OK, that’s not technically true. About the booleans, I mean.
In an effort to ensure I
don’t ever get a full night of sleep again have the opportunity to expose myself to as many of my interests (and potential interests) as possible in this one life I have to live, I recently decided to learn some computer programming basics.
Coding is one of those things that I’ve wanted to get into for awhile, think I might have even enjoyed doing full-time but just never got the encouragement or guidance to pursue in undergrad (along with front-end web dev and creative writing — kind of obnoxious, actually, because I was pretty much told that those weren’t viable paths to long-term careers and I still wonder if it was a gender-based assessment because, duh, programmers are big salary earners nowadays, especially in the Bay Area).
I considered taking a class at a local community college, even looked into doing a boot camp (in an ideal world where I could take 12 weeks off work and devote myself entirely to programming, I’d apply so hard to App Academy, like, yesterday).
Since I like being able to pay rent (and enjoy everything about my job except the commute), I decided on the next best way to learn – teaching myself some basic programming principles via online tutorials at Codecademy, Khan Academy, Treehouse, et al, plus taking workshops (like one I signed up for that provides an intro to Go), and finding conferences or other meetup-esque events to attend.
Continue reading So, I decided to learn how to code (alt: it’s all about the booleans)