You smile for them. The mask holds. Your truth stays buried and so you continue. You walk past me, handing your insecurities to others like offerings, tried to climb through me, fed them lies like currency, made your moves in boardrooms and hallways, and still, nothing shifted. But behind closed…
I enjoyed the monolithic application life. Everything in one place. Gulp files grouping and compiling assets in the same location where my backend dependencies were managed. HTML templates with Backbone.js and Mustache in another directory. Entity mappings right next to the authentication service. Deployment was easy. One platform, replaces…
Interstellar didn't help. The universe stays unknowable and I've stopped asking it to be otherwise. Vast doesn't begin. Complex insults it. Somewhere out there something moves that has never needed a name. I don't need to know how. I don't…
I color outside the lines. It's always been this way. I never understood why other people's lines were something I had to follow. Society said X. I just did Y. Two weeks into my LDS mission in 2000, my mission president told me I was unorthodox.…
You'll learn this. Not when I move—when you realize I haven't. The watching is the wound.…
SaaS with "Book a Demo" instead of pricing is worse than used car salesmen. At least the dealer lets me test drive it. And I know the price walking in. Yes, I get it. Pricing is complicated. Value-based. Depends on seats, usage, integrations, the phase of the moon,…
If you picked sides from a rumor of lies, you gotta stay there when the truth comes out. My wife read this out loud and giggled.…
You've spent years staring at codebases where every layer speaks a different dialect of failure. This service returns a boolean. That one throws. The other returns negative one because someone in 2014 thought that was clever. Your repository returns null. Your controller catches something, maybe, and logs it…
1 Wife, 4 Kids, 3 Dogs, 6 Chickens, 1 Cat, 1 Cow (soon), 45 Black Shirts, 2 Pairs Of Red Wing Boots, 6 SF Giants Hats, 2988493 Empty Liquid Death Cans. I grew up in an open home. Talk about anything, anytime. I didn't. Who wants to discuss…
There's something about this band that will forever pull me back to the 90s when I discovered them. I don't understand how each album managed to capture exactly how my life felt at the time of release. One of the underlying themes across their catalog, when…