We'd been praying for rain for months. When it finally came, I spent my whole commute complaining about it.
The Rain I Asked For
More Muscle Than Magic
For years I sat in coffee shops waiting for the muse, and it showed up every time. That's when I realized it was never the muse.
Private Practice
Anthropic now prohibits sustained, needless cruelty toward Claude. The bigger question isn't what the AI feels. It's what the person typing is practicing.
Date Created
I spent nearly twenty years preaching metadata discipline. Then I loaded my own family photos into one place and found a decade of dates that lie.
The Step in Front of You
Brushed off at nineteen, stuck in a smoke-filled office, and a cancer diagnosis that came back. What got me through all three was the same thing: the step in front of me.
