Let’s talk about recursion

This started off as a soft piece on human nature, but then I decided to rip that paper out, shred it, feed another sheet of paper in (plant a tree) and type a more lively bunch of thoughts.

I decided to let the old title stay even though it is unrelated to this article merely as a wild statement to say this is my commonplace book and I’ll give weird, unconnected titles if I so please. I would not do this on my old blog, where I wrote also taking into account SEO practices and let it put a dent in my style. I got readers.

I listen to jazz. I like it, but have no idea why. When I’m working, my choices of music are jazz, easy-listening piano pieces, and violin — all without voices/words — which I have handpicked over the past few years. Initially, I started on Rdio but now I’ve moved to Apple Music because, one, I see nothing wrong with Apple Music, and two, I see no reason why I would push away an opportunity to have one less app on my phone.

Along the line of my last two articles, I’ve been working towards reducing the number of apps I use. I’ve also embraced blogging minimalism, which is why I moved to Tumblr (there are hardly any options here to beautify my articles, so I can focus on just writing — more writers should move here).

John Green is here. So is Neil Gaiman. Clever folk. There are no writers I’ve found whose books I’ve read, but going through his Tumblr, I’ve decided to give Neil Gaiman a try, but I have no idea where to start. I wonder who I can ask for recommendations.

Until then, let me finish reading Hamlet’s Blackberry.