Imagination is the Discovering Faculty, pre-eminently. It is that which penetrates into the unseen worlds around us, the worlds of Science.
Ada Lovelace

Stephanie Ye

web developer + writer = i talk to both computers and humans

About

My involvement in web development began when I was a teenager and ran a Les Misérables fan fiction website on Geocities, learning HTML and CSS from a book. From there I pursued my interest in writing: I started my career as a journalist at a daily broadsheet, then became a copywriter and editor.

But I continued to build websites, and now enjoy writing for computers as well as humans. Programming, to me, is an extension of writing: the skills I've honed as a writer and editor — user-oriented thinking, clear organisation of information, and great attention to detail — transfer seamlessly to my work as a programmer.

Of course, coding an app can feel less personal than writing copy for humans. Yet, I believe that programming is ultimately about connecting people to one another, with machines as our tools.

Skills

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Languages

JavaScript
(including jQuery and EJS)

CSS3 and Sass

HTML5

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Frontend

React
AngularJS
Create React Native
Vue.js
Bulma
Materialize

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Backend

Node.js
(including Express.js)

MongoDB
(including Mongoose)

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Tools & Methods

Agile
Ajax
Git and GitHub
Heroku
Nodemon
Webpack

Education

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Web Development Immersive

General Assembly
March-June 2018

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MA Creative Writing

The University of
East Anglia
2013-2014

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BA English Literature

The University of Chicago
2001-2005

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For a full work history, please see my LinkedIn profile.

Personal

Originally from Singapore, I have lived in Chicago, New York, Iowa City, Norwich and, now, London.

I am a fiction writer whose stories have been published in the UK, US, Australia, Singapore, Iceland and Germany (the latter two in translation). I am also Criticism Editor of the literary journal Quarterly Literary Review Singapore.

Kayaking combines my obligation to exercise with my love for the outdoors. I am a British Canoeing 2-star award holder paddling with Tower Hamlets Canoe Club.

I love cats! I am a highly rated cat sitter with catinaflat.com, and have two moggies of my own.

Portfolio

Photohaiku

May 2018

photohaiku.herokuapp.com

MERN stack app, 1-week individual project

This app produces an original haiku (a three-line poem of five, seven and five syllables) based on a user-submitted photo. I particularly enjoyed sorting the data from the Google Cloud Vision and Datamuse APIs into arrays, which I then used with my own templates to produce the haiku.

Built with: Node.js, Express.js, MongoDB, React, JavaScript, CSS with Bulma, HTML
3rd-party APIs: Filestack, Google Cloud Vision, Datamuse

View repository on GitHub

Britain By The Book

June 2018

britainbythebook.herokuapp.com

Vue.js hackathon, 2-day pair project

I worked with a classmate to produce this app in a two-day hackathon. Prior to this project, we had never used Vue.js. Britain By The Book is an app that allows users to record where in the UK their favourite books are set, using the Google Maps, Wikipedia and Pan Macmillan APIs.

Built with: Node.js, Express.js, MongoDB, Vue.js, JavaScript, CSS with Bulma, HTML
3rd-party APIs: Google Maps, Wikipedia, Pan Macmillan

View repository on GitHub

NeighbourGood

May 2018

neighbourgood.herokuapp.com

MEAN stack app, 1-week group project

With two classmates, I built a social networking site that enables users to get help and receive help from people living near them. I particularly handled the RESTful routes for the user and job models (including authentication, acceptance/rejection of applicants, and ratings), error handling and form validation.

Built with: Node.js, Express.js, MongoDB, Angular, JavaScript, CSS with Bulma, HTML
3rd-party APIs: Google Maps, Filestack

View repository on GitHub

Hello World!

April 2018

helloworldmap.herokuapp.com

Full-stack app, 1-week individual project

An app that allows users to pin on a map where they've travelled (in the style of TripAdvisor's much-missed Cities I've Visited app). My RESTful API lets users add, view, edit and delete the places they've visited, as well as leave comments on other people's entries. I also used the Google Maps API to get the coordinates of all the places and display them on a map.

Built with: Node.js, Express.js, MongoDB, EJS, JavaScript, CSS with Materialize, HTML
3rd-party APIs: Google Maps

View repository on GitHub

Literary Anagrams

March 2018

stephanieye.com/literary-anagrams/

Front-end game, 1-week individual project

This game combines my love of books and of puzzles. The player must unscramble a series of anagrams to reveal the titles of novels by British writers. There is also a two-player option. The player has 60 seconds to complete each level.

Built with: JavaScript, CSS, HTML

View repository on GitHub

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To see all my personal projects, please go to my GitHub page.

All the background images on this website (and all the cat photos) were taken by me... My iPhone works hard.
For more, look me up on Instagram.

Writing


When I’m not writing code for computers, I can be found writing fiction for humans.

Here is my literary bio (written in poetic third person):

Stephanie Ye is a writer from Singapore, based in London. Her work has been staged as a dance performance in New York City, translated into German for an art exhibition in Berlin, and used as an O-level examination text in Singapore. Her short story chapbook, The Billion Shop, was published in 2012, and she edited the fiction anthology From The Belly Of The Cat in 2013. A graduate of the MA in Creative Writing programme at the University of East Anglia, she is also an honorary fellow in writing of the University of Iowa. When not writing for humans, she talks to computers in her day job as a web developer.


I’ve written a short story chapbook...


Book cover of The Billion Shop

The Billion Shop

Math Paper Press, 2012

This is a collection of four linked short stories, following three classmates who are physically from Singapore but psychologically all over the place. Here’s the story behind the title:

The Billion Shop was a shop near my office that sold paper money and other artefacts for ethnic Chinese people to burn as offerings to their dead. It no longer exists: Jixiang Traditional Foot Massage now stands in its place. I’m not one to lament change, and trust in Adam Smith’s invisible hand that the good people of Toa Payoh would rather please soles than appease souls. But I’m also sentimental: about places gone, loves lost, ideals overturned or, more often, outgrown. Consider these stories, then, as my own paper offerings to my dead.


...and edited a fiction anthology


From the Belly of the Cat

(editor) Math Paper Press, 2013

An anthology of cat-themed short stories mainly set in Singapore, conceptualised and edited by a crazy cat lady (me). Here is its most excellent blurb:

Writers and cats have long enjoyed a special affinity, unsurprisingly since both spend much time sitting around and judging people. Discover the Lion City through the eyes of its cats and their humans in From the Belly of the Cat, an anthology of fifteen feline tales by some of the city-state’s most exciting writers and notorious cat sympathisers.

For best results, read this book at home on the sofa on a rainy afternoon, with a cup of warm tea within reach, and a cat by your side.

Book cover of From the Belly of the Cat

Some of my stories are online...


Chanel at the Bottom of the Ocean

The Brooklyn Rail, February 2017; originally published in the anthology Sayang (Math Paper Press for the Singapore Writers Festival, 2016)

The real-world inspiration might seem obvious, but this story really started out as a tribute to the self-named.

Some time passes, and the flight attendant is now 7,632m under the sea, at the bottom of the Indian Ocean. Down here, the water is zero deg C, but all the salt keeps its molecules from knitting into ice. She rests on ground that has never been dry; pressing down upon her is layer upon layer of ocean. These environmental conditions, hostile to the development of life, are helpful in preserving her flesh, its fatty tissues transmuted to inert wax.

Meat Bone Tea

Weidenfeld & Nicolson blog, August 2014; reprinted in the anthology UNION: 15 Years of Drunken Boat, 50 Years of Writing From Singapore (ed. Alvin Pang and Ravi Shankar, Ethos Books, 2015); reprinted in the anthology Best New Singaporean Short Stories, Volume 2 (ed. Jason Erik Lundberg, Epigram Books, 2015)

This story is special to me for three reasons:
1. It incorporates my fascination with airports;
2. It incorporates my terror of small talk;
3. It incorporates poorly disguised Nine Inch Nails lyrics.
The title refers to a delicious Singaporean dish, a peppery pork soup.

The engineer’s plane is passing over the Bay of Bengal as Emma’s train emerges from the ground at Kallang. They are on the dark side of the planet and when each looks out the window they see a blurred face against the emptiness of the universe.

Foreign Land

Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, April 2013

This is a real short story at a little more than a thousand words. It involves mammals and a beach.

The village by the sea was in a foreign land. By foreign land, I don’t mean just any land other than the one that issued my passport. This land was one I had absolutely no links to, neither by birth nor ancestry, history nor economy, literature nor language. That was precisely why I had decided to go there for my vacation.

Seascrapers

Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, October 2011; reprinted in the anthology Best New Singaporean Short Stories, Volume 1 (ed. Jason Erik Lundberg, Epigram Books, 2013); reprinted in the anthology Passages: Stories Of Unspoken Journeys (ed. Yong Shu Hoong, Ethos Books, 2013)

An estranged couple are drawn back together when one of them suffers from amnesia. Commissioned under the PasSAGES project of the Singapore Writers Festival 2011.

She wakes at dawn and watches his face. She imagines the dreams rippling beneath the calm, stark planes. Dreams are what help perpetuate memory, she remembers, or misremembers, reading once, subsurface currents that weave through and animate the detritus floating in the ocean of the mind.

Cardiff

Mascara Literary Review (Australia), October 2010

A schoolboy and a schoolteacher are drawn together by the need to escape.

You can’t find the words to unravel the knot of emotions suddenly swelling in your chest. This feeling of cosmic and cruel injustice, that of all the random places in all the world to be from, you had to be from here. This place so tiny. Insignificant. Unsophisticated. Hot. Except when it rains.

City in C Minor

Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, July 2010; reprinted in the anthology Here and Beyond: 12 Stories (ed. Cyril Wong, Ethos Books, 2014)

An advertisement for a world-famous cellist’s concert starts a young girl on a journey to a world so unlike her father’s.

Years into the future, having earned enough of her own money to visit Europe and even attend a few concerts there, she would realise how the plaster pilasters of this British colonial-era building, their carvings indistinct under sloppily-applied layers of whitewash, were but crude simulacra of the architecture they were meant to resemble half a world away.

The Trader

Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, January 2008

A young man trades his way up Wall Street in the late 1980s.

And Mark could see all those tiny figures, all in black, that hurried out of the ground, along the streets, and into these buildings, streams of people becoming stacks of people becoming a buzz of voices that would pour through phone lines, lines that connected the skyscrapers of this city, and of cities all over the world, in an invisible yet all-engulfing web.


...and some of my stories are only in print


The Portcullis

Here Now There After (An anthology ed. Yong Shu Hoong, published by Marshall Cavendish Editions, Singapore), 2017

A story borne of my fascination with the Barbican Centre…

One afternoon in early December, as the sun was setting, I was reading in my room and gazed out of the window to rest my eyes, when I saw the grey concrete bridge. I was surprised I had never noticed it before, but then it blended so well into its surroundings and only caught my eye because of a trick of the waning light.

After the Fire

Esquire Singapore, March 2013

How the dearly departed enjoy the paper houses and other material trappings we burn for them to use in the afterlife.

We live in a neighbourhood of mansions. Palatial residences with hundreds of rooms. Swimming pools, jacuzzis, tennis courts, golf courses, stables (complete with horses), movie theatres, garages full of cars (all German marques, of course). And everything cared for by servants who do not complain, do not tire and do not age. Welcome to Chinese Hell.

The Story of the Kiss

Fish Eats Lion (An anthology ed. Jason Erik Lundberg, published by Math Paper Press, Singapore), 2012

An old woman meets someone special.

The old woman sits in the café. Her coffee cup is warm against her palms as she looks out the window at a world white with rain. Someone sits in the chair across from her, and she turns and sees that it is her long-lost love.

The Billion Shop

Southeast Asian Review of English, No. 50 (A journal published by The University of Malaya, Malaysia), 2012

An undergraduate attends the funeral of an ex-classmate killed during national service, Singapore’s compulsory military stint for male citizens.

This remark about the unpeaceful expression, prompted by my saying that I would go view the body now, was actually the first time anyone had referred to JJ since my arrival.

Astoria

Coast (An anthology ed. Daren Shiau and Lee Wei Fen, published by Math Paper Press, Singapore), 2011; reprinted in the catalogue of Die Vermessung Deiner Wohnung: Singapur Unheimlich/The Measure of Your Dwelling: Singapore as Unhomed art exhibition at Galerie Berlin, Institut für Auslandsbeziehungen, 2015 (in German translation by Thomas Manhart)

A woman visits an old school friend living in a quiet seaside town on the west coast of America. It ends up being a life-and-death affair.

Back in primary school, I had a classmate who told me that when I died, my soul would float eternally on the surface of the sea.

(And some of my stories have not been published yet... but I like them all the same.)

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Built by Stephanie Ye, 2018