There is little I enjoy more than a fabulous night with my head against my pillow in a blissful silence or with a white noise generator to keep me from thinking too damned much when I should be resting. I love it because of the warm waves of sleep as my body goes in and out of consciousness. I love it because of the silly thoughts that flood my mind as I do so – I mean who would ever want to try to plug their computer into a WIFI elephant that is swimming in the sun?
Occasionally I like to watch a movie off of Netflix and just bathe in the glow of my television as it tells me a story or shows some silly antics going on in the gulf of mexico (Seriously, taking till August is atrocious and you deserve your stock price).
What I hate is when I get those same waves in the classroom, and even more when I get them in a programming course. I have no problem admitting to anyone that programming is not glamorous, nor do I have to hide the fact that it takes a certain type of person to be able to do what I do. I happen to find the type of problem solving that I deal with quite enjoyable and energizing when it goes well, and I’ve discussed as much before.