A half-dachshund, half-Jack Russell who came as our son’s birthday gift and chose my wife instead. Seven years in, she still growls when I carry her where she already wants to be.
The Blanket
Cardboard
A man with a cardboard sign at a red light, two dollars, and the questions that follow you down the road. The old story about the son who left, told from the top of the last hill.
Three Legs, One Stool
A lead data engineer once called me a politician. Lencioni's framework says the politician and the ideal team player can look identical on a Tuesday — the difference is what the people-smarts are for. Whether I'm one or the other is the leg I can't check myself.
The False Scream
AI-generated rock tracks have a tell — a big throaty scream at the top, every time, whether the song earns it or not. The machine knows what rock looks like. It has no idea why. That's not a music problem.
To Miami and Back
A man in the Florida panhandle once drove to Miami and back with a tape recorder and mailed himself a course. Friday I've got five hours to Texas and a phone.
