Saturday 03/14/2026
Yeah, you gotta be a geek to get that. 3.14 are the first three digits of the constant pi. (3.1415926 is all I ever memorized.)
Indeed I am a geek, but it turns out, not the geek I used to be. See below.
Nothing on the calendar. Took some clothes to the cleaners. Walked the local farmers market. I took the little Canon Elph (see 7.096 for a picture of it) and took a few pictures with it. I took the same picture with my iPhone 16. Here is a small section of the two shots.
If the 2000s call, they can have their camera back. We have come a long way, baby. (Plus, the entire camera hardware, lenses and all, of the iPhone is smaller than the tip of your thumb.)
Decided to get serious about Claude Code. First thing, you have to prepare at least some documentation about the app you want to build. I’d been working on that, so I spent an hour finalizing my requirements.txt and functional_spec.txt and set them up in a directory and invoked Claude Code and said /init. It spent 30 seconds reading my docs and presented me with a nicely organized summary of what I wanted to build. The requirements contained several open implementation decisions, and it provided suggestions on how to handle these.
Problem was, it was suggesting a bunch of open source platforms that I had never worked with and knew nothing about. So before I could approve its plan I needed to understand what it was talking about. For web hosting, Supabase, Huh? database, PostgreSQL. Hey I was an expert in SQL in, um, 1983. Code in Python, OK I am all over that; with FastAPI. What? Front end, React with Tanstack Table. Both new to me. Host the web app on Render. Wha?
And it says, shall I start building some code? No, no, wait. I have got to know what you are talking about. You could be hallucinating half of that. So I start looking up websites and trying to understand what these various platforms and products consist of, and cost.
An hour into this my brain is fried. There was a time when I could plunge into tech shit like this for hours. Not any more. My little gray cells, as Hercule Poirot says, they are weary.
Fortunately about that time Joanne texted saying, you want to take a walk? Uh, yeah. We walked up to Douce France for a cup. Funny thing. We were walking back along the bike path beside the railroad, holding hands, and a cyclist, not a kid, looked like a thirty-something athlete, zoomed past and yelled, “Hey, you lovey-doveys!” What, people can’t hold hands?
Codgerville 