Well, it's finally happened: my daily work routine revolves around prompting Claude. I can't say that I'm sad about this development actually, even though I dislike the general invasion of AI into all aspects of computing. What I do want to reflect on right now is two things: the nature …

A take-down computer desk for the upcoming home computer setup.

Lindsay Graham has died, and I'm celebrating.

There are imperfections in the facade.

I had the fortune of "previewing" rural life before actually committing to it by spending almost half my time for two years up in West Point before moving there. Even so, I discovered a number of realities of living in a rural place for which I had incorrect assumptions.

When I was younger I hated writing. I was bad at it in every way: I could not organize my thoughts. I lacked the vocabulary. I had nothing to say. And yet, as of late, I find an urge to write. Not for any particular reason, but it seems like …

Nothing like watching a Jimmy struggling in the mud to make a hard left and having to back up.

Claude is quite stunning.

My dog got a foxtail under his eyelid.

Last year, we decided we needed a second printer. Here is an overly dramatized account of what happened.