An hour to travel two kilometres
It once took me AN HOUR to get from the campus to the N1. A WHOPPING two kilometres. Ten years of commuting taught me what developers should actually be judged on.
read →The blog
Notes from the workshop
Tech, business, making and the occasional life lesson.
Proper prep prevents poor performance
I resprayed my Daytona's second hand race bodywork with R350 of rattle cans and a bucket of hot water. Years later, just before an eight hour race, I found the cracks, and the shortcut the previous owner had taken.
read →My AI disclosure
On one side the AI Zealots sipping macchiatos by the pool while the agents work. On the other, people loudly against the whole thing. I'm in the middle, getting on with it. Here's exactly where AI is in my work and my life, and at the end, this same post the way Claude would have written it.
read →Proudly part of the unwashed masses
A degree, a job title, a postcode. None of them tell you what a person is actually worth. A contentious one, this.
read →Unpacking FlexHealth
In 2024 my blood work was a full dashboard of blinking red warning lights, and every app I tried assumed a smartwatch, a lab API and permanent signal. So I hit it Warren Style and built the thing I needed. Soon has arrived: time to unpack it.
read →Start with one window
The Broken Windows Theory says neglect invites more neglect. I've been running it in reverse, fixing one small window at a time, in my health and my business. This site is one of them.
read →Eight years, and the business finally dresses like its founder
Eight years ago I registered a company. This month I shipped it a nervous system. Here's the whole story between those two sentences, receipts and wobbles included.
read →The thing that feels like losing
At one in the morning, holding a client's system together with hope and if-statements, it does not feel like winning. It took me years to see that the thing that feels like losing is the entire reason a small shop wins.
read →Four days from no gear to lane splitting
I bought my first big bike with no gear, not even a helmet. Four days later I was lane splitting Friday morning traffic on the highway. Sensible? No. True story? Every word.
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