When Julian Assange was working on a deniable encryption program (originally named Proffs), it seems he spent a good deal of thought coming up with its name. This is account of that process. I had no idea he was such a fun writer.
It seems he wanted a mythological name to attach to it, something associated with a guardian. His journey takes us through Greek, Roman, Zen Buddhist, Sumarian, and (briefly) Nordic mythology.
It is filled with such insights as this about Sigmund Freud:
You had to hand it to Sigmund. He was nothing if not authoritative, and after reading his inspiring words on the terrific serpent haired woman, two things became clear to me. One, Proffs and the Gorgon had certain unresolved metaphorical incompatibilities and two, Sigmund was clinically insane. I didn't want my software giving anyone a castration complex, but I didn't want to give up snorting coke either.
Makes for fabulous Sunday reading!
I had no idea this side of Assange existed, witty, self aware, and surprisingly literary.
That excerpt is comedy gold