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 Gallery & Manuscripts
Painting
Scarlet Shadow~2015 • Acrylic on Canvas
This acrylic on canvas piece explores the "Chiaroscuro" effect—the use of strong contrasts between light and dark to affect a whole composition. While the subject matter is provocative, the technical execution emphasizes the anatomical shadows created by the pose. The cross-hatched texture of the...
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
Telling The Beesby John Greenleaf Whittier
Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook. There is the house, with the gate red-barred, And the poplars tall; And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard, And the white horns tossing above the wall. There are the beehives ranged in the sun; And down by the brink Of the brook are her poor flowers, weed-o'errun, Pansy and daffodil, rose and pink. A year has gone, as the tortoise goes...