My Tottenham Hotspur Story: From this great Reddit thread
“What a beautiful thread.. let me add my story. I'm 16 and from India – started following Spurs halfway through last year. Was born (and still am) a cricket fan, and found myself with a lot more time + freedom during the pandemic, and turned to football.
I've always loved the Lilywhites but started to find myself relating to them a lot more this year. Always “outsiders”, always “with the potential”, inherently capable but rarely achieving glory, my immature teenage mind latched on to the team. I loved the ambition the club was showing and could not help but be optimistic about the entire Mourinho project. The Amazon doc definitely helped too...
It's been a wild ride. I read up the history of the club and learnt the fan chants. Two days ago, I got my Spurs jersey delivered. Now I'm staying up till 1:45am to watch a little bit of the FA Cup game.”
P.S. What happened to our form over the last two months nobody knows
Other notes: I'm capping off this entire experiment with Day 50: so it's #50DaysToOffload now, not the original #100DaysToOffload.
The elevator's hurtling up
'Bout to be launched to the top of the Moon
When the doors close and walls close in
Shoulders clench and sentences clipped
Don't fix it till it's not so broken
Ain't now way to treat your heart
I only write inside a hurricane
On days I'd pray would just end.
People always seem to have people
I figured I'd figure it out
But how could I?
Want to sail right to the moon
And splash around in it's cold pool
But the elevator ride seems stuck
I drunk myself on my earth's beauty
The moon and all of my silver dreams
But I need to fix the elevator
That feels so broken closing in on me.
We create entire worlds just to speak to one another
To whisper sweet nothings and wake from our slumber
Transpose realities and lose ourselves
In what's right in front of us.
If we dreamt in a dream that we were so awake
If we woke to realise it was just a dream
I lived in a cave and saw the shadows dance
From the one source of light at the end of the tunnel
Never thought to turn back to see what broke the light
And the edges blur and I ask myself
One simple question – to what end?
To what end?
Where are we going? Why are we going?
Why do show up, paint our eyes
Change the game and raise the stakes?
If all you know is your perception slowly fading to deception
Why do you fight for all of those rights?
Why do we scratch but never fail to re-write?
I asked you this question, I asked you this question
Why?
And you said
Why not?
And I couldn't answer either question.
I couldn't answer either question.
Recommended reading for my Nu School summer program, this book redefined my perspective on my own projects. You see, as an engineer at my core, my first instinct has always been to open an IDE and see how I can fix the problem. WRONG!
This book provides an excellent framework that everyone can utilize to interview users. A lot of times, we tend to ask bad questions:
– “Do you think this product is a good idea?”
– “Would you pay X for a product that does Y?”
These are examples of questions that WILL make people lie to you, because they don't want to hurt your feelings. This book leads you away from fluff, compliments, and mere annoyances to facts, data, and real world user problems.
It's written in a dry, real style. It gives advice so practical that you could read this book and go off and ask questions.
“It boils down to this: you aren’t allowed to tell them what their problem is, and in return, they aren’t allowed to tell you what to build. They own the problem, you own the solution.”
As you became
Dancing patterns of pixels
Three moving dots and a bubble
I saw new weird angles and lighting
A chainsawed off
A pale, cut-off
Imitation of your hesitation.
I needed to be alone
Didn't expect an accept-
ance with no resistance
Why didn't my dance rhyme with yours?
So then I held on much tighter
To lightless visions
To countless imaginations
This lack of vision
An absolute lack of direction
All with a new revelation.
My dance rhymes with yours now
My laughter crackles so loud now
Shuffled so it rhymes in the now now
Through your tinny speaker
And terrible fibers that drive our connection
We work that much harder for it now.
My two eyes I thought my own
Spotted a comet in the sky
Trailing dust and specks of the moon
And I thought it a distraction.
But as you straked through the shky
In a graceful parabolic curve
My eyes followed you.
At first I thought you an offshoot
An additional addition
A pop-up window in my
augmented reality.
And then you landed onto my planet
Created a crater in my heart.
I thought it a crack I created
To fill the others that existed just like it.
And then you rose again
And I saw the flame twirling in the periphery
As it took center stage.
And just like that you rewrote the code
And created our brand new virtual reality.
