Journal

171 entries under "thought"

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Spreadsheets are like functions with built-in visualization of meaningful inputs and outputs.

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

What incentivizes a business to treat existing customers better than new ones?

Monday, March 25, 2024

Profound difference in approach between recreating something familiar and the curiosity of relating to where you currently are.

Who does it serve when an economy costs you more and more over time?

Money is not timeless.

Sunday, March 24, 2024

A great way to solve problems to not have them.

The more we need to represent our own interests (because ‘representatives’ won’t), the more power decentralizes.

Friday, March 22, 2024

Language compresses thoughts into a lossy format, like blurry images.

It’s okay to want what you want, even if you don’t know why.

Thursday, March 21, 2024

I’d rather be uncorrupted ’like a child’ than detached from my essence ’like an adult'.

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Protocols will not make data fluid and interoperable without people talking to each other and making it happen.

Monday, March 18, 2024

Typing in 2FA codes is a mistake regardless of how elegantly designed the form is.

Follow what feels fun instead of clever ideas.

Sunday, March 17, 2024

Avoid social structures that use a calculator.

Friday, March 15, 2024

There are no leftist startups.

Thursday, March 14, 2024

If schemas are like language then they’re also better negotiated through common usage.

Indigenous people don’t destroy land. People who love land don’t destroy it.

Chronically making excuses is a missed opportunity to develop resilience through adapting to diverse circumstances.

Monday, March 11, 2024

Is it just my ignorance or is most ‘representative democracy’ actually not so?

Sunday, March 10, 2024

One of the coolest things I’ve been told about jazz is that the better you are as a player, the better experts sound. I’ve been called a talented musician but I am absolutely, unabashedly ecstatic to hear music that I can barely understand what’s happening. The piano and that sax solo mostly sound like random chaos and it excites me to know there’s structure and intent and beauty in there, waiting to be understood by the skill I have yet to achieve.