Notes over memory
I keep assuming I'll remember why I did something. I never do. Two lines written now save an hour of archaeology later.
a personal log — no schedule, no audience in mind.
A personal corner of the web. I write here to think, not to publish. If you stumbled in, hello — there isn't much to see, and that's the point.
I keep assuming I'll remember why I did something. I never do. Two lines written now save an hour of archaeology later.
Nobody notices the thing that didn't break. Made peace with that a long time ago — the quiet weeks are the ones I'm proudest of.
The best systems I've kept running for years all share one trait: they're boring, and they do one thing. Every time I add cleverness I pay for it at 2am.