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Just For Today Kilimanjaro at 66

Code with scars. Write with honesty. Stay clean one day at a time.

This is not a startup brochure and it sure as hell is not a template pretending to be a person.

I build useful web things, write what life and recovery have taught me the hard way, and try to keep my footing in a world increasingly run by polished nonsense. Strong coffee helps. A good cigar does not hurt.

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Useful code. Real perspective. No synthetic cheerleading.

Same site. Better bones. More personality. Less sleepy brochure energy.

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Useful web work that earns its keep

PHP, MySQL, JavaScript, accessibility, and practical systems built to do the job instead of merely looking impressive in a sales deck.

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Recovery is not a sidebar here

Clean time matters, practice matters, and the daily work of living awake matters. That belongs up front, not buried in some utility page.

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This site is where the code, the writing, the recovery practice, the Colorado weather, and the rest of the human mess all live under one roof.

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Tao Te Ching

☯ The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao ☯

The Tao Teh King, or The Tao and Its Characteristics
by Lao-Tse
Translated by James Legge

Book 1

2) The multitude of men look satisfied and pleased; as if enjoying
a full banquet, as if mounted on a tower in spring. I alone seem listless
and still, my desires having as yet given no indication of their presence.
I am like an infant which has not yet smiled. I look dejected and
forlorn, as if I had no home to go to. The multitude of men all have
enough and to spare. I alone seem to have lost everything. My mind
is that of a stupid man; I am in a state of chaos. Ordinary men look
bright and intelligent, while I alone seem to be benighted. They look
full of discrimination, while I alone am dull and confused. I seem
to be carried about as on the sea, drifting as if I had nowhere to
rest. All men have their spheres of action, while I alone seem dull
and incapable, like a rude borderer. (Thus) I alone am different from
other men, but I value the nursing-mother (the Tao).