07 — Really About Me
Still here?
Thank you. From the heart.
Not the little heart icon.
You can't leave a like here.
But perhaps you can leave a little bit of your heart.
The real one.
Because you are a real human.
Not a plausible one.
Real.
Every ten years, apparently, I need a new bad idea.
Around 30 — snowboard.
Around 40 — motorcycle.
Around 50 — sub-3 marathon.
Around 60 — apparently, content creator.
05 — A Short Personal Arc
Experience matters only if it doesn’t stop you learning again.
1980s — Started programming, because a machine that followed instructions was too interesting to ignore.
Later — Moved through several generations of technology, from small companies to large consulting environments.
Around 50 — Began running marathons; went from a first 3:24 to 2:57 by observing, modelling, experimenting, measuring and adapting.
Now — Building with AI while thinking more carefully about the human work that machines should never replace.
Missing Man.
When I left a long project, I posted the missing-man formation from Goose's funeral. At night. Then I left the chat. I wanted the image to be the first thing they saw the next morning.
Original Missing Man GIF — to be added.
I learned what the missing-man formation meant afterwards. I just knew it was the image I wanted.
I did it my way.
Mortadella pizza needs lemon zest.
The acidity cuts through the fat.
Zest only.
Scratch into the pith and it turns bitter.
Change a small detail, and the meaning of the whole changes.
And yes, I tried it.
I loved it.
And no, the internet didn’t tell me to.
WAIT WAIT WAIT
I said it often enough that two teammates put it on a T-shirt.
The actual T-shirt belongs here.
The nonnino
The grandpa runs so fast that when he looks behind him, he sees the avant-garde approaching.
The book
One day I’d like to write a book.
Something that can speak when I’m not there to over-explain it.
Preferably while I’m still around to complain about the reviews.
The dreams hunter runs free.
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