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Programmers Aren't Wizards
“The amazing thing about software creation is that… it's this magical thing. You’re dealing with this arcane stuff.…manipulating symbols on this magical device that you are entering keys into and getting this mechanical thing to do magic for you, oftentimes across the planet….and not only are you using it to be powerful and exert some power over the world, but you're using it to craft superpowers for other people too. You’re creating something that other people can then use to acquire some valuable capacity.”
Alex Mell-TaylorPublished 2 years ago in 01You Can't Spell Healthcare without THC
Mary-Jane is my favourite name. I'm not ashamed in saying I LOVE smoking cannabis, but not for recreational purposes. I live in England, so it is completely illegal. Nevertheless, as of 2018, the medical use of cannabis through the NHS was legalised. The smell of cannabis in England is not an uncommon one. 98% of cannabis in Britain is homegrown, and we now have more cannabis in our country than in The Netherlands. When they announced the changes and started selling CBD oil in shops, for people like me (disabled) this was hope that one day we wouldn't have to separate ourselves and feel bad for wanting to be out of pain just to go about our day.
Rosie J. SargentPublished 2 years ago in PotentGiant Shade Tree
There was a monster as she lived Just valuable enough For me to forgive She came and she took She gave a lot too
Nichole CampbellPublished 2 years ago in PoetsBlack Water
I am on the edge of depression, Knees pulled up to my chin, My toes inch closer to the black water. I can almost feel it lapping at my feet.
Andrea N. BrownPublished 2 years ago in PoetsFormer Facebook Executive Explains The Terrors of Social Media
Chamath Palihapitiya is a venture capitalist engineer who once was a senior executive at the social media platform known as Facebook. With his personal take on things, he expressed the negative traits that come with social media. His ideas are compelling due to the fact that they were almost quite valid in my research.
Dear Writer: You Must Read Stephen King’s Memoir
What does it take to be a good writer? Stephen King is the master when it comes to writing. His book, On Writing, is the funniest and the most well-written book I’ve ever read. It is a biography/guide on how to become a better writer. Stephen breaks down tools, examples and secrets which will improve your writing.
Ionutz KazakuPublished 2 years ago in JournalPen and Perfection
You have fifty different beginnings but no plot to end. So your stories are swallowed up in the mentality that’s never had friends.
Sierra MafieldPublished 2 years ago in PoetsBack Again
I shouldn’t be used to distracted gazes and flat tones, to forced smiles, unsure fidgeting. Being surrounded by people
My Teenage Son’s Cancer Diagnosis Rocked My World
The year was 2014, and my life was full of shuffling kids to school and activities and working. I barely ever had time to sit down and relax.
Chrissie Marie MasseyPublished 2 years ago in Families'House Of The Dragon': A Timeline Of Who Has Owned The Catspaw Dagger
The first episode of the highly anticipated Game Of Thrones prequel, House Of The Dragon, has arrived. While House Of The Dragon takes place nearly two hundred years earlier, during the heyday of House Targaryen's rule, fans were delighted with a scene in the series first episode that foreshadowed the events of Game Of Thrones.
Kristy AndersonPublished 2 years ago in GeeksThe Value of Her Surprise
Gabriel had sensed it long before he had even reached the front door. It was likely because it was a beautiful fall day and he was driving home with the convertible's top down. At first, he simply assumed he was just smelling the remnants of her on the leather seats, like a warm memory. He was excited to have a three-day weekend ahead with the love of his life. But then that scent grew stronger until he was pushing the buttons of the neighborhood gate code, and like a predator sensing for another predator through the winds, he inhaled deeply. The scent was unmistakable; his hands clenched tight around the steering wheel.
Danielle SnyderPublished 2 years ago in HorrorLooking back -- moving in the depths of memory
Time is gentle, but inadvertently gone Your happy smile is still in my mind Your clear song is still around my ears It's time for you and me to wave goodbye
John WilsonPublished 2 years ago in PoetsZambia Journal
I start my story somewhere around the beginning of the middle. It is March in 2022. We are on The Great North Road, in a Land Rover, in Zambia, traveling from the capital, Lusaka, to Fimpulu in Luapula Province near the DRC (Democratic Republic of Congo) border. I am riding with my daughter, one of her bosses, a coworker of my daughter, and her mother. I landed at Kenneth Kaunda International Airport in Lusaka two days previously, after twenty-two hours of flying from JFK in New York and a mid-journey eight-hour overnight layover in Doha, Qatar. The other mother, an American living in Dubai, had just landed after a seven-hour flight.
Natalie WilkinsonPublished 2 years ago in WanderThicker Than Water
The fluorescent light in the kitchen flickered to life and I got my first look at my attacker, my older brother Donny, leaning hard against the Formica countertop. He was heavier than I remembered. His face looked swollen, weathered by life, like a man who had aged double in the years I’d been gone, but it was him for sure.
B.P. McGinnPublished 2 years ago in Fiction5 Things You May Not Have Known About The British Monarchy
The British Monarchy has been in existence since 1066 and is arguably the most recognisable royal family in the world today. While the current generation of royals are universally known, there exists a near thousand-year history behind them that has sometimes fallen by the wayside.
Headlights Aren’t Always Lullabies
We grew up differently, you see. A child in muddy water who has never been so scared at the site of the world around them. Wasps with wings as large as propellers and the shells of a bug they would come to admire scattered across oceans. Headlights so bright their childhood home paints across their eyelids in neon colors. You, hand held and laces tied but a twinge in your brow for you can see how this river once flowed with blood. Arms and legs bound with cement, memories transcribed below them. There are countless ways to open a carcass— take its hand and jump head first. Father always said to watch my feet but my eyes were drawn to the sky. A beratement around each corner, internal alarms so silent I had yet to hear them for years. Every headlight becomes a lullaby if you shut your eyes tight enough. Every stop sign becomes an apology if you’re delusional enough. You say your child- hood drags behind you like a dead body but mine has always dragged me.
Olivia DodgePublished 2 years ago in PoetsWhy Quiet Quitting Is A Myth
If you look at a newspaper or the internet, you'd be forgiven for thinking that half the global population of working age had vanished into the ether. Not a day goes by that there isn't an article about people no longer wanting to work, or employers struggling to find new people.
Natasja RosePublished 2 years ago in HumansThe Growing Space Between Us
The event I had anticipated all summer arrived — college freshman move-in day. The car was so tightly packed that it took three of us pushing and tugging to get the pillow into the last potential space between the two duffle bags. With the final item secured, our family high-fived as we closed the trunk, proud of fitting all the essential dorm items into one car.
Jill (Conquering Cognitions)Published 2 years ago in FamiliesWestward
Westward, and I discovered your mangled form covered in the stench of decay, vultures swaying through the auburn sky. I was entrenched
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 2 years ago in PoetsI stopped going to school in the sixth grade
I stopped going to school in the sixth grade. Although I lived, and went to school in Yonkers New York my entire life, the kids at school still made fun of me. My long nose was the most popular point of interest when they insulted me, which always puzzled me. My mother had a long nose too, with a bump at the center. Her big curls draped her plump face like a frame enhances a photograph. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and although I looked like my father; wide eyes, slim face, and green eyes that remind me of springtime, my nose was my mothers.
Sarah DuranPublished 2 years ago in Humans