in the notebook

no silver lining

while everyone seems determined to turn every painful experience into a lesson about positivity, i think we should be allowed to admit that some things were simply awful.

that we survived things we should never have had to survive, and that they changed us in ways we may never completely undo.

i'm OK, still the bad person in more than a few stories. i go out sometimes, have dinner with friends, sit beneath warm lights and talk about ordinary things.

the quietness of the city at night sometimes drives me mad with my own thoughts.

in the autopsy

how to ruin a daughter

anyone who's ever known me when i'm in love knows how completely fucked up i can be. i have a habit of wanting love more than anything in the world and then having absolutely no idea what to do with it when it's mine.

in the machine

the code that helped land Apollo 11

i'm sharing the original Apollo 11 source code, written for NASA's historic 1969 mission that landed the first humans on the moon. developed by teams at MIT, including one led by Margaret Hamilton, this software helped guide the spacecraft and kept critical operations running even when

in the machine

on AI, art, and human hands

i had a boss named Dave. Dave loved AI. Dave also had opinions about how i was using AI. a lot of opinions. wrong model. no tools. no retrieval. no memory. no agent. no second agent supervising the first agent. Dave, i am trying to rename a file. i got

in the notebook

the every version of me

i don't think people realize how quickly i have changed over the years, mostly because from the outside it probably looked like reinvention. from where i stood, it often felt more like burial. there was the million-dollar baby Bailey whose ambitious lit up the building. she learned