The Next Creative Team
Got laid off this morning. The AI-augmented design process I was building is what every creative team needs next — and I'm available to build it.
I've Never Trusted Fast.
AI is the best scale anyone has ever built. But it's still a scale.
I'm Building A Network I Can't Explain
It's cheap enough that you never hit that moment where you have to justify spending $200 on anything. You just keep ordering more tiny boxes.
Is it live or is it Memorex?
Voice memos have always captured my unfiltered thoughts. Now I'm embracing new tools that help transform that audio chaos into structured writing without sacrificing authenticity. This isn't about sanitizing my voice—it's about accepting that the creative mess and the polished result can coexist.
The storm cleared the static for me.
Kansas City storms revealed how emergency weather radio nets transform from dorky rituals to vital systems when severe weather hits. From Oklahoma tornado sirens to scanner traffic, I've found myself drawn to amateur radio and storm spotting, contemplating the leap from observer to participant.
Here's something I wasn't ready for on a Friday morning.
Pretend I'm your therapist. What issues are plaguing you? I genuinely want to be here for you.
I don’t know what i’m doing but it’s working.
Cobbled together a radio station with eBay leftovers and curiosity. Didn’t expect much. Got disco pirates, weather loops, and the occasional existential crisis. Honestly? Not a bad trade.
Well, Hell.
I was trying to figure out how to make my blog not be only about my problems, but then—well—one more post about my problems.
I've Been Tested
A heady mix of time alone to think, the slow creep of age, lingering anxiety about what the stroke may have left behind, and some of the best therapy I’ve ever had has cast a sharper light on things I used to brush off.
Stroke Update
Stroke’s done, heart’s ticking, just waiting to see if I get a tune-up in March.
A Long-Overdue Check-In
Burnout, dread, and the sense that everything’s unraveling—caught between panic, paralysis, and yelling at Cybertrucks.
A Happy Place
I dismissed the idea of a 'happy place' for years — too smug, too Etsy, too beach-vacation-brag. Then I drove through the gate of a Scout camp on a spring afternoon and felt my blood pressure drop. Turns out I had one all along."