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Weeknotes 47

  • Continued the gym streak. And tacked on a bonus exercise-related streak of running at least 1 mile every day this week. Yes, a mile. The bar is low, but this bar is mine.
  • Listed my old espresso machine on eBay, and people are actually bidding. Which means this espresso machine swaparoo might end with me ahead financially. Rarely in life do you replace a complicated hobby with a slightly less complicated hobby and make money. Feels like I’ve figured out adulthood.
  • Had another farm / food pantry assistin’ day. We harvested and donated 130lbs of veggies. This haul was mostly tomatoes, but also basil, and bell peppers.
  • Finished reading Tiny Experiments. I loved it. I’ll be putting some of its hot tips to use. It just happens to line up nicely with where I’m at in life. Not sure I’d generally recommend it. But if you have an abundance of free time, and you’re in the right headspace to enjoy it, it’s a good read.
  • Cyn and I went to the Richmonder Taiwanese summer event, and ate some Baobing (åˆØå†°)—a chaotic mound of shaved ice, fruit, beans, tofu, taro, and whatever fits in the bowl. It’s like a dessert version of a flea market. Saw some familiar faces, met some new faces, and once again, got to impress people whose exceptionally low expectations match perfectly with my very limited Mandarin skills. Baobing
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Weeknotes 46

  • Last week I failed my 3-times-a-week gym goal, but this week, I succeeded. To the doubters, the haters, and the so-called ā€œfriendsā€ who doubted me: eat it.
  • For no particular reason, I watched Civil War. Nothing like relaxing with a fun, lighthearted dystopia about America tearing itself apart.
  • Finished reading Project Hail Mary. It’s like The Martian, but with aliens. Andy Weir knows how to write a fun book. I think think one will translate to film a lot better.
  • After manually pulling espresso shots on my Flair espresso machine(s) about every day for about the last 5 years, I’ve decided to become slightly lazier, and acquired a Gaggia Classic Pro. Going to sell all my Flair-related gadgets, and think it’ll be about a wash, financially speaking. But ridding myself of the early morning stress of managing a potential pressure cooker bomb that is my milk steamer feels like a very zen decision.
  • Didn’t renew Claude Code. According to ccusage, I burned through $1,041 worth of tokens, paid $100. Pretty sure Anthropic is subsidizing my lattes at this point.
  • Volunteered at the food pantry again. It’s a mostly Taiwanese group that runs this thing, so it’s a nice chance to practice my Mandarin. By ā€œpracticeā€ I mean ā€œbutcher their language while they politely smile.ā€
  • Our pumpkin patch is going bananas. There are vines creeping in every direction, and a billion flowers blooming and subsequently falling off. After conducting some research trying to understand what’s happening, I learned that they’re apparently all male flowers. So right now I’ve got the pumpkin equivalent of a men’s rights rally hosted in my backyard.
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Means of Production

Intel and the Trump administration are discussing the possibility of the U.S. government taking a financial stake in the troubled chip maker, according to people familiar with the matter, in a deal that could advance President Trump’s America-first manufacturing agenda while relieving political pressure on Intel Chief Executive Lip-Bu Tan.

Thank God we stopped that socialist menace, Kamala Harris, and picked a free-market hero who will now patriotically seize Intel for the Motherland.

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Weeknotes 45

  • Fired up the Ooni and cranked out ten pizzas for the neighborhood block party. People seemed to love them. Got a couple requests to do it again in a few weeks, which is flattering.
  • Rejoined the gym. My lofty goal: three times a week. My actual performance: one for three. Why?
  • Because I managed to catch some kind of cold. Not bad enough to stay in bed, but just bad enough to make everything feel like I was living inside a mildly foggy NyQuil ad.
  • Picked up Wingspan, a board game where you attract birds to your wildlife preserve. Brilliant design, stunning artwork, and you get to roll dice by dropping them into a tiny birdhouse. I don’t know why more games don’t let you weaponize adorable architecture.
  • Took another father–son motorcycle ride with my dad and brother. Found some legitimately fun twisty roads, then doubled and tripled back to ride them again.
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Weeknotes 44

  • Happy August, everybody.
  • I made two pretty apps this week. Not for work. Not for profit. Not sure what my problem is, to be honest.

    App 1 is a pizza dough calculator. It handles hydration percentages, lets you use poolish or biga if you’re feeling fancy, and even understands the difference between sourdough and active dry yeast. Honestly, it knows more about fermentation than I do. I’ll be using it Tuesday for our neighborhood block party, where I will be slinging pizzas

    App 2 is a motorcycle route planner. I pulled some knowledge from my time at Ride with GPS and duct-taped together something that actually works. No turn-by-turn navigation, no voice prompts, just dumb GPX exports. I load the route into OsmAnd Maps and hit the road, fully aware I’ll probably ignore my own directions halfway through because ā€œthis road looks fun.ā€

  • Ran a couple super-slow 5K’s. Not proud. Not ashamed. Just aggressively average.
  • The green beans I planted into the end of our new pumpkin patch bed just no call no showed. So I planted a few zucchini in there instead.
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Weeknotes 43

  • Helped setup some solar panels at the farm. They’ll be harnessing the power of the sun to hydrate all our various plant buddies.
  • Went on a few exploratory motorcycle rides, trying to find some fun roads around Richmond. Haven’t exactly been successful in finding any particularly good ones, but have stumbled upon some scenic routes, at the very least. I later learned one such scenic sites was actually a prison. Lovely. my motorcycle sitting in front of a field of corn The corn seemed unimpressed by my engine’s roar. Tough crowd.
  • I ā€œvibe codedā€ this dumb little subtitle hunter app this week. Background: Cyn likes watching things with Traditional Chinese subtitles. But finding them is a multi-step ritual that takes like 5-10 minutes each. Find and download English subs. Translate them. Re-download. Upload through the Jellyfind UI that only works on your second try for reasons no one quite understands. So I built a one-click tool to do it all. It’s still dumb, but efficiently dumb.
  • Went to Cyn’s hot yoga class as a student for the first time since she started teaching. She teaches one mean yoga class. I don’t think I’ve ever been sweatier while technically standing still.
  • é€™é€±ęˆ‘å€‘äø€ē›“åœØå˜—åœØå®¶č£”å¤ščŖŖäø­ę–‡ć€‚ęˆ‘äøčƒ½č½å„½ć€‚ (We’ve been trying to speak more Mandarin at home this week. My skills are somewhere between ā€œdisappointingā€ and ā€œthat didn’t make any sense.ā€)
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Weeknotes 42

  • Cyn and I volunteered at the food pantry this week. We picked up donations from a couple local grocery stores and restocked the shelves and fridges. Feels nice to help, even if it turns out heavy crates of bananas are nature’s way of reminding you that you’re old, and back pain is forever now.
  • We’re officially eating homegrown tomatoes and peppers. They taste like victory and smell like we may have gone slightly overboard with the compost.
  • Pumpkins are growing. They seem happy. Which is a weird sentence to type about baby gourds, but I swear, they’re vibing.
  • I installed the iOS developer beta, and now half my Apple Home automations are just… decorative. That one’s on me. Should’ve known better than to install the developer beta. Oops. Hopefully the public beta restores the sanctity of our home.
  • I discovered Apple Maps lets you save and share custom routes now from their ā€œLibraryā€ view. But, like, only for walking. Because saving cycling and driving directions is still just a bit too complicated, apparently.
  • In MotoGP news, Joan Mir must’ve tripped and fallen face-first into every mirror in the mirror factory. Dude has just the worst luck. After that calamity of a weekend, the poor guy’s flight home was canceled too.
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Annnnnnd Republicans just unanimously voted to block the release of the Epstein files. Apparently, ā€œsave the childrenā€ had an asterisk: *only if it hurts Democrats.

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Weeknotes 41

  • Cyn picked up some horchata ice cream from Trader Joe’s. It is so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up.
  • Volunteered at the farm once again. This week we harvested a bunch of swiss chard, basil, and cucumbers to donate to the local food pantry. Helping others while drenched in sweat, small collection of bug bites. Summer volunteering: feel good, smell terrible. A few boxes of swiss chard ready
to go to the food pantry
  • Changed the oil on the bike. The bike itself is a marvel of Honda engineering. Decades of refinement, thoughtful layout, and attention to detail. Except for the part where the oil filter sits directly above the exhaust pipes. So, by design, the second you remove the filter, oil dribbles onto the exhaust. And the next time you start it, it cooks itself into an unfortunate incense. Nothing says ā€œI take care of my machineryā€ like riding around smelling like a tire fire.
  • Cyn also harvested basil at home, and now we are in pesto mode until further notice. The house smells like an Italian grandmother’s.
  • Dug a new garden bed next to our existing raised beds. Bold move, considering I chose the hottest day of the year to dig holes in the sun for fun. I planted pumpkins, which require about eight feet of space each, because pumpkins are apparently introverts. We’ll be growing two, maybe three. Enough for a very small, very sincere pumpkin patch. Linus would approve.
  • We’re into Season 2 of Stranger Things now. Still excellent
  • Giving this vibe coding thing another shot, this time after reading Justin Searls’ essay. This go around, I’m trying Claude Code, and to my surprise, it’s going… better. I’m regularly running into token limits on the lowly $20 plan, but the 5-hour cooldown is not a bad way to get me to go do something else. That said, Claude still has strong ā€œintern on their first dayā€ energy. Example: while trying to better understand how much hand holding it needed, I gave it a big to-do list and ran it in --dangerously-skip-permissions mode. Bold of me. Seeing the tests were slow, it concluded: ā€œTests are taking too long. Pretty sure my code is fine. Ship it!ā€. Reader, you’ll be shocked to hear: it broke every test and none of the features I asked it to add actually worked.
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ā€˜Round Them Up’: Grok Praises Hitler as Elon Musk’s AI Tool Goes Full Nazi

I, for one, am utterly blindsided that the guy who didn’t technically do a Nazi salute and only theoretically entertains eugenics ended up ā€œfixingā€ his AI into one that’s basically Mein Kampf with a silicon chip.