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 Dragonfly~2015 • Acrylic on Canvas
This acrylic on canvas work serves as a stylistic bridge in the artist's portfolio, merging multi-source inspirations into a singular narrative. The use of the oval vignette focuses the viewer’s eye on the interaction between the mythical creatures and their environment. The piece highlights the ...
Manuscript
bangGenre: Speculative Fiction
The Cyclical and Infinite Universe of Localized Energetic Releases Dan Carpenter The universe is infinite in both space and time.
Within this vast, enduring expanse, what is often perceived as a singular beginning and subsequent expansion is actually a localized energetic release.
This model suggests a continuous cycle driven by the inevitable gravitational mergers of massive objects, particularly black holes and their remnants, within regions that have reached a state of localized quiet.
The...
Within this vast, enduring expanse, what is often perceived as a singular beginning and subsequent expansion is actually a localized energetic release.
This model suggests a continuous cycle driven by the inevitable gravitational mergers of massive objects, particularly black holes and their remnants, within regions that have reached a state of localized quiet.
The...
Poetry
The Bride's Homecommingby Frederic William Moorman
A weddin', a woo, A clog an' a shoe, A pot full o' porridge; away we go! A Yorkshire Wedding-Rhyme. Thoo mun hod on tight, my darlin', We've mony a beck to cross; Twix' thy father's hoose an' mine, love, There's a vast o' slacks an' moss. But t' awd mare, shoo weant whemmle(1) Though there's twee on her back astride; Shoo's as prood as me, is Snowball, Noo I's fetchin' heame my bride. A weddin', a woo, A clog an' a shoe, A pot full o' porridge; away we go! Gow! but I feel sae leetsome, Sin I'...