2025's week 31

I don’t have enough time. I don’t have enough time. There isn’t enough time in life.

I’ve spent the past three days splitting and merging repeatedly things that seemed naturally 2 or 1. I’ve made no observable progress. Partly because I am trying to go slowly and methodically so as not to build things on top of designs that turn out to be mistakes, and partly because I am rushing and making many mistakes. There is no reason to rush, except that I have a day job that exhausts me and takes me far away from these ideas. And by the time the day is done, I am too tired to think.

And I need to get hold of a building and paint USERLAND on the door in pink and yellow. In case it wasn’t clear from before, USERLAND is meant to evoke a distinction from kernelspace (as i am in the kernelspace destroying business, and hope to see the death of all things like it). When I was a young rabbit, no more than a bunny, i recall coming to terms with the reality that things defined in “userspace” were things that i could change and things defined in “kernelspace” were simply facts about the universe. And USERLAND is meant to evoke UX and UI, underfocused problems in this space — how you explain how the computer has changed. I invite you all to join me in USERLAND where we will take a CRDT in one hand and an armalite in the other and storm the doors of every post office in England and install a sync server by hook or by crook.

I’ll be off to a music festival on Thursday to see becky. I’m not sure if i’ll even see any music and already picture myself cooped up in some kind of chill out corner with a laptop the entire time because there is not enough time. There is not enough time.

I had notes somewhere here, for the post, but they have been lost under sheets and sheets of writing about views and surfaces. On my whiteboard there is a drawing of a little sleepy kittybunny in the summer grass on a hill smiling and thinking about the ends of words. Sometimes I would get sent out of class for being slow, stupid or insane and I’d go and lie on the grass in the lower playground. Most times though they’d give me lunchtime detention and I’d spend the whole time indoors writing lines. In the last few years of primary school I only got to eat and play with other kids and go outside two or three days.

Wish me luck, because the next parts are important.