Zed A. Shaw

The rise of the trillionaire beggars.

The survival crafting video game is my pandemic theme song.

A microcosm story that more completely explains who I am than anything else you'll read.

An essay on the pervasive internalized authoritarianism found in the programming profession.

If it's required of me, it's required of Google.

On the style insensitivity of Nim and my unrealized authoritarianism regarding programming.

A memory of painting the Bridge of Peace in Tbilisi.

An exploration of the experience of art.

Goodbye Wordpress

The Eagle does not hunt flies.

An early document on things I've discovered.

Programmers are fascist pricks.

Official statement on the PSF abuses in 2017.

Even a bad day painting is better than any day working.

One of the best things I learned.

Even more bad teachers, oh my.

You think programmers are bad?

Everyone against rote is wrong.

Once again, ahead of the curve.

Fuck you Holden. You're next.

This is the only part of SF I miss.

An early study of pen and watercolor.

This was a huge accomplishment.

I really fucking hated doing this drawing.

A nice time in Portland, years ago.

This is where I learned to hate the pencil.

A study I did in school.

Did you hear they got sued? Yeah.

Slut shaming of the intellectual male.

Now facebook is Nazi garbage.

Take in the poison in small doses.

Unfireable people negates any merit.

You have cancer and be a shit painter.

Free is no defense against shit.

Just give it to me. I'll break it.

A simple theory on art's expression.

A short description an experiment in learning digital drawing.

The abusiveness of Hacker News being permanent.

Don't let being a dork get in the way of fun.

I prefer reality to impossibly optimistic.

They never did this, did they?

Can you say Facebook 2020?

Everyone wants to be painter without the work.

Use Rust or Go anyway.

An early painting of mine.

What about that creepy dude reading your DMs?

Viewing the act of art from the experience.

A thread I made to a bootcamp that made some changes.

Abusers and the status quo

A recollection of learning to draw