This side of the site holds both professional and personal writing. The labels matter. Some pieces are about software, solo development, and the operating layer behind the work. Others are memoir pieces and stories that belong to the same life but a different mode.
An American rides a Honda 750 from San Francisco to Brazil. He calls from prison.
A borrowed canoe, a Missouri River island, and a friend of fifty years.
Three wagons, thirteen people, the Bee Trace, and a broken axle.
FindaGrave blocks bots. There is no API. What works is simpler: copy, paste, ask.
Door-to-beach elapsed time beats maps, photos, and price per square meter. Why Ilhéus beats Santos on a bad Friday.
On Pontal, Ilhéus, and the 15-minute neighborhood that didn't need urban planners.
On building with AIs that don't know each other exists.
Fifteen days after launch, the loop closed.
A fighter, a diplomat, a revolver, and a birthday dinner at the Lake of the Ozarks.
On platform fees, Graeber, Taleb, and what a middleman actually owes you.
A guide to the agentic age for people whose intellectual peer group has thinned out. The first skill is copy/paste.
How I got from twenty years of files on three systems to a practice that actually works. It was not a straight line.
What solo development actually requires once the demo exists: memory, issues, deploys, credentials, and a working layer that reduces context switching.
Three days after moving into a house north of Columbia, it caught fire. That was only the first problem.
The writing and the prototype work are related, but they are not the same genre. Keeping them on one site makes sense. Labeling them clearly matters just as much.
Software essays explain how I think and work. Memoir pieces explain the longer arc behind that work. Both belong here.