or, discovering and recovering a lost programming language over the course of a weekend I go down rabbit holes. One of the great pleasures of this dumb future we live in is that you can dig through the milk crates of our culture forever, following whatever interests you, and there is no bottom. My latest rabbit hole looked something like this: I have been spending a few minutes each day seeking out backgrounds for use on Google Meet calls at work that match my t-shirts. I was wearing a t-shir...
