Coding diary: I built a Pomodoro tracker in Python (and it taught me more than the Pomodoro did)
Sixty lines, one bug that only appears at midnight, and a very honest graph of how little chemistry I studied.
Sixty lines, one bug that only appears at midnight, and a very honest graph of how little chemistry I studied.
Why 45 minutes on the field made my 6 hours at the desk better, with a few honest limits.
Four pretty journals died before this one. Here is what I did differently, with no colour-coding at all (yes, me).
Composting in a flat is easier than it sounds and also grosser than it sounds. Both are true.
Small, cheap, slightly crumpled books that taught me to like reading before anyone told me it was good for me.
Where to eat, what to order, and how to eat it like you were born here. Bring a stomach.
A pookalam fight, a sadya eaten with hands and a cousin from Delhi who asked the best question.
Written by someone who grew up on Tinkle, switched to manga at 13, and now rolls his eyes at both camps.