Friday I get on a plane, and for the first time in two and a half years I'm going somewhere with nothing to do. I want to be precise about that, because I've taken time off. Plenty of it. Days with family, weeks around the house. But those weeks still had a kitchen in them, … Continue reading What I’m Taking
Christmas of 1997 I asked my parents for a guitar, and they got me one. I was halfway through my sophomore year, home for the break. I opened the box and I was genuinely thrilled — right up until I got my hands on the neck. It was a beginner's three-quarter model, and my hands … Continue reading The Wall
My voice dropped when I was thirteen and it dropped all the way. There was a girl named Misty I'd met at camp. Louisiana, thick bayou accent, and we were friends — not dating, nothing like that, just a long-distance friend I thought was about the coolest person I knew. I called her house one … Continue reading A Grown Man On The Phone
My wife and I met at a church where the preaching was worth showing up for. It was a place where scripture was treated as something you could work through — where God was rational and supernatural at the same time and nobody made you choose. The community was real. We were known there. That's … Continue reading Running On Fumes
This week I spent fifteen minutes finding a bug. Records were dropping out of a data pipeline somewhere between where they started and where they were supposed to land, and nobody could say where. Finding it meant tracing the path through somewhere between twelve and fifteen thousand lines of code. I could do that by … Continue reading Left Click Or Right Click
