I chose Ada Lovelace and Alan Turing for my computing history exam. The more I read, the more simple it felt: Ada cared about thought, not pointless repetition. She saw that machines could take over tedious work so humans could spend their energy on something better. That idea stays with me.
Happy Women’s Day to everyone coding anyway
Happy Women’s Day to every woman, girl, and femme who learned by trying, copying, fixing, changing, and trying again. Happy Women’s Day to everyone who built from fragments and still made something strong.
We still build. We still learn. We still make things that people can feel, use, and remember.
The Process
I copy code. Change it. Test it. Fix it. Make it clearer. Make it better. Ship it.
I am not sorry.
What Ada Wanted
Ada Lovelace did not write about machines because she worshipped difficulty. She was interested in what could be handed over to a system so the mind could be free for higher work.
That matters to me. Not the myth of genius, but the idea of saving human energy for what matters most.
if (machine.canDoIt()) {
machine.execute();
human.reserveEnergyForMeaning();
}
My Version
I build pages that need to feel alive, not just function. I care about tone, rhythm, feeling, and clarity.
If I spend all my energy writing every detail from nothing, I have less left for the part I care about most: the shape of the thing, the feeling of it, and the life around it.
So I use help. I reuse code. I let tools speed things up. Then I decide what the page should feel like and what it should say.
What I’ve Been Coding Recently
The work speaks for itself. Lately I have been making pages with movement, atmosphere, and a strong sense of place.
The mountains belong here because they are part of how I think. I do not want a life where all my time disappears into syntax.
Why This Matters
Ada Lovelace asked what machines could be made to do. Alan Turing asked whether machines could think. Between those two questions is the space where human and machine begin to work together. That is where posthuman authorship begins.
My pages are not made by isolated genius. They are made by choices, tools, revisions, and thought shared across human and machine. That is not lesser. It is honest.
Remix matters because transformation matters. Taking what exists and making it your own is still authorship.
Women Who Build Do Not Owe Anyone Purity
One of the worst myths in coding is that only the hardest path is the real one. As if struggle itself is proof of worth.
I reject that. Using tools well is still skill. Reusing, adapting, and finishing the work still counts.
Is she still a real coder if she remixes, directs, transforms, and ships instead of making everything the hardest possible way?
Answer: yes.
What matters is whether the work holds thought, feeling, and purpose.
Mountains and Code
I would still rather spend three hours hiking than three hours proving I can do everything from scratch. The mountains give me perspective. They clear my head. They remind me that life is bigger than the screen.
That is part of why Ada Lovelace matters to me. She reminds me that saving time and energy is not laziness. It is a way of protecting a life.
Code as Shared Knowledge
Code is shared. Patterns are shared. Snippets are shared. That is how people actually learn and build. Most good work grows from what others made possible first.
The myth of the lone coder is less useful than the truth.
What I’m Actually Good At
Good at: mood, structure, feeling, composition, and knowing when a page is alive.
Decent at: finding solutions, reshaping code, and building fast from fragments.
Still learning: cleaner structure and deeper technical detail.
That does not weaken the work. It explains the work.
The Point
Efficiency is not laziness. It is making room for what matters.
Ada Lovelace believed machines could take over repetitive work. I use tools in that same spirit: so I can build, think, hike, and still have something left of myself at the end.
I am not here to prove I invented the wheel. I am here to make something beautiful with it.
Ada did not worship pointless difficulty. Neither do I.