I got COVID-19 for a second time. Locked myself in a room and opened the windows. Watched all 3 games of Euro 2024 for the day.
I hope nobody else gets it at home.
Cats, good books, AI, and religious walking in the city of Sofia
I got COVID-19 for a second time. Locked myself in a room and opened the windows. Watched all 3 games of Euro 2024 for the day.
I hope nobody else gets it at home.

I watched another musical. It was fantastic, the singing was out of this world.
If anything, try getting a more central seat. The speakers in the corner can be loud. Also, wear a mask. It was packed.

Barbican Centre is a collection of concrete high-rises and old blocks in the City of London I’ve never paid attention to. I watched a talk by Nickolas Means on Day 1 of LeadDev about the history of it, who designed it, how it was built, who built it, and the how, and whys behind a bunch of other things like roads and rails. The process was quite impressive and completely turned my view about it from “ugly” to “impressive” although not necessarily “beautiful”.
The architects and the city planners navigated complex constraints and built for success. For example, the main hall had to be dug deep into the ground because the planners realized a successful hall needed residing musical organizations, and the two willing to use it, needed a larger venue. So the engineers identified the constraint, found a solution (dig deep), and built for success.
The proactive requirements and constraints identification lasted many years but the final result stayed and became a landmark area. The approach was not different from what has to be done in the software world when starting a complex refactoring initiative, although in the software things need to move a bit faster. Perhaps that’s why some people in the code world like the title Software Architect 🙂
I personally find the Brutalism and the maze-like corridors overwhelming.



The best part of Barbican for me was how cars were hidden beneath. Also, the bar that filled quickly with well-dressed people after work. It radiates life, while many of the brutalist buildings in my country radiate decay with their rusty walls and old windows. This was also predicted – the builders used special stone in the concrete with less iron so that the concrete would last longer without looking rusty and old.
I don’t want to retire. My plan is to follow in my mom’s footsteps. She works in her 70s and I admire her for that.
I believe a person needs a reason to leave the bed in the morning, and working is a good reason to be awake, especially if you work on something you believe in. You keep the brain occupied with meaningful goals so it’s not occupied with other things like anxiety and problems. The brain doesn’t like to stay empty, it will fill itself quickly if left unattended. I also believe that you lose what you don’t use.
Retirement doesn’t sound appealing. There’s no remote island, beach, or resort where I’d rather be.
Tomorrow is the election time in Europe and double election time in Bulgaria. We’ll vote for a national parliament on top of the EU one. Elections bring political discussions into daily life and expose the divisions we have. I’m unsure about the proper way to handle that. My country’s society is very divided on many topics.
And the list continues. Any random person I meet can hold extreme beliefs on any of the subjects, and learning about that, or exploring it, can lead to changing the perception of that person, or them changing their perception of me if I express extreme beliefs.
For example, a plumber comes home to fix something, fixes it, and drops that whatever random thing has been bad for 35 years, implicating it was good before that, and before that was communism. I immediately recognize this person is radically in the “Communism Good” camp, while I’m in the “Communism Bad” camp.
Over the years, I have slowly learned that the best strategy for me is to avoid the subject outside of the family. It may not sound right, but it is the best strategy I’ve found so far.
Today I posted a comment about politics on some random blog and feel like I swam in poop. I posted it in the Reader and didn’t realize it’s some conspiracy blog. It’s a good reminder to me to not engage in politics until I find a way to engage without feeling that way.
In any case, it’s the peak of politics talk for the year for us. Time to vote.