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Be Loud

A preface for a more frequent, less subdued, and louder voice - online and off.

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Finding Art Again

"There are so many happy accidents that happen between the lines that are uniquely Morgan Freeman." - Nicholas Cage

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Four Days

I've wanted to avoid writing about fitness, especially my ever-evolving routines and self-improvement challenges. But I want to capture how I've been spending the last week or so, hoping it may help me stick to it for the foreseeable future. For some background, I'm

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On Personifying AI

Observations about how and when we personify brands and things are very interesting. Yet, without a firm opinion on the subject myself, I asked the subject for its own take. How would you personify AI?

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It's All Art

Like you, I'm a failed artist.

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Unexpected Deposits

If necessity is the mother of invention, conflict is its father. – Kenneth Kaye

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How Do You Spend Your Day?

No, really, how do you spend your day? Inspired by VisualCapitalist's original cataloging of the daily routines of famous creative people, I decided to make one myself. The exercise was primarily creative and an excuse to refamiliarize myself with Alpine.js. It didn't take long before

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Be The Cookie

A friend on Slack shared a photo of her son years back blissing TF out over a cookie. When she stumbled upon the image, it made her feel happy, and she wanted to share that feeling. It worked. The joy on his face is palpable. Then, others on the channel

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Who Are You?

"most of us are heavily influenced by our social environment"

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Kinetic

Disclaimer: I have no idea where this is going to go. It's been quiet here. Even Grammarly has slid into my DMs, pointing out how little I've written. I've got a dozen concepts, intros, outlines, and ideas collecting digital dust, but I haven'

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Carol & The End of The World

Don't be like Carol, her parents, Donna, Luis, or Eric. Don't wait to live your life.

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Hitting The Corner

I typically see a couple of other folks braving the wee hours of the morning. You know, paying the man. But not that morning. I was the only idiot on the block.