At forty-six, my knees sound like velcro and my training finally makes sense. A reflection on lifting, mortality, and the one system I'll be maintaining longer than any codebase I'll ever ship.
The Stack That Accumulated
Every stack I've shipped on taught me something the next one inherited. From Turbo Pascal to foliokit, this is how the stack under this blog came to be — and why it's the first one I've stopped bracing against.
Named For Myself. Built For No One.
Twelve years of restarting the same personal website. A library named after my high school nickname. The moment I admitted I'd been publishing my notebook and calling it a product.
