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Thanks for stopping by this gloriously simple blog! My name is Khem, I'm from everywhere and nowhere. I love to inhabit that place of mind called cyberspa...

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Data Loss, Liminal Spaces, Chatrooms

I was working on a lengthy blog post about chatrooms and just venturing around the internet trying to find something interesting to write about. However, I was using Ghostwriter , like I always do, to write up my drafts. I ended up accidentally closing the program window. No dialog popup, no warning, it just said "sure, boss" and dutifully closed. All progress lost 1 . I remembered that…

Sick Walk, Man

I've been sick for the past four days. I felt trapped indoors so I decided to go for a walk in 30C (86F) weather. There's no clouds here, no wind, so it felt closer to 40C (104F), at least by my body's reckoning. This was a colossal mistake. The first bit of the walk felt great; felt good to feel the sun on my skin and to be out of the house. I stopped by a coffee shop and got an iced latte and…

Stealing An Umbrella With The Yakuza

I wanted to do something different with this blog post, and it's a pretty fun story. In 2024 I was in Japan visiting a friend. It was his wedding, and I got the cheapest hostel to save money. I woke up to the sound of heavy rain. I made instant coffee in the hostel's cramped kitchen and I really needed a nicotine hit. I knew there was a little cover outside and above the front door, but I also…

Preconfigured To Seek Convenience?

Walking on the treadmill last night I was in one of those meditative flow states. The ones where you're at total peace, and letting your mind wander and entertain itself. A random shower-thought emerged: are we just preconfigured to seek convenience? Entertaining the idea, I remembered early internet forums. To create a forum for a niche interest you had to do a little extra work, either using…

Learning To Create Non-Personal, Usable Software

I've been keeping my head down working on a piece of Facilities Management software for awhile now. When I was in the field, FM software was denied to me and my team. Talking with other FM departments via message boards and email, I learned that it's a common pain point: there just wasn't any funding for us. After I left I decided I wanted nothing to do with FM ever again. But, I felt morally…

Pretending To Be Religious & Moving Past Culture

Kind of a different post, but I wanted to explore this a bit - especially since I've been feeling demotivated with this blog. I don't really allude explicitly to where I'm from because there's something comforting about being just being a voice on the internet - without all the bundled preconceptions that comes with the cultural and the physical. But, I do live in a predominantly religious society…

Not A Real Programmer Anymore

I started programming in middle school with the now defunct language called BlitzPlus. I have only the fuzziest ideas as to how I discovered the language. I remember watching YouTube tutorials for it, but I'm not sure what platform I discovered it on. I remember being really impressed with video games, and I had the dream of making my own someday. I did some tentative exploration with a program…

The Space Between Blog Posts

Every single day without fail I think to myself: "what should I post to my blog?". This usually happens after I've had my morning coffee and caught up with my RSS feed for the day. Often I'm strapped for creativity or inspiration, and when I'm not, I'll write about a hook that's in my mind, but only after exploring it through writing can I see if it'll hold up to any kind of merit. If it doesn't…

Neuron Activation & Upvotes

I've been reading a lot of blog posts recently. I noticed posts, usually outside the Bearsphere, especially ones with no upvote feature, tend to be on the longer side. It's fun because I get to peek into the authors mind a bit and see how they formulate and explore their ideas. They're not in a rush, just languidly putting their thoughts out there. The temptation to write longer form posts has…

Chronically A Night Watchman

There's something wrong with my internal biological clock. I used to joke that I had a caveman gene that allowed me to be the one who played the night watchman while the rest of the tribe slept. For whatever odd reason, no matter how hard my discipline is, nor whatever OTC drugs I put into my bloodstream, the wee hours of the morning call to me. I feel energetic, full of life, and I'm the most…