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I’ll die with a stylus in my hand
One annoyance on the elliptical cross-trainer was that my underwear kept sliding down my butt. It wasn’t till later in the day that I noticed the brand name — John Henry. It’s a good thing I’m not superstitious; that’s an ill-omened name to be wearing while pitting one’s endurance against a machine. And he died with a hammer in his pants, Lord Lord!
These past few days at work I’ve been doing similar. The particular part of the project I’m working on now is something I was convinced was impossible as late as last Thursday (having spent most of that day and the day before trying various approaches and failing). Finally on Friday I came up with a new approach, and slowly but surely, the difficult designs are yielding to a combination of intelligence and effort. I’d forgotten how good that feels.
These past few days at work I’ve been doing similar. The particular part of the project I’m working on now is something I was convinced was impossible as late as last Thursday (having spent most of that day and the day before trying various approaches and failing). Finally on Friday I came up with a new approach, and slowly but surely, the difficult designs are yielding to a combination of intelligence and effort. I’d forgotten how good that feels.
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