A small letter to my future, less anxious self
Things I wish I had told myself when the inbox first hit four digits.
Self-hosting a recursive resolver is petty, useful, and mildly therapeutic.
Things I wish I had told myself when the inbox first hit four digits.
Most fine-tunes I have shipped were a worse version of a better prompt.
A short, opinionated defense of cooking from one starchy puddle.
Six lines, transcribed, no commentary, just the lines.
CRDTs grew up while we weren't looking. Notes on a working setup.
Reading the Meditations slowly, in the same chair, before the inbox.
Most evals measure the wrong thing — quietly, expensively, for years.
An hour, low oil, low heat, then everything tastes better for a week.
I keep doing this every two years and I keep not finishing.