Bounded-Error Log

I put this question in my FAQ, because at least two people have asked me this question, and that’s how frequent a question needs to be to be on my FAQ: I got an IMO1 gold medal in 2012, as a ninth grader, and an IOI gold medal in 2014, as an eleventh grad…

(this post is sketchily backdated from February 2020) Fourth year with ✈✈✈ Galactic Trendsetters ✈✈✈.

I was pretty torn between this and “The Future Soon” as the Year-End Song on this blog, but in the end I think I feel more threatened by the bland existence of the soulless adult than inspired by the starry-eyed-idealism-with-misogynist-undertones of the…

A more accurate but less informative title for this post would be “How I wish React and Redux were explained to me”.

We’ve burrowed ourselves deep within the facility, gaining access to the programable logic controllers (PLC) that drive their nuclear enrichment centrifuges.

The villains are communicating with their own proprietary file format.

You discover this cat enthusiast chat app, but the annoying thing about it is that you’re always banned when you start talking about dogs.

You stumbled upon someone’s “JS Safe” on the web.

The hardest challenge of not very many I solved in this CTF.

We are presented with a big zip file of SML code, which implements an interpreter for a small ML-like language with a form of taint analysis in its type checker, called Wolf.

This challenge is a video of somebody’s messy desk, with what is apparently the audio from a Futurama clip.

It feels a little surreal watching #DeleteFacebook.

My third MIT Mystery Hunt with ✈✈✈ Galactic Trendsetters ✈✈✈ (also see: 2017 and 2016, writing with Random in 2015).

I think this is the right video for this year.

Woo, first CTF writeup.

(Okay, this post is backdated.)

And here we are.

I guess I lied in my penultimate post.

tl;dr: I don’t use Facebook much.

There’s some point in the decline of a blog’s activity at which you just can’t apologize with a straight face for not posting any more.

And it’s not even January any more.

It seems to me like lots of people want this year to be over.

This is two days late and it’s not even the post that was supposed to be here.

On November 8th, 2016, Donald Trump was elected the 45th President of the United States.

I had this 5,000-word draft, but I half-abandoned it for being sappy, boring, pointless, and impossible to rewrite to be satisfactorily un-cringeworthy.

I hate doing things under time pressure, but I have to admit I do a lot more things when time pressure exists.

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content warning: death, existential dread, the usual I have this memory — I was a tiny kid, lying in bed and trying to fall asleep, and I started thinking about death and nonexistence, and I thought about how one day I wouldn’t exist any more, that there…

When I first made myself commit to posting weekly, I was trying to make myself spend a little time every day of the week thinking and writing and whittling away at old drafts.

It’s another weekend, isn’t it.

This post’s topic might be the most controversial thing I’ve posted here ever.

One of the most unexpectedly different facets of life during my internship has been the meals.

Wow, this has been the longest silence on this blog in a long time.

(I’m making random short posts to entertain certain people during spring break.)

(So.

(all the times that you beat me unconscious I forgive) angst [████████ ] (8/10) We’re overdue for one of these posts, I guess.

I finally did it.

I wasn’t sure what would be the right song for 2015 until I set foot on MIT.

I’m not really satisfied with the execution, but eh, what the hell.

A Signature Puzzle: Trying to solve the puzzle with Extreme Speed can’t hurt.

And that’s another year!

As usual, you can check your answers here.

Unfortunately, I did not get this successfully testsolved, although, for whatever comfort it may provide, I did engage in several interactive rounds of nerfing it.

As usual, there had to be something here.

There are 30 minutes until my laundry finishes.

As readers of this blog probably know, I am not an MITAdmissions blogger.

A fun/interesting/unfortunate/fortunate consequence of the mental world model of Inside Out (2015 Pixar film) (which is a great movie, and I’m saying this as a non-movie-type — I laughed, and I cried, and just omgwtfbbq Disney/Pixar) is that imaginary fri…

People are afraid of the dark because it holds the unknown and unknowns are scary.

Did I say “fun”?

I have a backlog of at least 6,000 words and still too many events to blog about, so these posts will not reflect things currently happening to me for a long, long time, except for the little blurbs on top of posts like this one when they exist.