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All the Perl that's Practical to Extract and Report

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  • This happened to me at right about this time last year. I applied to a job in California (Rent.com, working with Ben Tilly), and realized (after what I thought was a pretty good interview) that I didn't want the job. And I didn't know why. The team was good (working with Tilly sounded really great), the product was okay if a bit unglamorous, they were profitable (always a plus for corporate culture), and it would've been in Santa Monica, where I'd wanted to work and live for some time.

    So why wasn't I thrilled with the job? I didn't know, and I still don't, quite. A lot of other things were going on in my life then, but nothing that would make me shrug off my career. Still, I said fuck it, and went back to college [stjohnscollege.edu]. Liberal arts. Philosophy, literature, mathematics, history of science, and music. Fuck yeah. These days I'm fairly sure I don't want to re-enter the software industry. I think that I will keep programming, but this time for something like, visualizing all the kickass epicycles, equants, and general circles galore of Ptolemaic geometry, perhaps in graduate school [pitt.edu].