"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman

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Sunday, August 31, 2003

on becoming stupider

friday i had to open up an application i designed two years ago to see if i could modify it for a new user. mind you, i hadn't looked at this app since it was originally released. to my surprise and relief, the code was well documented, and it only took me a few minutes to figure out how to give the user what she had requested. but as i reviewed the logic in the app, i couldn't help thinking "how did i think of this?" i got the eery feeling that if i had to design the same program today, i wouldn't have been able to come up with as elegant a solution as i did back then.

to the same end, i recently posted some of my old poetry on art conspiracy (see link at right; i'm max) for no particular reason. looking over my poems and moreso my short fiction, i kept thinking "i wrote this?". because i don't think i could write like that these days. if you're bored, then you tell me: three of the pieces on artcon are old; two are more recent. do you see a difference?

i imagine this is the mental equivalent of not exercising. the problem solving and vocabulary mucscles are getting flabby. i guess watching jeopardy each night just isn't enough to keep the brain in shape.
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