creeping towards november
Hi! It's been an interesting year. Some good stuff: S.'s migraines are essentially gone, as discussed here. Also, I've been formally named CTO of the ~80-person tech consultancy where I've been working for the last mumblemumble years, which seems to be a bigger deal to other people than it is to me. Also, I have become a terrible cliché and have begun taking flying lessons, with an eye towards getting my private pilot's license, which will explain some of the photos that follow:
East Bay sky.
Moss Beach.
Nuyorican.
The shirt worn by the wunderkind to my left has become somewhat infamous in tech circles. Photo by Steve Jurvetson of all people.
All in all, you're just another piranha skull in the wall.
The southern deserts are full of hidden treasures.
Nostalgic sigh; Muskoka.
Demo flight over San Francisco in a Cessna 172.
Sometimes I'm newly amazed I live walking distance from here. (A 45-minute walk. But still.)
Pennsylvania, of all places.
South of Santa Cruz.
Is there sand? Is there sand? Are you kidding me? This place is...
Sunset from the cockpit of my first proper flying lesson, in a Diamond DA-40.
Just another goddamn robot talking about the goddamn blockchain.
'Tis the season.
East Bay sky.
Moss Beach.
Nuyorican.
The shirt worn by the wunderkind to my left has become somewhat infamous in tech circles. Photo by Steve Jurvetson of all people.
All in all, you're just another piranha skull in the wall.
The southern deserts are full of hidden treasures.
Nostalgic sigh; Muskoka.
Demo flight over San Francisco in a Cessna 172.
Sometimes I'm newly amazed I live walking distance from here. (A 45-minute walk. But still.)
Pennsylvania, of all places.
South of Santa Cruz.
Is there sand? Is there sand? Are you kidding me? This place is...
Sunset from the cockpit of my first proper flying lesson, in a Diamond DA-40.
Just another goddamn robot talking about the goddamn blockchain.
'Tis the season.