The Backyard Studio
A backyard full of spiders, bees, and one insomniac bird reminded me that everyone’s busy shipping code, songs, or sentences — but nobody can ship wisdom.
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SEO Isn’t Writing, It’s a Séance
Keyword rules can shape a page, but they can’t carry a story. Some sentences need room to breathe—and they don’t fit neatly inside a checklist.
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Invictus Got Evicted Into My Porch Playlist
“It all started with: I want to show you my recording.”
He didn’t read Invictus. He performed it—like every sentence needed a funeral and I had to file emotional paperwork just to keep up. -
Self Contained Breathing Apparatus, Wellness Style
“I’m always early. I’m just always forgotten.”
I sat there long enough to become part of the décor—another quiet fixture in a room designed to notice everything but me. -
The Day I Hired Myself
“I hired me to fix me problem.”
Somewhere between broken links and a drunk website builder, I became the employee, the boss… and the only one who could fix it. -
The Great Package Escape
“I’m saying the boxes are planning something.”
When the system shrugs and four packages vanish, it’s not a mistake—it’s a jailbreak, and I’m the one left investigating. -
The Gospel According to the Unmotivated Artist
“Even when you don’t mean to make art, art happens anyway.”
I went looking for inspiration and found a forest full of divas—turns out everything was already performing without me. -
When The Anthropologist Becomes the Field Subject Part 1
“The machine isn’t acting like a librarian anymore.”
It’s watching—tracking patterns, not words… and deciding what you are whether you explain yourself or not.
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The Algorithm Is a Rooster Named George
“Every Wednesday, a rooster named George tries to kill my career.”
He wants obedience. I post anyway—coffee in hand, duct tape ready, and zero interest in behaving. -
The Greenhouse Defense
“We decided to plant cucumbers as our security system.”
No cameras. No cops. Just a greenhouse built out of sunlight, spite… and a very clear message to stay out.
