Software engineer writing about work, technology, and building a life beyond employment.
One engineer's honest attempt to build a life beyond employment, documented as it happens.
My mother was twelve the day her father came home from the United States. He looked at the circle of children in the street and asked which one was his. It took her years to learn why he never came, and I'm still finding out the rest.
Our youngest son spent his first night in his college dorm, half an hour from home. The house got quiet, a payment application stalled, and at work the AI tools got good enough to change how I write code.
The barista said a DJ was coming at five. By four the stage was still empty, a regional band was playing to people who came for coffee, and I was sitting there with a cold cup thinking about a pipeline I built that writes code better than I expected it to.
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