<p>In which I am joined by phlegmatic critic and technologist Noah Kumin (@marsreviewer) to discuss the battle for the human soul in computer programming models</p>

Life During Peacetime with Chris Moore

Blue, blue is the grass about the river
And the willows have overfilled the close garden.
And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth.
White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door.
Slender, she puts forth a slender hand;

And she was a courtezan in the old days,
And she has married a sot,
Who now goes drunkenly out
And leaves her too much alone.

The Machine War with Noah Kumin