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I strongly disagree, though I'm not a writer, so I'll just give you another quote (from "On Writing Well" by William Zinsser):

  Soon after you confront the matter of preserving your identity, another question will occur to you: “Who am I writing for?”
  It’s a fundamental question, and it has a fundamental answer: You are writing for yourself. Don’t try to visualize the great mass audience. There is no such audience—every reader is a different person. Don’t try to guess what sort of thing editors want to publish or what you think the country is in a mood to read. Editors and readers don’t know what they want to read until they read it. Besides, they’re always looking for something new.

We are in content business and one product is in the SAAS. We are using below AI products - ChatGPT - It's good for coming up with creative SEO Title, and checking grammer.

Chatbase - We recently started using GPT based support and seeing good results, users are interacting with the bot more.

AnySummary - A nice tool to upload any file in any format and chat with it, authors are using it to write articles from podcast and videos, Saving them a huge amount of time.

OpenTools AI - A website to find out new AI tools, my team always keep checking this site to find out new tool which can reduce the cost and time.

MidJourney - All of our images in the articles are from MJ now.

Hope this helps other.


A friend and I host a monthly dinner club for people interested in ethnic cuisine. We work with a single restaurant each month to create an 8-12 course all inclusive price fixe menu. The food is served family style and is authentic to the region we are hosting. We typically host the dinners on a Tues or Wed when the restaurants in our region aren’t too busy and could use the extra business.

So far we’ve hosted 12 dinners over the past year. Growing from out first meal with 13 friends to as many as 80 guests for this months meal. Our mailing list has over 400 people on it and we’ve sold out every event since our 4th. Sometimes we end up hosting multiple nights.

It’s not a very scalable business as it exists today. For now is just a passion project that makes a few bucks, allows us meet interesting people, and provides the opportunity to discover new foods and restaurants.


https://blog.tjcx.me/p/consume-less-create-more

This article inspired me on two things :

1) Lots of the things I do in everyday life is just to consume: buying, watching, following, etc. These things either consume my money, or my time. These things make me feel good, but it does not generate real value. In order to get rich, I need to create things. I also start to realize that great people are great because they started to create things at a very early stage of their life (but not consuming things as they advocate, think about celebrities, entrepreneurs etc), so they are able to practice and perfect the value creating skills to the extreme.

2) I start to realize that the world is binary in nature : I create to sell, I buy to consume. I either at the buyer side, or at the seller side. And in this current society, there is a huge buyer side trap, the whole idea of consumerism and social media is to trap you inside the buyer side, so you keep buying, you keep consuming. I really need to break free from this trap.

This blog post was written before COVID-19, but the idea feels even fresher during this pandemic era


> Uncontrolled input prevents rest, relaxation and output. All this massive time that is lost is ultimately YOURS!

Love this take. Thanks for saying it, has enriched my day today.


Same. For me, the creational mindset led to a sense of freedom and excitement that the problem-solving mindset can never get close to.

Problem-solving mindset: what problem do I need to solve? “Problems” will always arise life (due to other people, random events, our brain always wanting novelty, etc.), so this mindset is a reactive one that leads to anxiety and lack of direction.

Creational mindset: what would I love to create? This mindset can seem harder to get at because of all the conditioning we’ve gotten from society and childhood. But all it takes is a simple perspective shift. It leads to more proactivity, and trust that you’ll be able to do whatever you need to do. All the secondary, tertiary, etc. questions about how get answered relatively easily when you’re clear about what you want to create.


Not my whole life but stuff I’ve discovered:

Realizing that sitting for 8 to 12 hours per day coding is catastrophic for my health.

Understanding the incredibly high and hidden cost of conflict and anger. Films romanticize fighting the good fight. Avoiding a fight (legal, arguments, etc) until you absolutely can’t is worth a lot.

Creativity and intellectual progress happen in a quiet relaxed and happy environment.

Leadership starts with humility.

Big companies signal unassailable leads and competence but tend to be wildly dysfunctional which makes them vulnerable.

Yoga fixes lifelong back pain that drugs, swimming obsessively, chiropractors and workouts could not fix.

Confronting death isn’t that scary, even for an atheist.

We don’t deserve dogs.

Everyone is the main character in their story, including you.

You can be good at just about anything you love doing but can’t be good at many things.

You can’t buy time but managing your time obsessively has its own cost.

Early mornings are a very special time because no one else is up and it is the quietest and most productive part of the day.


You (and many technical people) do, but most people don't, that's why it works. Reminds me of this comment I saw a while ago: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=25825917#25828439

> On HN, people hate cold emails. In real life, I've found that most people will respond or ignore. Like a tiny minority will act like you killed their mother, but that's life.

> I know you know this, if you're in sales, but I, like many other engineers who read this forum was overly cautious when I first started speaking to people because I anticipated that 99/100 would be upset at having to talk to me.

> The truth was that 99/100 were willing to speak to me and listening to HN and Reddit set me back farther than I expected until I unlearned that lesson.

> So I'm saying this for the benefit of all those other engineers like me.


In the meantime:

    1. Rarbg or rutracker to dwn anything in minutes
    2. mpv to watch anything in minutes with subtitles and bunch of flexible options that propriatery or FOSS tools like plex can only dream to have
    3. enjoy life without commercials ever and hord stuff if you want it and pay for things after the fact
For books replace 1. with libgen and 2. with calibre reader.

Yes, its 100x easier.

Games could be in some cases easier to buy, especially since you realy must test those for viruses and other malcious stuff, not something you should be concerned with multimedia.


100% to the above and I would look specifically for Cognitive Behavioral Therapy which specializes in treating distorted thinking. It rescued me from my early thirties and I haven’t been depressed since. Our brains are wired to generate stories and narratives around everything, we can’t help it, and sometimes those narratives are distorted but cause damage and like a scab, we keep reinforcing and picking at them. Learning to recognize when you’re doing this and to stop is a skill like riding a bike, and a good therapist can help. Group therapy also helps because you can see other people going into these catastrophic narratives that look absurd to you and give you an idea of some of the same distortions you might be imagining.

Then other thing is, no matter how smart you are, you can’t debug yourself, you need other people. If you have a distorted negative feeling of yourself, then when you try to fix yourself, you’ll be more inclined to feel something isn’t working or you are doomed the first time you hit a roadblock or relapse.

And ultimately sometimes medication can help you get through the initial hurdle of such negativity, another reason you need to see a professional to evaluate this.

Go check out YouTube and Wikipedia for some cognitive behavioral therapy sources to see if it might fit.


> A 'I totally don't care about you fools'-attitude was my solution, too.

This attitude sorted my entire life, and it keeps solving more and more problems.

I am so glad that I adopted this mindset very early in life (late teens).


A 'I totally don't care about you fools'-attitude was my solution, too. It worked great for me and I love it. I get on stage and have a deep 'love me or hate me, I don't care, that's my show' feeling.

After I told to myself that I have this attitude, I started to be able to play with the audience's attention instead of focusing on myself.


You can. Click on the time for the comment. Then you can favorite it.

I was diagnosed as a 30 year-old. Here are some things that might help.

* Accept it and be realistic about it. ADHD is a disorder. There is no cure. Don't expect it to go away or for you some system, drug or technique to reduce it to zero. There are no silver bullets

* Forgive yourself. Getting worked up about the disorder only causes more pain, anger and stress. You are not lazy.

* Address any other mental health problems that may be related to or caused by ADHD. I am still recovering from anxiety related to my ADHD.

* Medication is effective. If there is any reasonable route to trying it then do so. Some people report night and day differences.

* Routines help me a lot. A good routine becomes automatic. Think about some of the things in life that you do automatically and completely without thinking. Try to make a routine that serves your goals and the things you want to do. I prefer a routine that is the same every single day (including weekends) if possible.

* Your working memory is impaired. Do not try to remember anything. I always keep a notepad and pen next to my computer as a substitute for working memory.

* Distractions. Some are worse than others but people with ADHD are more susceptible. Find a way to reduce notifications, alerts (both auditory and visual). When you are focusing on something, try to remove anything else from your visual field. I have two monitors but I make sure that if I only need one window for the task at hand then the other monitor is showing the desktop.

* In the same way, if you want to be sure to remember something, keep it in your visual field. When I'm using my to do list software and I select a task, I put it as a small window in the top left of my screen (with all the other remaining tasks hidden of course!). If I get distracted I can simply look to the top left of my screen to remember what I was doing.

Knowing you have ADHD is a great first step. Improvement is possible, but it takes time (years, not weeks).


To change anything you have to be responsible, empowered, and knowledgeable about it. If you only have one or two of them, seek out the others. If you can't attain all three, stop worrying about it; you can't change it.

Transparency leads to trust, but also can be abused. Be transparent in incremental steps, so that you still build trust with those that are trustworthy, and so you aren't hurt too badly by those that aren't.

Failures of people are as often due to the environment they're in as they are the people. That can be useful to not judge colleagues too harshly, and also to remind yourself you are good and capable when you find yourself in a job/role where you're unable to function.

The way to build successful products is to care about them. Stakeholders that seek to explain problems they're trying to solve and why the matter will get results; stakeholders that try to dictate solutions to dev will not. Seek out places that recognize the devs job is the 'how', and the rest of the business' job is the "what".

People who say "we're one team" and "it's not us vs them" are to be avoided. If the groups they're talking about were truly one team, such statements would not need to be made; making them is trying to band-aid over issues and misalignments rather than address them.

Be kind. Even useless assholes can become allies if they see you going out of your way to be kind to them.


Cold turkey.

1. Quit caffeine on a Thursday and take the day off on Friday (optional).

2. Go for a hike on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. (optional but recommended)

3. Each day you need to force yourself to try and focus on programming as well. You should get something - anything - committed into the repo you're working in. Motivation and your mental state is one thing that you need to train while you're at your nadir. When you get your energy back it'll seem like you were never on caffeine in the first place.

4. On each of those days take a nap any damn time you please. Take pain killers if you must.

Come Monday you should be at about 80%-90%. Enjoy your freedom.

I've used this technique twice after trying to transition unsuccessfully a few times before. Been off it for 7ish months now. Good luck, friend.


Pangloss, who was as inquisitive as he was argumentative, asked the old man what the name of the strangled Mufti was. ‘I don’t know,’ answered the worthy man, ‘and I have never known the name of any Mufti, nor of any Vizier. I have no idea what you’re talking about; my general view is that people who meddle with politics usually meet a miserable end, and indeed they deserve to. I never bother with what is going on in Constantinople; I only worry about sending the fruits of the garden which I cultivate off to be sold there.’ Having said these words, he invited the strangers into his house; his two sons and two daughters presented them with several sorts of sherbet, which they had made themselves, with kaimak enriched with the candied-peel of citrons, with oranges, lemons, pine-apples, pistachio-nuts, and Mocha coffee… – after which the two daughters of the honest Muslim perfumed the strangers’ beards. ‘You must have a vast and magnificent estate,’ said Candide to the turk. ‘I have only twenty acres,’ replied the old man; ‘I and my children cultivate them; and our labour preserves us from three great evils: weariness, vice, and want.’ Candide, on his way home, reflected deeply on what the old man had said. ‘This honest Turk,’ he said to Pangloss and Martin, ‘seems to be in a far better place than kings…. I also know,” said Candide, “that we must cultivate our garden.’

-- Voltaire, Candide


This is about (common) swifts. I know some things about them.

Because a very long time ago I raised one, which was very difficult, but also enjoyable.

On the way home from last day of school before summer holidays I saw some bird chick on the ground, next to a closed wall of bricks, on the walkway, between one-way street with heavy traffic and a steep hill on the other side. I didn't know what to do, except not to blindly grab it and take it home, because sometimes the parents come and feed them. So I stood back about a dozen meters and waited for half an hour. No bird parents came, traffic on the street roared on and on. Couldn't make sense of where it would have fallen off, couldn't put it back where it came from beacause blank wall of bricks 4 to 5 meters high to some backyard was closed to the street. No doors/gates or something like that. Walked around the block to find entry, unsuccessfully. Walked back to where the chick still was, sitting miserably on the ground, almost no feathers, just some dark gray fluff, pink skin shining through.

Stood there and thought: Should I, shouldn't I? What will Mommy say?

Knelt down to see if it had anything icky on it, which it hadn't and put it into the left cheat pocket of my shirt. Didn't even struggle. Just looked around with its tiny dark eyes.

Some twenty minutes later, at home, unexpectedly no storm of rage because bringing back strange animals. Instead phoning around for some veterinary who does birds.

I somehow had the feeling that timing was essential here, so I grabbed my street bicycle without having lunch and speeded to the veterinarian. Again with the chick in my left shirt pocket, was afraid it would try to get out, but it seemed content to just look out from there.

The veterinarian examined it under a light and looking glass and found a hand full of tiny mites. Eeek! I haven't seen them! Strangely there were none in my shirt pocket.

Anyways, vet couldn't make out what it was exactly, because too young, settled for mostly some sort of swift and told me what to expect, and that it was a stupid thing to do, because if swift this would never be my bird, because they are wild things, almost always in the air, and nobody ever successfully raised one so far.

I answered that I know it's no Budgie or Canary, that I waited for the parents to show up, which they didn't, couldn't locate where it came from to put it back there, so certain death by car, cat, starvation was imminent.

So I got some tubes with different gels in it, which I had to give the chick with the food. Which was a mix of living mealworms to be obtained from fishing ponds where people use them as bait, deep frozen crickets from pet food stores, raw minced meat with egg white and yolk mixed in, and any living insects I managed to shoot down with the rubber rings from preserving jars :-)

Every two hours, at least! 24/7! For two months! Ugh!

Anyways, I did it, went to a museum of natural history to speak with an ornithologist there. Drove there by subway with it in my shirtpocket again :-)

Ornithologist confirmed bias of vet towards common swift, and lend me some books, plus a list of more titles from the library for learning the swarming patterns, to which I should release it when they appear in the sky.

So my summer holidays were effectively gone by having to care for it around the clock, without pauses longer than two hours. I didn't really mind, and chick neither. It grew into something very streamlined, very dark brown and shiny feathers. It was primed to me and not afraid. I could put it onto my shoulder and it stayed there.

I worried a little about it being so lazy, so I trained it by putting it into my hands while standing, and then going down fast with my hands, to let its instincts kick in. Which they did, by spreading its wings.

Later, when it made strange rattling sounds by rhythmically spreading its wings to get the feathers out of their growing sheets and I found it on top of the curtains when coming back into the room, I knew it was time to get it to fly.

Which I did by having it sit on my shoulder while bicycling around at 40 to 60 km/h in the forest on excellently paved ways.

At first it didn't let go of my shirt, just spread its wings and lifting it a little, or beating its wings and tickling the side of my head that way. But it wouldn't let go!

I had to go to about 40km/h with the bird in one hand and only one hand on the handlebar, then throwing it UP!

Screech! Screech! Back to my shoulders. Hrrmpf. I repeated that I don't know how often anymore until I had it flying after me for some minutes without immediately going back to my shoulders.

I extended these "lessons" to places where I knew there were many insects in the air, like standing ponds, fields with cows on them, and it worked, it just got its flies from the air!

Seeing it doing that really took a burden from my mind.

Took it ontop the tower of some castle ruin, over bridges over rivers, onto watch towers in the forest, tried to show it all it could be confronted with in its life within my means, which meant from my shoulder while racing my bicycle.

It really liked me going downhill from the forest back home at anywhere between 65km/h to 85km/h tops for maybe 20 seconds.

It also liked sitting squat on my chest while I laid on my back, wings half spread, eyes closed, me very lightly stroking its head with one finger... cheelp, cheelp If it were a cat it would have purred.

Also it never shat on me. Neither into the nest which I've built for it into the corner of the room, onto a halfheight cabinet out of some towels. Always nicely outside, onto the old newspapers which I put under and around it. Clean bird!

Then the time came to throw it up into the swarms, like I intended from the beginning. Took me about ten times until I could see it fly towards the swarm without coming back.

Instincts kicking in, Mission Accomplished! Proud and sad at the same time.

Called the vet which wouldn't believe at first, and then told her what I did, how, in which sequence and so on.

Moved away from there shortly after, so I don't know if it came back some time, hope it didn't get caught in the nets which some people in the south raise to catch them for food.

Anyways, about 30 years later I came back home to see a bird on the ground of the long hallway. It was a common swift, somehow got caught in there, with no way out. I tried to slowly grab it, but it panicked, tried to fly away, bumped into the glass, against the wall, so I stopped trying to grab it.

Thought a little, went for a towel to throw that over it, came back, havn't even spread the towl yet, it fluttered again, spread my arms wide to stop it, then it bumped into my belly and clawed into my windjacket there.

I slowly lowered my arms and stood very still for a minute, then tiptoed the long floor, down the stairs, away from the house, stood very still again, looked at it. It looked back. After a minute or so I asked "don't you want to be back with your swarm?"

And it let itself fall down backwards over one wing, and going up to the swarm which was there at the time.

A few days later, me on the balcony, seeing and hearing the swarm again I thought to myself: why not putting back on the very yellow wind jacket I wore when I rescued that swift?

I did so, and one little fellow came down to do some aerobatics a few meters from my face, loudly cheeping and chirrping.

They do remember and recognize you. I'm sure of that!

The really strange thing is it looked exactly like pictures of common swifts, except of the white. What is white on them was something like bronze/copper on mine, depending on the light.


Everything is a system. The economy, society, relationships, nature, traffic.

You don't need math to reverse engineer a system. You just need to pay attention to it. You can say the right words to make a date happy. You can figure out which lane is the fastest route, better than Google Maps can. You don't need an app or data - your brain is a wonderful data processing machine.

Don't be angry at the people who are benefiting from a system, or at the system itself. Most just end up that way, the same way a river meanders towards the sea, or an electrical current tries to find ground.

Fixing/improving a system often requires deep understanding of it. An action here will cause a response there. People often document it, but few will do a proper design.

If you don't fix a system, few will. Most people are reactive to it and try to live with it as background noise.

If you don't control a system, it will control you. You don't have to change its fundamentals, just move out of the way of harm.

Neatness/order is a way to understand a system. All systems tend to fall to disorder. Disorder is not always a bad thing. Order is very expensive, and only serves as better documentation to those who do not understand it. Very often, excessive order is a symptom of someone who does not understand or control it.


Usually on this site and Quora, when people have a post like yours, the posters usually offer a piece of advice, that in my humble opinion, advices are useless because usually they say more about the advice-giver, what they wish they could've done when they were younger (doctors/lawyers who studied hard to make bank, advising all students to have fun when they're young but how did they get there?), or tout their own successes when the advice-receiver may or may not have the same background to be able to replicate it (people here with STEM background touting meritocracy and hard-work will eventually get everyone a job but when did you start learning coding and under what circumstances??).

As a 29-year old, I'll offer instead my own personal regret about my 20's without any panacea, I hope that it is relevant to your stated idea even though it may not seem so at first:

Last night I came home after going out with a bunch of friends from a startup at a "reunion outing" that we all used to work at several years ago,

We are all 28, 29, 30 now and we were 26, 25, 24 when we were hanging out everyday at work and after work; and past the superficial remembrances of the "all fun times we had," inside jokes of what-he-said, what-she-said, casual bantering at the pool table and the double high-fives for the ladies and low ass slaps for the bro's after the final game, on the back of the Lyft ride home, I thought about how we never ever really fought.

Not talking about general boorishness caused by alcohol and clashing sensitive male ego's, nor the passive-aggression between friends or acquaintances where perceived slights/differences built up but never confronted, beef never squashed instead squished down underneath the social surface that years pass by, your group's "happy hours" turns from a "thing" into a remembrance - that you heard only about XXX's wedding from your other friends who had been invited but you feel only slightly annoyed because XXX has already become someone who you used to know.

But really fight in a moment, air out your differences, coming into a fight, knowing that you or the other person may not come out at end as friends anymore, but you have a hope to salvage things, out of a conviction to be authentic to yourself and the other person, out of an intent to love the other person even if there is a such deep well of negative emotions, frustration, hatred, feeling of injustice and inspired self-insecurity, that you can't help but to still respect/admire the uniqueness/individuality of the person and even a wisp of self-reconsideration of your own part in the sordid affair; and hope you guys might come be able to come out the other side.

This is the my biggest regret about my 20's. That I have always ducked all my opportunities to fight.

Instead of accepting the up's and down's in any natural relationships, I took every setback, every feeling of feeling stagnant as an outlet to push people away. Underneath the thin sheath of rationalizations is a dread of knowing myself as who I truly who I am if I were to fight, I'll be exposed. So it is with this never-said but oft-acted upon notion I've come away with a decade of superficial trinkets instead of battle scars, and without the satisfaction that I've truly ever loved.


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