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History in a nutshell: did consulting in the 80's, independent online database consulting in the 90's, lost my shirt in the early 00's and switched to technical translation and am doing fine, thanks. Lately exploring agricultural robotics in Puerto Rico, which is about as blue-sky a venture as it is possible to imagine, but the weather agrees with me.
[Note in 2018: I guess some of the weather was less agreeable. I'm currently putting a roof back on the house. ¡Puerto Rico se levanta!]
Site: vivtek.com - quality dust since 1996.
Programming blogging at http://semantic-programming.blogspot.com - gathering quality dust since 2016.
Which, true, is in fact an argument often made.
Software execution itself is not the issue. Criminal intent is the issue.
It's been a really low-priority desire (I won't dignify it with "need") and so I haven't even really worked out a layout or even carefully defined what I'd like, but yeah, the Really Big Keyboard would fill at least a small need.
There was an episode of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. set in San Juan, though. So now there's something else mainlanders have heard of.
Sending them against the express will of the localities, however, is probably illegal.
I haven't done paid work with Perl since the 90's. Now I'm glad I haven't. I use it for my private work because it does what I want it to do, but on the few occasions I've coded for pay since leaving the industry, I've used Python.
Just do something stupid that goes in the right direction. Do it this weekend. You know you want to.
That first day I killed over forty mosquitoes. Under the dining room table it was just bzzt-zzt-zzt-ztt. Seriously one of the more satisfying episodes of my life.
Once I insulated around it so it could do what it was supposed to do, the zapper worked perfectly, and still works perfectly.
During those two weeks, my entire lifestyle changed, obviously, so it's difficult to know what changed because of that, and what was just the fact that e.g. I went from sedentary tech work to nailing salvaged roof scrap on top of the house on our farm.
But - my blood pressure dropped. I lost weight. I did a lot of reading of books. My notes are more interesting for those two weeks because they were ink on paper and I could insert drawings and diagrams wherever I wanted. They were more thoughtful and less reactive.
I fixed a mosquito zapper by sheer force of will (the capacitor was shorting across a resistor - poor design, but once I figured it out I could fix it. I'm still using that zapper today, and only shorted the capacitor out across my finger three times. Ow.) That day, I was become death, destroyer of mosquitoes.
I guess I quasi-fixed the roof on the farm house by sheer force of will, too. Had to dig the nails out of the scrap - no hardware stores open. My son considers it a formative experience.
So I didn't choose to go cold turkey, and it was only a short time, and its lifechanging nature is impossible to tease away from concurrent events, but still - anecdotally, it's probably worthwhile to try it voluntarily.
Honestly, my most grounding achievement, one that feels more real than anything else I've done, is that I got hit by a hurricane and, lacking resources and available contractors, built a new roof myself. Whatever else I do or fail to do, this roof is a good roof.
So, answer: slow nomad. It's been a good life, although I've found it difficult to prosper to the extent more connected people can. (But I believe this is more me, than being remote.)
Why are so many old houses built so well? It's not just because craftsmanship was better. It's because the ones not built so well didn't get old. (I owned a house built in 1884 for a few years. Most of it was excellent craftsmanship. Some ... not so much. Previous owners had been lucky the dining room floor had never been stressed too much.)
It would be nice to hear any strategies that do work. In the end, we couldn't find any.