STREET ART & SPRAY PAINT
fire and frost, irritate the skin
pain and sorrow our lifelong friend
breath short, exhale watch the mist
fog over the eyes, death’s sweet kiss
depression, despair, forlorn thoughts
woe is me, give in, all work for nought
iron blood the taste in mouth, dry tongue
knees on the ground, pain just begun
Wax floor glistening, ball rolling forward
Us pins, standing rigid looking on in horror.
There is no way out, we are forever cornered
Death is upon us, knocking at the front door.
Heavy ball coming at us giving us a wink
into the gutter we pray it may sink
Bang! we are hit and we all start to fall
sneering faces at our despair through the hall.
I recently spent some time building this thing called PumpGuard. The idea was simple - monitor pump.fun in real-time to detect new token launches, catch rug pulls before they happen, and track whale movements. Basically a monitoring suite for that whole ecosystem.
I’ve been curious about how BitTorrent works under the hood. I download files from other peers, but how does that handshake happen? How do you verify you got the right pieces? How does it coordinate with trackers?
A new post, a journey, a glorious new day
But upon our path a Sphinx blocking our way
To pass thou must answer this riddle from me
Penguin, Polar Bear, Parrot,which belongs nought in the three
Right hand confident with title says, “Parrot” with zeal
Flash go the talons, blood spurting like a cut from steel
Left Hand trembling and shaking, speaking softly, “Polar Bear”
Crack! bones, tendons breaking, pain under Sphinx glare
Head, all that was left, groaned “Penguin” with great care
Neck severed, the head was moaning, what was our err?
Upon the pieces Sphinx gazed, frightful sight for the ladies
“Twas your fate not the answer” for I am no Sphinx, but Hades!
forlorn, adrift am i acursed
blood boiling heart ready to burst
in the halll the fan doth squeak
downcast my mind, moood bleak
for every step i strode
wishing it to be fixed, truth told
yet the sun doth rise day after day
and discomfort never fadeth away
why must i deal with such obstinance
nails on chalkboard Consonance
i yearn for a deep reprieve
yet thee fan must cleave
my soul from thy body
its quality so shoddy
my life now cast adrift
by this devils little gift
digging my grave with a shovel
is thy fate living in a hovel
I’ve been listening to a reading of Dante’s Divine Comedy recently and in it I think that Dante mets a poet in Hell or Purgatory that comments how he and all poets steal others work. When I search online for the passage or character I cannot find reference to this but perhaps it was a dream or I made it up.
a place that could have been but never was
is it dark, is it light, silence or a buzz
in this place, hope does permate the air
scatter around, many a soul it does ensnare
“I could have been” teeth clench and break
mind fantasizing, body refusing, unable to wake
but for a faustian spirit only heart will ache
walking thou lonely path, a truly broken road
sand carassesing feet, a forlorn river flowed
indominable spirit with promethian fire glowed
a place of promises of El Dorado gold
yet touched, inspected show only mold
go forth brave spirit past this place’s gates
show thy sentinels what true Fate awaits!
I’ve been working on a personal sql project like a monk scribbling on a scroll: 120k deities, 150k heroes, 1.5M quests, 2M omens, plus hundreds of thousands of battle logs. Everything ships in a Docker image so you can spin up mythic-cte, run the bundled benchmark_queries.sql, and immediately compare Common Table Expressions against equivalent “plain” SQL.
Steam rising, up, up, my eyes watch it dissipate as I turn to my mug to take another sip. I recently moved to a new area in my city that I am unfamiliar with. Naturally, I have been having a grand time exploring the unknown. Like Bilbo says, “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to”, but to take the first step you need a first sip. That’s why I have been checking out all the interesting coffee shops in the area. They say to truly appreciate a good coffee you have to understand the phrase “bean to brew”. I am not a sophisticated guy, but if I cannot understand that maybe I can do something else. Maybe, just maybe, I can become the bean, or failing that, at least become a coffee bag. That’s how we come to Learning to Sew Part 2: Burlap Edition