I just bought a new laptop after 3 years so it’s time to fiddle with settings. One of the most important questions for a coder like me is what font to use for programming. I’ve been using the Fira Code font for several years and maybe it’s time for a change. There’s a nice website programmingfonts.org that lists fonts designed for writing code, but it’s mostly browsing things for aesthetics, not issues.

Hamiltonianism is derived from the political philosophy of Federalists in early American history. The purpose of this branding is to use a narrative derived directly from the founding of America to interrogate other political narratives which have claims to the same source. Hamiltonianism offers a way to directly confront any pretense that somebody is speaking authoritatively on behalf of the Founding Fathers. Hamiltonian analysis works because politicians, pundits, professors, and journalists who tout themselves as representatives of our founding values tend to have never bothered to study the source material.

My favorite scene in My Cousin Vinny involves a play on words. Joe Pesci, a criminal defense lawyer with an infamously New Jersey accent, grills a witness on the stand, finally reaching the conclusion—that perhaps the witness was, in fact, mistaken. He asks whether it’s possible that the two yoots the witness saw weren’t the clients in question. Here’s the scene: Fred Gwynne of Herman Munster fame plays the judge, and he is as deadpan as it gets.

1 Article for the Week: There are many professionals (including Quality Function) who do not know the difference between Defects and Defectives. Defect: The issues / problems (out of specification) found in the product. E.g. If you manufacture Shirts, the issues may be Wrong Stitching, Button Missing, Wrong Thread, etc. These are called Defects. Defective: Because of these defects, the product becomes a Defective Product. In this case, the shirt is a Defective shirt.

The last time I visited the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia was in the scorching summer of 2018; it was merely a stopping point between assignments in war-ravaged Yemen. Back then, it was a laborious back-and-forth-to-the-consulate to obtain a visa. The state-owned airline separated ladies and gents, and we all embarked on a joint prayer from the Quran pre-flight. My local contacts insisted I cover my head and blend in with the other women in a black abaya.