Last year I went to Stinson Beach for a year-delayed reception for a pandemic wedding. Guy who rented the venue accidentally double-booked and all he could figure out was... his place in Mill Valley. The redwoods infected my default process

Improving Shell packaging in the Nix ecosystem. Looking for the seams. I code/write/edit/read and give a fuck as a service. 

Like, I think of myself as having been a few different people already? One was some kid who did god-knows what. Another was a poet and editor. Another is a programmer. But the odds that the next one will just end up sitting under the redwoods are a lot higher than I would've guessed in 2020.