Efficiency is Independence
I'm a retired architect building systems that don't need "Big Tech" permission to exist. I run a full web presence, mail stack, and security layer for a dozen users on 1GB of RAM. No Docker. No bloat. No bullshit.
The Engineering Repositories
The Artist's Gallery & Manuscripts
Painting
The Stone Bridge~2015 • Acrylic on Canvas
This work is a contemporary Acrylic-on-canvas study based on Rembrandt's 1638 masterpiece "The Stone Bridge." While maintaining the classical composition and low horizon line of the original, this version explores a more vibrant, impressionistic color palette in the sky and adds a second boat to ...
Manuscript
earthsheartGenre: Speculative Fiction
Earth's Hidden Heart: A Verne & Burroughs Legacy Part 1: The Buried Legacy (The Unseen Seed) The year is 2075.
The world's population swells, energy demands skyrocket, and the last vestiges of fossil fuels dwindle.
A generation earlier, humanity, in a desperate bid to secure its future and dispose of its most dangerous byproducts, committed to deep geological repositories.
Within a labyrinth of engineered tunnels, far beneath the surface, lie the silent monuments of a past crisis: vast sarcop...
The world's population swells, energy demands skyrocket, and the last vestiges of fossil fuels dwindle.
A generation earlier, humanity, in a desperate bid to secure its future and dispose of its most dangerous byproducts, committed to deep geological repositories.
Within a labyrinth of engineered tunnels, far beneath the surface, lie the silent monuments of a past crisis: vast sarcop...
Poetry
Sonet 31by Michael Drayton
Me thinks I see some crooked Mimick ieere And taxe my Muse with this fantastick grace, Turning my papers, asks what haue we heere? Making withall, some filthy anticke face; I feare no censure, nor what thou canst say, Nor shall my spirit one iote of vigor lose, Think'st thou my wit shall keepe the pack-horse way, That euery dudgen low inuention goes? Since Sonnets thus in bundles are imprest, And euery drudge doth dull our satiate eare, Think'st thou my loue, shall in those rags be drest That...