Christopher DeLuca

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I’m very glad I’m not thirteen anymore, because I did improv practice then played Magic instead of watching the Super Bowl, and that would have gotten my ass kicked. 😎

A humble, thoughtful, and in-depth analysis of algorithms and their use and misuse from a former Spotify engineer.

The same words tell different ideas
Different ideas tell the same words
Words tell the same ideas different
Ideas tell words the different same
Different ideas tell tell different
Same same different ideas
Same same different same
Words words tell words

What’s that got to do with it

My colleagues made me aware of lumpers versus splitters, which might be the ultimate meta-taxonomy.

Taking a short bus ride into a short walk to pick up my city boy coffee on a warm day right here in Astoria. ☕️

A bag of coffee beans being held by my white hand in front of a wall of graffiti.

You ever feel a sense of obligation looking at your podcast backlog? And they’re all comedy podcasts? “I am duty bound to listen to nonsense!”

I don’t know how it happened, but I need everyone to know that my cousin and I are the coolest motherfuckers in the world right now.

Two white people walk confidently towards the camera. The first, my cousin Karolina, is wearing dark sunglasses, a black baseball hat, leather pants, and a jacket. I'm behind her, wearing polarized sunglasses, dark jeans, and a grey balzer over a black half button. We look dope.

When some people say, “there’s nothing new under the sun,” they mean, “pure originality is a myth; isn’t it wonderful to be in this continuum of human thought?”

When other people say it, they mean, “I’m a hack.”

Good to be wary of advice that sounds too much like a self pep talk.

An especially poignant title text from xkcd’s Relationship Advice comic.

I am a creative. I am too busy making the next thing to spend too much time deeply considering that almost nothing I make will come anywhere near the greatness I comically aspire to.

I relate. From I am a creative over on A List Apart.

Unexpected Trek

I’ve been excavating old writings. This is the oldest one I’m willing to share at this point. Flash fiction that made it into my college literary journal Font circa 2006. Confirms my fascination with ignored spaces.


Every day after school, Danny Fitzwilliam would ride his bike home. He could have taken the bus, but he liked riding his bike because it made him feel connected to the journey. No grimy, impersonal windows to get between him and the outdoors; just the pure pleasure of being part of the world. Danny liked to watch the muggy suburban landscape pass him by. He liked to watch the different objects that made up suburbia, noticing the intricacies of each one; hedges, telephone poles, pinwheels, evenly spaced trees, sparkling clean sedans, flowerbeds, and mailboxes. Danny didn’t like mailboxes, and every time he saw one he would say, “Check,” to keep it at bay. Mailboxes could be vicious creatures, and you could never be too careful around them.

Danny liked to play ball, but he had no one to play with. One day after school, as Danny was walking down Oak Street, bouncing his big red ball in front of him, he happened upon a scrawny tabby cat, which meowed piteously. Grateful for a playmate, Danny threw the ball at the cat. The cat scampered away with a yowl.

The previous day, while Danny was riding his bike, he forgot to say, “check” to a mailbox, and it went postal and killed him. Afterwards, the previous paragraph never happened.

Another dithering experiment, along with my fascination with corners of ignored industrial space.

A green, dithered photo of a shallow allyway. There are brick buildings forming the corridor, with a cemement staircase leading to an embedded metal door. There's a pile of scrap metal neatly stacked in front of the staircase.

Playing with dithering.

A dithered, dark shot of a small crowd in a warehouse. The people are staring towards purple lights.

I’m back in New York Ciiiiiiiity

Actively marketing yourself and your work, and setting up creative camp where the money is: that’s doing business. It is not inherently “selling out.” Anyone who suggests otherwise can go fuck themselves.

Scalzi on Jennings on the outdated notion of the sell out

It’s going to be a long day today traveling back to New York. I hope I’m not cursing myself by saying this, but I’ve found LAX to be fine.

Dave and I have been cackling at this shot of me. I look like a depressed mouse.

Extreme close up angle of me, a whir man with beard and glasses. The angle makes my eyes look huge and my chin taper into a tiny point.

I’m not above a dog graffiti shot.

A photo of a sad eyed dog graffiti

At a random LA warehouse for my cousins bands soundcheck.

A industrial warehouse with three white people playing instruments. Two guitars and one guy crouching by a monitor.

I’ve been walking a lot in L.A., so I have the Missing Persons song pretty lodged in my head.

There are no public trash cans in the entire city of L.A. No, I haven’t done an extensive search, and yes I’m still right.

Media Diet - January 2024

My January has been monopolized by moving into an apartment and traveling to California for work and to see friends and family. In between all that, here’s what I was watching, reading, and listening to this past month.

Movies

Godzilla Minus One

Godzilla Minus One movie poster

A masterpiece. I saw it the last day it was playing in theaters in New York with Ryan and Allyson. Emotional, relevant, and with a banger of an old school soundtrack. Godzilla is a scary monster here, putting immense pressure on the humans who are squarely the focus.

The Aristocats

The Aristocats movie poster

Half watched this at Allyson’s cat’s birthday party (no explanation coming). I love the evil butler and all his pratfalls; it’s Disney edging in on being funny. Also, still racist.

Saltburn

Saltburn movie poster

I missed this in theaters, but got to see it with friends. I purposely didn’t learn anything about it before seeing it, hearing that that was the way to go. Good movie! Dark, twisty, character piece; a trembling quest for power soaked in pivotal sex.

While I enjoyed it, the hype was too big for the reality by the time I saw it, so I couldn’t help but be a little let down.

Also, I know the realities of commercial film making, but it never fails to take me out of a movie when there’s flaccid dick throughout a sex scene. What, another universe where everyone is always skunk-funkin’ humping, but simultaneously has crippling E.D.? Get outta here.

Tampopo

Tampopo movie poster

This movie rules. My second watch, I got to introduce a group of friends to it, which was really fun. A love letter to food, it’s a movie about the title character learning how to be an amazing ramen chef in 1980s Japan, told like a western. It’s funny! You’ll also never see eggs the same way again.

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story movie poster

As you’d hope, this movie is as funny as it is no longer locked to the Roku streaming service. Did you know Roku had a streaming service? If not, I’m sorry for burdening your head with this information. Consider relieving that stress by watching Weird: The Al Yankovic Story. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry (because you remembered about Roku). You’ll marvel at the absurdist deconstruction of the music biopic that somehow doesn’t make you think of Walk Hard, although now it will, because I just said Walk Hard. Remember that movie?

Anatomy of a Fall

Anatomy of a Fall movie poster

Saw this in the theater with Dave and Jessica in LA. Heavy. Long. Unexpectedly a courtroom drama, and nominally a murder mystery, but really it’s a sympathy-switching excavation of a couple’s emotional struggles. In French, but the main character is German, but speaks English.

Gary Gulman: Born on 3rd Base

Gary Gulman Born on 3rd Base movie poster

If you’re sleeping on Gary Gulman, wake up! One of the best stand ups working right now. Thoughtful and heartfelt, without ever sacrificing the funny. That is not easy, but enjoying this special is. I don’t love that sentence but I’m not changing it.

Books

The Last Colony book jacket

Not much going on in the reading department this month. I finished reading The Ghost Brigades, and started reading The Lost Colony, which are parts two and three in the snarky Starship Troopers-tracking Old Man’s War series from Jon Scalzi. It’s fun.

In The Lost Colony, there’s aliens who have intelligence, but no consciousness. Or, no consciousness without a machine. They switch it on periodically, but get overwhelmed, so largely stay emotional robots. METAPHOR????

Music

I’ve been doing more re-listening to old favorites on my own time, as well as being gifted new sounds from my cousin. Sometimes those sounds are music.

Alice in Chains

Collage of every Alice in Chains album cover

I’m listing the whole band here; I’ve listened to it all in January. They’re a band that meant a lot to me growing up, whether it was stutter-step head banging to Them Bones, or big feels tearing up to Down in a Hole. Their come-back album Black Gives Way To Blue came out when I was in the hospital getting chemo; it felt like both me and the band were reconciling our pasts at the same time. Dark, dissonant, and maybe sometimes hopeful. That was meaningful.

If you like Grunge or Metal, you already have an Alice in Chains opinion. If you don’t like Grunge or Metal, maybe listen to the acoustic Jar of Flies EP or Heaven Beside You off of their self titled album. You may be pleasantly surprised.

The Donnas - Spend the Night

Spend the Night album cover

I find myself putting this album on heavy rotation every few years or so. It’s such chunky, dumb-fun rock n’ roll. If you ever wondered what it would sound like if the girls smoking behind the school made bone-crunch party riffs, you owe yourself a night with this one.

Devo - Duty Now for the Future

Duty now for the Future album cover

The black horse Devo album, and low key one of their most influential. If you vaguely know Devo as the band behind Whip It, and don’t know what “de-evolution is real” means, go listen to Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! and get correct. If you know all that noise and Freedom of Choice, check out this transitional synth rock gem. There’s one or two regrettably stupid moments, but the overall irony-soaked Americana effect shouldn’t be missed.

NTS

Screenshot of the NTS website

My cousins introduced me to nts.live, an eclectic DJ-controlled live internet radio station. Previous broadcasts are also archived, so there’s a lot to explore. Miss having humans tell you about good music? Miss no more.

Grey Factor

Grey Factor album cover

Another cousin introduction, Grey Factor were a flash in the pan local LA synth punk band before that was a thing. Their (small) recordings were recently compiled and remastered. They sound good.

Conclusion

If you take nothing else from this article, watch Godzilla Minus One. If you take absolutely nothing from this article, I think I’m going to count that as an accomplishment.

I setup a local LLM integration in Neovim via ollama.nvim, and it works well. Now the big question: will it actually be useful?

You know what old English had right? The letter “thorn”, which made the “th” sound. You could spell “the” with two letters, “þe”, and when you’re saying it out loud it would sound like “thorny”. Come on!

One time, in college, I went to senior prom as Zoro.

Three young white men wearing suits and serious expressions. Me, on the right, is wearing an eye mask and hat and a sneer.