Channelled some nervous energy into writing an application that counts down the seconds until something happens. Maybe not the best use of my nervous energy.
About midway through last month, probably around the time when the cast on my broken hand started to get a bit ripe, I decided to channel some of my continuous acute anxiety at not having the full use of one hand into making a little micro-webapp to allow users (i.e. me) to view the elapsed time between two dates as a progress bar. The visualisation, I reasoned, would help me get a bigger-picture perspective on what was, with bigger-picture hindsight, a pretty minute fraction of my whole life. It’s not clear whether it actually worked or whether it just focused my anxiety into a single sharp point, but the exercise was a fun distraction for a day.
You can find the web app here, if you’re interested in visualising the progress between two points in time. This is what it looks like to measure my progress through life, assuming I die exactly at noon on my eightieth birthday:
Any progress bars you create stay on your computer; there’s no syncing between devices or servers scraping your data and sorting you into a marketing cohort.
localStorage—and browsers are all basically on the same page nowadays so there’s no need to faff with vendor prefixes or checks for APIs on
window or polyfills or anything like that.
On swimming laps in a pool for the first time in like, a decade at least.
Learning about learning computers
Trying my hand at learning about artificial intelligence and that whole malarkey.