150,000 miles. Malibu, CA.
Small fragments. Things I read, heard, or couldn't stop thinking about. These are too short for essays but too good to lose. Sort of like commonplace book meets tumblelog.
524 bits, and counting.
An OAuth relationship between companies does not imply a trust network for consumers.
Outside LACMA. Los Angeles, CA.
Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness is one of the best album intros. Love the contrast with "Tonight, Tonight."
At the summit. Topanga, CA.
Watching the sun fall below the horizon. Santa Monica, CA.
Listening to Brian Eno's ambient projects while staring down from 30k feet is always a mesmerizing experience. Wish jet engines didn't roar.
AIM profiles were the jam. Miss those things.
If I ever write another garbage collector, I'll be sure to call it Shiva.
Even after all these years, the back half of Abbey Road continues to inspire. I think it's the shining example of gapless playback.
(What's the Story) Morning Glory? turns 20 next year. Probably my favorite thing to come out from the UK in the 90s. That and Jamiroquai.
Chuck E. Cheese is basically a casino for kids.
Brunch. Culver City, CA.
Tomorrow doesn't wait for the man who designs it.
Artisanal interfaces at Prevoty HQ.
Sometimes, I can't tell if I'm looking at a CPU usage graph or a Bitcoin price chart.
Flying over Southern California on the way to SFO.
An early morning flight from LAX to the Bay.
When I am in a foul mood, I have a surefire way to improve my outlook — I build something.
Hiroto Nakanishi is an amazing craftsman. Vessels, not vases.