blog — random memories

AI is the most fun I've had building in years, and most of what people do with it makes me want to log off. Both are true.

At almost 42, I realised that being angry at everything is the quiet engine behind most of what I do.

Why do I even bother with a blog in the algorithmic era? Because I want to remember, and to safeguard my own little shard of the old internet.

An alignment matrix for understanding workplace friction through four archetypes: Mountain, River, Glacier, and Mist.

A childhood friend sends a mysterious .RAR file. Inside: a Dragon Ball fan-site we built in 2001 that I had completely forgotten about.

How a random LinkedIn message from a stranger changed my career and slowly turned into a friendship. No neat moral — just a precious memory.

On going back to World of Warcraft after a decade and realizing it was never about the game — I didn't miss Azeroth, I missed who I was back then.

A memory from Gambleriada 1998, Gambler magazine's gaming convention — a mug, a book, an autograph hunt, and one security guard in the way.