Welcome
I'm a A propagandist for pickled red onions, rare meat activist, and Captain of the sailing vessel Knox. I've been creating content online for well over a decade now, but delivering to a very small audience. Undoubtedly, you've discovered this website by mistake, but thanks for stopping by anyway--and, feel free to browse around, odds are you might find something interesting.
Vim2tor: The next step in learning for the w...
My $2 Million Spending Spree
The Best Value in the History of Literature
Custom Syntax Highlighting With Eleventy
Unless you just happen to stalk my GitHub account relentlessly, you are probably unaware of it, but this site was developed using the static site generator; Eleventy (11ty). 11ty offers incredibly easy web development, not only because of it's capability to play nicely with a massive amount of different file formats, but also because of it's massive library of nodeJS plugins. Throughout the process of developing and maintaining my website I have found that adding a new feature to my site is often as simple as running npm install X and making a small change to the eleventy.config.js file in my root directory. Earlier this week when I decided that I wanted to add syntax highlighting to HTML code blocks on my site, the process looked to be just that simple.
The Death of Connectivity Online in Exchange for Algorithmic Cyborgization
I got my first computer when I was eight years old. It wasn't anything fancy, an old Windows 95 box that barely worked. But when my parents decided to upgrade to a shiny, new, Dell Machine running Windows XP, I was more than happy to do whatever it took to get my hands on the old family PC. The deal that I struck up with them took place in early February of my seventh year. They agreed that if I kept my room clean for the remainder of the year, that come Christmas Day, the computer would be mine. Needless to say, there wasn't so much as a sock on the floor of my room for the rest of the year. At the time I shared a room with my younger brother, and I specifically remember having to work twice as hard, cleaning up not only my own mess, but his as well. Come Christmas day though, all the work paid off and the computer was all mine.
Consequences: How Martyrdom Manufactures Movements
What would have happened if, when Rosa Parks made her protest and sat at the front of the bus, no one tried to stop her? No police. No outrage. Just silence. Would we still remember her name? More importantly, would the decades-long civil rights battle that her quiet act helped ignite have ever begun?