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
Child bride~2015 • Acrylic on Canvas
This acrylic on canvas work is a narrative portrait exploring the human rights crisis of child marriage. Based on photojournalism from Afghanistan, the artist focuses on the juxtaposition of decorative beauty and individual suffering. The use of layering in the acrylic medium captures the delicat...
Manuscript
conscienceGenre: Speculative Fiction
Exploring the Foundation of Sapience: Is Imagination the Base?
Exploring the potential role of imagination as a foundational element reveals it is not necessarily for all forms of awareness, but for the complex cognitive abilities associated with sapience.
There is a distinction between basic, reflexive responses to stimuli and the more sophisticated, learned behaviors that characterize higher intelligence and flexible interaction with the world.
By examining examples ranging from simple pain...
Exploring the potential role of imagination as a foundational element reveals it is not necessarily for all forms of awareness, but for the complex cognitive abilities associated with sapience.
There is a distinction between basic, reflexive responses to stimuli and the more sophisticated, learned behaviors that characterize higher intelligence and flexible interaction with the world.
By examining examples ranging from simple pain...
Poetry
The Message Of The March Wind 1by William Morris
Fair now is the springtide, now earth lies beholding With the eyes of a lover the face of the sun; Long lasteth the daylight, and hope is enfolding The green-growing acres with increase begun. Now sweet, sweet it is through the land to be straying Mid the birds and the blossoms and the beasts of the field; Love mingles with love, and no evil is weighing On thy heart or mine, where all sorrow is healed. From township to township, o'er down and by tillage Far, far have we wandered and long was ...