feedback ramen 

A few hours ago I had a heated, public, rush hour conversation with the poor bastard who inherited the thankless task of teaching me how to develop financial software: real-time trades! Cash transfers! RISK! Documentation! Blotter code!

We typically try to discuss these things over ramen.

Kizuki Ramen & Izakaya, NW Cedar Falls

We all know I’m far more of a poet than a technologist, yet here we are; two tall people, gesticulating wildly on a sidewalk, blocking the entrance to a restaurant, volleying the plausibility of low hanging sFTP fruit. 

Marukin, SE Ankney.
Does anyone have the information that I need? I am never convinced that anyone has the information that I need. I have learned this is a systemic condition that I can now blame on working in software. 
Noraneko, SE Water (spoiler: it’s the best)

Is all help charity in disguise? There are people who do so much more with so much less; therefore, I must not need your assistance. I’ve learned this is a systemic condition that has absolutely nothing to do with software.
Noraneko Purism
(don’t forget the soupy dumplings)


the bells of saint mary’s aren’t bells at all

I attended Elastic{ON} last week, the event is hosted by an infamous technical stack that actualizes data, built by a self-titled company. And when I say “self-titled” I mean they are trenchantly branded, no distinction between a user and a buyer.

Trade shows are always trade shows. When I worked as a product manager for a wholesale coffee roastery in the early 2000s their pop-ups were similar. Lots of addicts hocking their wares, over-caffeinated and shakey. The same was true in the leadership development field which occupied my time and energy in the mid and late 2000s. Vast concrete spaces selling you whatever they have: a nifty compresso double-tamper/a tomb of alphaish psychology/a cloud that nearly rains data. 



 Pineapple Spritz at The Slanted Door

(all hail the mocktail)

The Zenpine at Hog Island. 

See: Old Salts.

Buster Posey :: Linchpin