Essays on AI, community, language, bureaucracy. Things I needed to say badly enough to write them down.
The work that doesn't have an invoice. Noisebridge, Kay McNulty's legacy, HOPE X, and the art that only exists because people showed up.
A collaborative writing game. Surrealist tradition, slightly broken on purpose.
Source code, side projects, and the occasional thing that accidentally became a real tool.
Longer thoughts. Less frequent. Worth the wait, I think.
The old site. A retro terminal with a fake filesystem, games, and a Strong Bad reference. It deserved a second life.
Live dashboard for Noisebridge — streaming radio, pluggable widgets, and enough blinking lights to feel like you're in a Ridley Scott film.
A rotary phone carved from solid agate. Dial any three numbers. A voice asks for your death day. You receive a California Zodiac of Death — printed on thermal receipt paper, yours to keep.
A Rock Band 3 keytar, cut loose from the game and turned into a real wireless MIDI instrument. Play the right chord and coffee appears. Play the wrong one and the lights go red. That part is up to you.
144 questions, 9 types, one result. A free implementation of the Riso-Hudson Enneagram Type Indicator.
A Python library for the biomedical literature. Because researchers deserve programmatic access to the scientific record without losing their minds.
Ríomh — Irish: to weave, to compute, to narrate. My grandmother was one of the ENIAC Six. This is that story.
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