If the em dash is the AIās 'Lion's Claw,' then our messy, unpolished flaws are the only fingerprints we have left to prove we arenāt bots.
Revisiting my personal mission statement led to a simple but powerful insight: the difference between apparent value ā what people notice immediately ā and discovered value ā the deeper benefits they appreciate later. This reflection reshaped how I think about communicating impact, both personally and professionally.
Aging is when the grey hairs colonize your head and beard, but your ear hair stays defiantly black. Nature has a sick sense of humor.
Messaging apps force one identity everywhere. I want different profiles per groupā'Xavier (Max's dad)' in school chats, just 'Xavier' elsewhere. Let me contain multitudes digitally.
A folder called Arena. A game with no save option. And the first time I learned to disappear into something completely...
A silver hair drifts to the floor, a loss is loss, whether of color or of presence.
Reading Naval's post about being 'incompressible' got me thinking about the quiet stories we tell ourselvesāand how they might be our best defense against algorithms
Thoughts on leaving cities, personal change, and the pressure to justify where we choose to live.
A reflection on the killings of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile and the fear that followed.
A personal reflection on race, identity, and discussing racism as a Black man in America.
A reflection on creativity, photography, music, and the human need to make things.
Lessons about experimentation, failure, and agile work from an internship at GE Aviation.
adjective lasting only for a short time; impermanent.
A personal reflection on racism, fear, and the Charleston church shooting.
A reflection on lifeās changing seasons and learning to accept difficult periods as temporary.