Overheard in the office today:
What’s so hard to understand about having bullets put into your chest?
At today’s team meeting, I walked my team through a topic that’s near and dear to my heart: presenting data with Tableau. What I actually wanted to show them was this.
(Courtesy of Swear Trek)
Every hard-fought factoid about the absolute best and most principled way to use the language will be fetid zoo garbage by the end of the year.
—Paul Ford, What Is Code?
Finally completed the magnum opus that is Paul Ford’s 38,000-word essay about writing software. And this, after having had a colleague remind me of its existence back in November and trying for weeks in the interstices of the day to make progress.
Among the charming sets of words he strung together, these were my favorite. This week’s goal: work “fetid zoo garbage” into a sentence.
The markets of late have me reminiscing about the financial crisis of 2008-09. The office had CNBC streaming 24/7 on the trading floor, and you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen.
Watching protestors—who were actually just down the street—in Zuccotti Park, where hundreds of Occupiers from the Occupy Wall Street movement were camped out.
(Darkly) joking with colleagues that we’d soon be seeing CNBC cameras trained on Citi’s front door at 388 Greenwich St as colleagues carry out cardboard boxes in tears.
Hearing Art Cashin say in January 2009, at the very bottom of the market, “the end of the world is priced into these stocks.”
And then…and, then…there was this:
I’m just trying to be the voice of reason, guiding you to the light.
—Jeff Macke, CBNC
You sure tried, Jeff.
I can handle things, I’m smart! Not like everybody says.
—Fredo Corleone, Godfather II
I took a full four weeks of paternity after we had this little guy. It’s surprising how full a month away from work can be.
When I thought, “My foot slips,” your steadfast love, O LORD, held me up. When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.