Meteorology isn't astrology. Astrology is pattern-matching on vibes with zero feedback loop. Growing up, I never understood why there was a weather channel or weather section in the news. Why on earth does anyone care what the weather MIGHT be like? It either is or isn't,…
The long story of combining two companies through an acquisition, from a technical perspective, in a little over 5 months. TLDR 2 completely different companies (GETOUTPASS and POGOPASS), were combined into 1 (GETOUT). We sunset 2 legacy platforms, migrated over 350k+ active members (representing over 1M active family pass holders)…
2024 was the year everyone discovered they could ship software without knowing how to write it. Vibe coding. Cursor. Copilot. Claude doing the heavy lifting while humans provided the vibes. 500,000 apps submitted to Apple's App Store last year. Most in over a decade. Not because we…
This movie, was absolutely incredible. Sure, it was made by the same people as the Martian and had that same vibe, similar to fury - the entire film takes place in the same "location" and is survival based. This was extremely emotional, compelling, and made me think deep…
I've decided to become a Thought Leader. First thing you do is start every post with "Unpopular opinion." Doesn't matter that 47,000 people posted the same take this week. That's what makes it unpopular. The popularity. Then you need a framework.…
I think about death often. Not the rot. Not the ritual. The way it sits in the room while you're laughing. The smiles you make. The pain you carry. The color of your car. The song you can't stop playing. None of it goes with you.…
I'd rather be rejected for what I actually am than accepted for a performance I have to maintain forever. I'm not smooth. I don't want to be. I don't code-switch for boardrooms. I don't soften my opinions so they go…
The real you, gets you hated. The open heart, gets you hurt. The extended hand, gets you killed. And still, your enemies remain the same. Your friends always change. The mercy of hatred— it never pretends to be anything else.…
And that's something I'll never ever ever do again. Kriss Kross. I dressed up as them, and walked to my friend's house for his Halloween party, circa 1992. Maybe 1993. Fourth or fifth grade, the years blur. I knew every lyric, and sang them…
There's a game I play in my head sometimes. Let's call it "The Hunt for Red October." Anxiety hits and I go full submarine warfare. Red alarms. All hands on deck. I'm running through every IF/ELSE statement in my brain like…