To that end, a hail mary: I have two tickets that I would like to offer to folks who are… between things. If you’re free on the 15th and 16th this wednesday and thursday and would like to attend and spend time with community, please send me a message (or offer to your unemployed friend).

Spending two straight days with thirty or so speakers who are obsessed with their corner of these topics is a real gift, but so is spending that time with the community of engineering managers who come every year. It is a very useful thing to talk about the work. People find help, people find work.

I'm fine. Let's not let the stochastic feeds distract us from the dogs that matter most to us. My condolences.

I adore that you're just sitting there watching for people using a word so that you can doodle on into their brains.

More than my own experience as a cyclist, though, I thought a lot about the overall usability of the streets for everybody—including the cars who were in the tolling district, who were moving at a reasonable speed for the first time in recent memory.

I will die on this hill: the two buildings in your neighborhood that you need to protect most of all are your post office and your library, because they protect you.

I don’t think people realize what it means for your government to have a little building in their town or neighborhood that helps them live their lives. This is what government does. It’s worth everything your taxes pay for.

Like, I literally just got back from getting my eight year old daughter a passport five blocks from my house, right after a woman bought a money order to pay her rent, who in turn followed another man who needed to make sure his mail could automatically be forwarded to his new apartment.

A school running out of paper is like, oh, I don’t know, police cars running out of gas.

Seven-year-olds benefit from paper. It’s not like office workers just printing out slide decks for no reason. You can riff and think and make mistakes on paper in ways that are really formative.