Writing this from Orania Hotel in Berlin, sipping a negroni and doing a little people-watching as people ride, walk, scoot, and drive past the floor to ceiling windows. It’s a nice hotel, fancier than I could justify booking for just myself - perhaps for when Savannah and I visit together next time. I’m the last non-Berliner here after a Glif offsite; finishing off a good 4 days together. It’s been some time since my last patch notes.

I went on an amazing hike a few months back. Instead of an album or a post about it, I made a multimedia presentation combining the photos, GPS data, and captions from my hiking group. Thank you Lauren, Gary, and Maggie for your multimedia contributions. Special thanks to Gary and Savannah for numerous points of advice, design critiques, and some good old fashioned “JUST SHIP IT ALREADY” energy. And a shoutout to CJ for opening up this thread some years back and inspiring me.

A month ago, eagerly test running my new smoker, I overestimated my abilities, underestimated the darkness, and earned myself some nice food poisoning. As a result, the coffee ritual I have been so faithfully running for three or four years came to an abrupt end. Coffee aggravates the intestines and is a big no-no while trying to get them back to normal, much to my dismay. Since I was still firmly addicted to coffee and experiencing withdrawal it prompted me to switch to black and green tea for the (albeit lower) caffeine content.

This is a follow-up post to Landing in Shanghai. Thanks to Savannah for draft edits. While in Shanghai, I was told a few times Shenzhen is a planned city: car-centric, not walkable at all, completely unlike Shanghai’s dense interconnected streets. I was picturing, and somewhat bracing for an industrial city; pedestrian-unfriendly and unappealing. Shanghai was cold, so I was also expecting cold in Shenzhen as well, forgetting about the difference 2.

It all started with a poster: My friend Weiwei invited me to Mahjong Hackhouse, “a space where genuine conversations, ambitious dreams, and shared curiosities can compound into enduring relationships”, with a stated goal of letting attendees “walk away knowing each other, trusting each other”. I couldn’t resist. Damn my mid-December house move with pneumonia, I was going to China. Plus CJ was going too. Weiwei and I with our spiffy hoodies.

Mt Sanitas with four inches of fresh snow. Lots of slipping and sliding but my problems seemed smaller after I came back down. a friend recently prompted me with some good questions along the lines of what am I looking for? how do I want to be? my journal entry soon felt like something shareable. what do I want? It’s a good question. Overdue for a think on this.

'after getting through his morning routine of exercising his demons, it was time for Corporal Spacecake to do a little house keeping', seen at First Friday in Boulder CO Maintaining a good relationship with my phone is hard. We just didn’t evolve with a pane of glass mesmerizing us with aesthetic stimuli one second and then triggering our nervous system the way a tiger jumping out from behind a tree would.

Made it up Sanitas ~50 times over the course of the year A few years ago, I wrote a similar post for my 24th birthday (funny enough, 4 days late last time too). It was a nice prompt so I’m trying something similar this year. some learnings & reflections How I feel is a product of many small decisions throughout my day, like what time did I go to bed?

context: a few friends and I are circling around the idea of “Local Community Tech Stacks”: interoperable, somewhat vibe-coded, ideally self-hostable apps to help our communities run. While still fairly nascent, we agreed to start publishing our adventures in this space to record and share our insights for each other and the broader world. Savannah runs something called food exchange here in Boulder. Every week, each person creates a number of jars of the same dish to then swap with everyone else for their jar of a different dish.

On Friday July 4 I took a tumble over my handlebars. I’m stable and alright now; it could’ve been much worse. But here’s the full story for your pleasure (or displeasure). Medication station My friend Andrew (check out his Soundcloud) and I had summited Flagstaff Mtn via Chapman Dr. We took the back road to avoid cars because cars are how you get injured. We made great time on the way up, chilled up there sufficiently, and were ready to rejoin the rest of the group for a Fourth party.