McKenna and the architecture of consciousness
What a psychedelic philosopher and a distributed systems engineer have in common -- language as protocol, culture as legacy code, and consciousness as modifiable architecture.
What a psychedelic philosopher and a distributed systems engineer have in common -- language as protocol, culture as legacy code, and consciousness as modifiable architecture.
Adrian Hands contributed a GNOME patch using Morse code typed with his knees. His commit message was three words and an exclamation.
A text-poster on a meeting-room wall, doing more work than a poster should.
A birthday, a public oath, and one line I want to keep.
Two days after the speech. I went looking for the numbers.
He carried a list. That's the part that broke me.
Some days you build the wall. Some days you notice you're in it.
Three months into the startup. From the outside, chaos. From the inside, flight.
Dylan, and the artists who orbit him.
Decibel made Indian rock that sounds Indian. That shouldn't be rare, but it is.
Chandigarh was beautiful. I couldn't feel it. I don't know why.
An arrival note. The cold, the office, the exhale that took five days.
A late-night conversation about why Lord Shiva might be the original rock star -- and what the third eye might actually mean.
New Year. Half-packed boxes. The city I'm leaving is the city I learned to be free in.
Old photos of a city I've lived in for two and a half years and mostly walked past.
An 800-line poem that proves English pronunciation has worse consistency than most legacy codebases.
Tracy Chapman wrote the only song about leaving that gets it exactly right.
Coincidence. No miracles. No fate. Three sentences of certainty, written late.
That voice in your head that says you don't belong here. A conversation with it.
I have a working install and a blank page. I've been picking fonts.