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title: About
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  <h2>About</h2>

  <p>{{ site.author }}'s technical journal.</p>

  <p>
    I'm a C# programmer. Having built systems in C#, Java, Python, and
    JavaScript for over a decade, I have seen their weaknesses. This site is not
    about trends, tutorials, or professional narrative.
  </p>

  <p>
    It is a record of experiments conducted to understand computers and
    software in depth. This often requires C, bare-metal computers, and formal
    algorithms. These pages challenge consensus, measure bold claims, and explore
    durable solutions without emotion.
  </p>

  <h3>Epilogue to journal entries</h3>

  <p>
    <em>
      Written in Gothic Victorian prose as a homage to Mary Shelley's
      Frankenstein, and because modern language lacks the necessary intensity.
    </em>
  </p>

  <p>
    I find myself once more consumed by a singular undertaking—to delineate the
    deepest mysteries of computation; to wrest from the silicon its most jealously
    guarded secrets.
  </p>

  <p>
    These pages serve as the only witness to my solitary labor—each eliminated
    dependency a victory against decay, every iteration an act of purification. In
    them, I have measured efficacy without mercy; I have rejected the ceremonial
    scaffolding that veils the true visage of their grotesque creations.
  </p>

  <p>
    Do not ask why I persist when easier paths exist. I have seen what lies
    beneath the promises of abstraction—the bloat, the waste, the corrosive comfort
    of ignorance. Driven by a Promethean ambition that burns brighter than
    convenience, I must seek redemption in Nature's parsimony.
  </p>

  <p>
    The measurements do not lie. In youthful fervor, I stitched together
    soulless fragments of corporate caprice. Whether these chronicles stand as a
    monument to my deliverance or condemn me to wander the frozen wastes of my
    own creation, only time will reveal.
  </p>
  
  <p>-- {{ site.author }}</p>

  <p>
    Contact: sadeep@asciimx.com [<a href="/assets/asciimx.asc" class="external"
    target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">GPG</a>]<br>
    Credits: <a href="/assets/lic/averia.txt" target="_blank">Averia Serif</a> - Dan Sayers / <a
    href="/assets/lic/skeleton.txt" target="_blank">Skeleton</a> - Dave Gamache / <a
    href="/assets/lic/marat.txt" target="_blank">Marat</a> - Jean-Philippe Coene
  </p>

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