundry while I was at the gym and when I came back I thought I’d return the favour by sticking around to hang it up and air it out. By the time it was all sorted, it didn’t make much sense to waste time heading to the co-working space and I resolved to get some stuff done at home.


Setting goals, creating systems, a.k.a taking bites out of those pies in the sky

The last post became far more of a monster than I intended, so I promise I’ll do my best to keep this one leaner. Unfortunately this is a topic I’m pretty interested in and think is super important – I can get carried away!


The People vs. Corned Beef

Last Saturday morning I awoke after a long sleep (this new routine is taking it out of me) to a few messages from my new Dutch friend Seph (pronounced Sepp, like Sciphol Airport is pronounced Scippol), who needed a place to stay for a couple of days. No problem, I thought – with Carnaval in Las Palmas for the next three weekends, accommodation is incredibly hard to come by for anything less than a couple of hundred euros a night.


Forget goals. Let’s talk about systems

My recent writing-related post was a flood of barely organised, highly personal navel-gazing in many ways, but it sparked a lot of conversation and follow-up questions among people who’ve read it. I thought I’d chase it with a couple of more focused, actionable posts to help people who are putting their own goals in place this year, be they for exercise or any other reason. I’d like to say that I’m intentionally a month late with this because I’m protesting the futility of New Years Resolutions like some kind of rebel, but honestly it’s only this week that I realise I have some good, fresh examples to talk about. On top of that, I turn 27 this very day and birthdays are always a good opportunity to take stock and consider what you want.


Sleepless in Las Palmas

With thanks to Mariusz Kucharczyk for the image.

One of the striking differences between life in Ireland and life in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria is the amount of noise. While I’m definitely not talking India levels of blaring car horns or a SE Asia-style infestation of mopeds, the general ambience on the streets is a good deal louder than back home. Never is this more noticeable than at night.


Recommitting to writing

I’m writing this at 0715 on Monday the 25th of January, 2016 (pre-posting edit: and still going strong on the plan two days later, woo!). That’s right, I default to writing time in a military fashion now – it made things clearer when organising stuff in texts after getting to Las Palmas and now it’s the explanation for yet another ridiculous affectation of mine.