A Perfect Day, Almost
We flew to New York to see our kids. I worked from the hotel room. They worked too. On the one free day, my wife and I drove to Montauk and lived the life I keep writing about. It was almost perfect.
The Thing Itself
I like the building part. Not the meetings about the building. Not the planning of the building. The building.
The Life That's Already Here
I write a weekly essay about building toward independence, and right now I'm not building much. I'm working, I'm traveling, I'm living. But the Vancouver weekend reminded me that a lot of what I'm building toward is already happening.
I Signed Up for a Company Hackathon
Somewhere between writing about building my way out, I signed up for a company hackathon. The contradiction isn't lost on me.
Twenty-Eight Signups from a Story, Not a Launch
I Built It. Nobody Came.
I shipped a real product. It works. I use it every day. And when I launched it to the world, the world didn't notice.