Greetings, my excellent friends! I've struggled with what to do with this account. Do I use it for my resume business? My novels? My coaching? Well, I've decided to just use X as X. I'm going to post my thoughts. My blogs. My novels. And not try to fit into a box.

The first metaphorical use of the word labyrinth is found in Plato's Euthydemus where Socrates likens a futile philosophical inquiry to a labyrinth: "when we supposed we had arrived at the end, we twisted about again and found ourselves at the beginning of our search."

Does anyone actually give enter their emails in the annoying popups whenever we navigate to a new site?

You think @audible_com and @audiblesupport can't get worse. But you know? They always surprise you. No matter how bad the last update was, this one will be worse. No matter how bad your last support experience was, this one will be worse. #BigTech at its best.

Smart contract audits aren’t just “find bugs.” They’re about verifying the system behaves as intended under real conditions.

Well, I've got good news and bad news...

“i have to take care of some things.”

The Reader by fredericforest

Here's the second installment in my series of articles on the things that are keeping IT pros awake at night: ATS paranoia and job search burnout. https://t.co/f3fmkWDgxz

"But can science really bring us to Truth? Can we equate factual knowledge with Truth? Does not Truth imply a knowledge not only of the various objects composing the sum total of existence but also their interrelations to the finest degree, and is not this aspect of Truth the

My first blog in the new year—addressing a very common concern. The AI apocalypse! Are the zombies really comin' for our jobs? https://t.co/zE58nOqFuU

Kingfisher carved in dark Siberian nephrite, with rose diamond eyes and chased gold claws, by Henrik Wigström, 1900. Royal Collection. Purchased either by King Edward VII in 1907 or the Prince of Wales (later King Edward VIII) in 1913

Ya know? I'm reaching the point that, whenever I navigate to a website with the ubiquitous "create a free account" pop-up, I just leave. I'm sick of it. You don't need my email. You don't need my Google account. And I don't need whatever you're offering for "free" enough to be

I was a musician for a long time—I played the Sitar, believe it or not. I loved the process of practicing; I never had any interest in performing. There’s nothing quite like that in writing, nothing quite like the joy of perfecting a scale or an exercise. But there’s another

I wish, sometimes, that I wrote nice, light, commercial fiction. No depth. Saleable. Instead of novels that come from, and remind me of the hardest things in my own soul.

I realized why people hated detectives. I hated myself pretty deeply at that moment. -The Man with the Luminous Eyes

I found a really good PDF to Word conversion tool—the free tier is extremely robust, there aren't the endless sign-ins, trials, and other sales gimmicks that most use these days. If you're looking for something solid, I've had very good luck with this: https://t.co/0l87AMk2iL I

The ceiling of Shah Mosque in Isfahan, Iran (1611).

I've been proudly using em-dashes since long before there was any AI—and I'll continue to do so! 🙂

A historic Irish harp made by John Egan of Dublin around 1820.

I’ve written three Frank McGill novels; I thought the series was at an end. But two more have appeared in my mind—they’ll be the new number three and four in the series, with the last volume remaining at the end. It’s interesting; I never plan my writing. The image or a few lines