Bits

It's a letter, a last one, addressed to an oldest son. If you're reading this, everything went wrong, and here's what you have to do. The end is the sound of a father standing behind his son.

— Josh Homme

Really enjoying Perfecth by Queens of the Stone Age, and the closer is so good. Turns out it's Dave Grohl on drums, mostly recorded during the Like Clockwork era.

Loving Dopamine Chamber by Fontaines D.C. It's going to be on repeat for me all fall.

I made three iOS games for the family and submitted them for beta review. Now we play the waiting game. I'll write more about it later, but it's wild how we can prototype a game as a family and bring it to life in hours.

Tangent: fifteen years since I last logged in, and App Store Connect is still a rough experience.

A rainy morning in Seattle and I've got The National on while working through PRs.

I was with a group of college students from the University of Washington when one of them asked what it's like leading Product right now. I don't have a single answer. I have a handful of mental models, and this is one of them.

Jeff Bezos liked to say it's always Day 1. AI made that literal for me. Every morning I wake up with tools that can build almost anything I can describe. So does every competitor, every startup, and every kid with a laptop. A few of them were sitting in that room.

The ground can shift in a week. This is the new normal when you live on the exponential. So I try to stay hungry, stay on my toes, and keep making things.

Tomorrow is Day 1 too.

The Neo75 finally arrived tonight, and I loaded it up with Nixie switches. The keycaps are simple placeholders I'll probably swap out. So far, I love how creamy the whole setup sounds. Mods this weekend to dial it in.

I'm excited for these guys to cover something from Reality Awaits.

Fifty-plus unplanned miles of cycling this weekend. Have mercy on me this week, F5 Tower stairs.