Springfield MO US
The Warden of the Warren.
This little corner of my website is where I collect things from the everyday goings-on in my life. It’s a chronicle, exhibit, and junk-drawer all at once. I have not had a social media profile in quite a few years now, so this part of my website fills a similiar purpose to what those places did for me in years past.
The Warden of the Warren.
I have really enjoyed getting into Elixir again and having the BEAM virtual machine available.
I’ve settled into a “bachelor” meal that I like to make when the kids are at their mother’s house on the weekend: farinata and a cold beer. I got the batter put together for dinner this evening. It only takes a few minutes to do; I just have to remember to do it early so it has enough time to sit all day.
I had a no-judgment realization today that I spend far more time planning to write or building tools to help with writing than I do any actual writing.
I am having dinner with my parents this evening. I didn’t realize that sushi places had an early bird special.
A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.
The unreasonable effectiveness of simple HTML
I try to remember this woman and her PlayStation Portable every time I read about a new whiz-bang browser feature.
Fireflies are one of my favorite things about living here, and I have not yet taken the time this summer to be outside in the late evening just to enjoy them. This changes now.
The house is just about in order this morning… just in time for the chaos to arrive again.
Things are blooming here at the Warren.
Losing my job last month has certainly upped the stress level around here, especially given that I am still in the middle of going through a divorce. I must say, though, I’m quite content to no longer be working for a billionaire.
I think I’d forgotten how much of a joy it is to wake up early and hack on my website a bit before starting the rest of my day.
I am falling asleep in front of the television before the sun sets, like an old man, these days.
Nobody Gets Promoted for Simplicity
…pay attention to what you celebrate publicly. If every shout-out in your team channel is for the big, complex project, that’s what people will optimize for.
I have really run out of steam when it comes to working on projects around the house. And there is still an endless list of things to do around here.
Trying to get a walk in before the rain starts back up.
An unease about where I fit into things is a thread you can follow throughout my entire time of making a living by doing things with computers. But I’m not sure I’ve ever had more questions about where I fit into all of it than I do now.
The busier and more packed-full the day before, the earlier my brain starts up, craving some space.
Distance means so little, when someone means so much.
A guy looking an awful lot like me traveled to Vermont to try the beer from this mythical brewery. It was one of those special culinary experiences that lived up to expectations, and because of that, I’ve held onto the bottles brought back from that trip for thirteen years. It’s time to let go of these bottles and, really, let that old life start to live only in memory.