A little blog of questionable wisdom written by a builder of little games. I do a lot of little things these days. I hope some of them do a little good.
These posts are old and new, serious and absurd, technical yet philosophical. I’ve kept even the questionable bits—partly for nostalgia, mostly as proof that wisdom arrives slowly, if at all.
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When I was young, old enough to drink coffee but not really an adult, I had a drip coffeemaker called Mr. Coffee. I scooped pre-ground coffee from a big red can while I’d sing “the best part of waking up… is Folgers in your cup”. I later graduated to a French press, then pourovers, and then a Nespresso – which honestly felt like a step backwards from the pourovers, but it was faster and I was busy.
Continue reading →I have a cabinet above my espresso maker where unused gifts go to sit. For each gift I said thank you, and it felt disrespectful to later throw them away, so they sit there for years. Acknowledged yet untouched; quietly accumulating.
The cabinet is what we used to jokingly call write-only storage. A physical manifestation of gratitude and obligation, but really just a way of postponing honesty. There are ideas, observations, and judgments we receive in much the same way: politely accepted, carefully stored, and just as carefully kept from interfering with how we live.
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