The official kick-off

I can’t believe I’m finally writing again. It feels about 10-15 years too late.

Or maybe not. Besides “better late than never,” perhaps now I won’t say as many stupid things as I would have. Slightly fewer stupid things: the noble dream. My “thing” in life seems to be Understanding, capital letter very much intended, so that is what I hope to contribute while I try to spend my life healthily obsessing.

Here’s some things I hope to write about:

• The projects I work on. I’ll build in public to keep myself accountable, unlike the past decade.
• Self-compassion and mental health. I’ll treat myself better while doing this. Bet.
• Science and technology. I’ll report on information I find fascinating and useful.
• Random interesting things. I’ll collect entertaining bits of the world that wander across my desk like peculiar beetles.
• Life experiences. I’ll leave lessons I learned for secondhand experience.
• Making meaning. I’ll try to clarify my theories about life, then defragment them like an old hard drive with feelings.

The goal of my writing, other than expressing myself, is to be useful: as a resonant signal, a brain tickle, or information someone can actually carry into Tuesday.