最近,我花了很多时间写ing. I keep two journals in my laptop bag, which never strays far from my hip. When I have few minutes but don't want to raise the frosty barrier exuded by a deployed laptop, then I am quick to pull out one of the two journals, along with my pencil case.
这divide between the two journals is simple: the gray one is labeled withIdeas，我在其中编写程序和商业想法。另一个是黑色，心甘情愿地拥抱任何主题的墨水，但大多数最终会捕捉对当前情况和未来混沌梦想的思考。圣诞节后，这两个期刊都被买到了，但灰色的人只有23页填充，而黑色的一页仍超过一半以上，伴随着博彩的叙述和这种可靠的天气。
Writing is something I enjoy greatly, but I always find a chasm between writing purely to convey information and that joy. In my black journal I can ramble for pages about the recent snowfall, but in the grey journal each word is solemnly judged for its expressive power. It feels like painstakingly editting a formal business letter addressed to myself.
事实证明，我的两个期刊在我的博客中很干净地映射到我的博客上。这Life部分是Black期刊，和Code部分是灰色的杂志。书面文字的原始潜力是令人兴奋的，我认为偶尔在我的搭便车上的曲线上，但经常在我的技术写作的胎面下的道路。这令我奇怪的是奇怪的，因为我会描述我的一般审美功能性极简主义, so one might well expect I would see the beauty in concise technical exposition, but if each word in theBlack日记是冒险的，然后是每个词灰色的journal springs a new leak in my soul.
When I sit down with one of the journals, my first step before writing is to open my pencil case and gauge my writing implement mood. I then make one of three choices: my Cross pen with a medium blue ink, the same pen with a fine black ink cartridge, or the matching pencil with its brittle 0.5mm lead. Ink seeps into paper in a majestic way that pencil lead never can, but the pencil has a muted and mutable elegance to it that the prominent boldness of ink is incapable of. For flitting and unplanned thoughts I stick with the temporary pencil, but nothing less than the pen is adequate for deeper thoughts. The choice between blue and black ink is more of a gut feeling, with black lending itself to scribing, and blue lending itself to scribling.
这灰色的journal almost always makes a strong request for the pencil treatment, probably because it contains fleeting concepts and ideas that are liable to abrupt shifts in trajectory. TheBlack期刊通常收到笔，因为它包含的情绪骑行在只有内心感受和私人愿景的方式上就已经太正了。
At some point I complained to my advisor that year, a singular individual by the name of Burt Gordon, that I was upset with how my English class was going. It was probably dismissed with an eyeroll and a suggestion to quit my bellyaching, but it just so happens that what made Mr. Gordon singular was a rare but often invisible trait: he would listen to you complain, tell you to get over yourself, and then--hidden in the mysterious shadows of adulthood--try to resolve your problems and concerns. Thus, my mindless complaints turned out a bit differently than I might of anticipated.
That is to say, I ended up in an empty classroom with my advisor and my English teacher, and I was at an utter loss about how to explain my grievances. I learned two important lessons that day, one from each of others individuals in the room:
- you shouldn't complain if you don't know what you're complaining about或者如果你不知道如何解决它，而且
Writing a paper is building a structure. It certainly shows when you build on unstable ground, but it also shows when you don't use a level to place the window frames.
After that first spark of writing, the next important lesson came two years latter in my senior high school English class. In that class we wrote a two page paper every week, and that was agood thing提高我的写作。学习写得很好 - 像我所尝试的大多数东西一样 - 需要很多时间漏斗进入增量改进：每篇论文都稍微变得稍微变得稍微变得稍微变得稍微变得更好，并且在你写一百篇之后，你已经做出了一些真正的进步。这两个页面文件为塑造了我的写作风格并简单地通过迫使我突出并每周写一份新的论文来改善我的散文。符合足够一致的时间表，您最终会改变改变的东西，让自己感到无聊，而你自己的无聊是创新的强大支持者之一。
After I graduated from high school things went silent for a while. To my chagrin I ended up writing drastically less in college then I did in high school1。It really wasn't until the past year when I began blogging that I returned to writing with any consistency.
我的第一个博客在技术上是专注的，而且 - 与我的审美焦急相结合的话题 - 意味着我有时不一定地写作了很多乐趣。虽然它确实给了我一个讨论编程想法和项目的项目，但对我周围的大多数人都感兴趣的节目思想和项目对纪念感兴趣。然而，最终认为，导致我拥有两个期刊的痉挛的感觉将我汇集在一起，我自己的博客软件可以易于促进单独的写作流。
That, in broad strokes, catches up to the current state of the written word in my life. For a while I had aspirations of a widely read technical blog, or perhaps writing a novel, or maybe settling for more-dazzling-than-a-diamond-on-display commentary on music or education. As of late, I've adopted a bit of a different stance on this whole writing thing, and I simply try to strike when the iron is hot, and pick targets that I am genuinely excited about writing about.
Stringing these words together and weighing the lack of any desire to proofread them against the inevitable virulent reactions, I find that I have neither an agenda to perpetrate, nor a plan to set into action. But, I'm at peace with that, for now.