Down to the core
I used a sliver of Prezto's 22,000 lines, so I kept the part I cared about, my prompt, and wrote the few hundred lines of shell setup I wanted around it. Then I found out how many small conveniences the framework had been providing all along.
The Hacker Manifesto, and the kid it found.
I found it as a kid in the dial-up underground, and I've reread it more times than I can count. The Mentor's 1986 manifesto: the essay that put words to the one question I never stopped asking, how does this actually work?
Surviving the trip home
The laptop is a window; the machine is the room. The trouble with a room across a tunnel is that the tunnel keeps dropping. EternalTerminal is the fix, a session that survives a closed lid, a changed network, and the ride home, and is exactly where you left it the next morning.
A life following software, systems, and other rabbit holes.
I have spent my whole life opening boxes I was not supposed to open. This is the story of all of them, from a borrowed Commodore 64 to a feature in the Python language, and the same restless kid behind each one.
Three lives of a blog, and one comfortable old villain.
This blog has died twice. Pelican in 2015, Jekyll in 2018, then eight years of cobwebs. This is the story of its third life: the friction that killed the first two, the monsters in the rebuild, and the comfortable old villain who kept whispering I should come back to him.
