Like this but without all the death, flying rodents, and millions of dollars. Other than that, TOTALLY like BATMAN.
I dreamt in code last night. It wasn’t stressful or filled with doubt. I recall contemplating over the seemingly endless white-space and trying to solve the puzzle. What was the next step? The next line. Before this, if I could recall my dreams at all, I dreamt of text or, the vastly superior, images and text. So comics or text-only books. Dreaming in Python code was uncanny and peculiar.
My brief, yet ill-advised, goth phase.
About a year ago I had my fill of the service industry. Outside of the usual pedestrian annoyances that come with a hospitality industry gig; I was deeply unsatisfied. Sure I would miss the familiar friends, the broad set of skills learned, and the daily challenges. Vocational apathy had set in, and it was time to leave. But where? And how?
My educational background is deeply rooted in the humanities. Studies in linguistic philosophy, Science Fiction of the Cold War, and deep dives into William Faulkner and disability in Southern Literature were all bizarre and unusual. I’d taught writing at the collegiate level and, while I loved my students and pedagogy, the strain of grading and commenting on sixty to eighty papers every other weekend became a slog. I tried my hand at technical editing which was basically paper grading all the time so no luck there. When my beautiful wife and I moved to Washington D.C., I pledged never to work an office job ever again. Back to the service industry. Through some contacts in the heavy metal community, I landed a job at a cool barbershop in DC. For three years I loved it; it remains my favorite job to this day. Then I noticed myself getting bored, getting mad about trivialities, general malaise; Clerks kind of stuff. Time to start over, again.
The Goon by Eric Powell. Read it.
I learned to program in BASIC when I was in the sixth grade and knew I had an affinity for working with code and telling stories differently. Into my twenties and thirties, plenty of my friends were either in the service industry or in the tech industry. When it came time to make the next move I knew I wanted to go into tech. Data Science, in particular, offers a great amalgam of the analytic, the creative, and the vocational.
One year later and I have dreams in python code. Maybe in six months, I’ll be dreaming in some arcane Natural Language Processing language that, currently, I can barely conceive. Until then, I’m working my butt off in a Data Science Immersive class at General Assembly.