I never considered myself a great programmer. Solidly above average for sure, but not great. I attribute my career success to two things:
1. Being a good communicator.
2. Caring about details.
It’s amazing how far these two skills can get you.
Being "smart" isn't a reliable path to success. But you know what is? Becoming borderline obsessive about one thing and spending a ridiculous amount of time learning about and practicing that thing, such that you get super good at it.
This is such a cartoonish version of an abusing boss that you almost question whether it's real. But yep, it's real. Collective punishment. Arbitrary goals. Fucking KPIs my ass.
2020 is End of Life for Flash, just saying... There is no way browsers will keep supporting it. All Line-of-business apps based on Flex will stop working and all content delivered through Flash gone.
Serbian students have decided that enough is enough. Now they need to give political expression to what comes next. It will take courage and a clarity of purpose. I believe they have both. Let them show us the way forward theguardian.com/world/2025/feb…
Just started experimenting with #ClaudeCode.
I’ve been very “code-first” (and Cursor-heavy), so this already feels like a mental shift. Less typing, more steering.
Early days — curious to see how this changes my workflow.
Can't wait for that moment, to spin up couple of agents in the cloud, sit back and enjoy, while acting as an orchestrator, feeding agents with key context while they produce solutions at a staggering speed. What a time to be a builder!
cursor.com/blog/third-era
Back to basics!
Wrote super detailed user stories and the agent produced a workable solution.
I know PRDs and SRS inside out, but for small scopes, structured stories beat heavyweight specs when reasoning with AI.
Shipping with AI feels intoxicating.
The velocity is unreal.
Two weeks ago I hacked a deployment config to unblock something.
It worked.
I forgot to push it to main.
Teammates later hit issues. They debugged. Investigated. Lost time.
Then I had the realization:
It was me.