In the playa, looking west at the city. Hello world. I’m writing this on the heels of a week out in the desert at Burning Man: fully offline and thoroughly dusty. In the days since Savannah and I have returned to Boulder, we’ve been unpacking, cleaning, and de-muddifying all our stuff. Simultaneously I’ve been sorting through my thoughts and experiences, processing everything that I did and saw out there - and there’s a lot!

A bit late, but better late than never. A collection of journal excerpts and photos from a wonderful year. I concluded my nomad journey and settled into a new city. Made new friends, fell in love, and built awesome things with incredible friends. Read thoroughly or skim casually; I’m just grateful you’re here and I’m grateful to everyone who made this a beautiful year of discovery and adventure. If there’s one thing I’ve learned this year, it’s the power of establishing rituals and how seemingly-insignificant actions can compound and blossom over time.

The last time we played this game, I was astonished at how fun and generative it was. I believe the reasons for that came down to: just enough constraints. we had to split things into content, and metadata. and get it published on a markdown 11ty site. the rest was up to each of us. so we took it in different directions; wherever felt most alive to each of us

6 weeks near Silver Strand Beach, Coronado, CA thanks to Savannah for inspo and reflections Some time ago I wrote about my intentions to live with friends in nature to satisfy my desire for community, access to outdoors, and convenience. I wrote it from my childhood bedroom during quarantine amidst the California summer fires. Partly as a result of that post and some luck, my experiment ran its course (aug - nov 2022 in San Diego - thanks Vicki and Parth!

📍 writing indoors from Boulder, CO Chautauqua Park, Boulder, CO We’ve officially entered winter. There’s snow piling up outside, I’m drinking hot chocolate again, and going outdoors is a bit like going into outer space. Though living in New York did expose me to snow, it was urban snow, where the subway never needs to defrost and the heat island effect takes care of much of the rest. It’s different here.