One day I’ll be so good at this that it gets a little embarrassing for everyone. Until then: software and AI enjoyer, locked in and craftmaxxing.

Every “but how?” ends in a 600‑page book. Then I read the book.

My bookshelf is an O’Reilly zoo with a Manning costume department, and I’m on a first‑name basis with far too many of its residents.Thisis a self‑portrait, except I’ve read most of them.

The good stuff in AI has moved down a layer: a frozen prompt prefix, a cache that holds, and a harness like pi with enough rope for the agent to extend itself.

Off the clock I’m getting carried in Apex and losing nights to manga.