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
aioGenre: Speculative Fiction
Scene 1: The Children's Playground (Revised - Fifth Pass) The sandbox was a chaos of fine grit and flung plastic, exactly as any proper sandbox should be.
A couple of parents sat on a nearby bench, faces tipped to the sun, occasionally glancing up from their screens.
You'd think the squealing and the bits of sand clinging to every surface would get to them, but most seemed to have developed an impressive filter.
Seven-year-old Eleanor Vance, her knees already streaked with the day's first lay...
A couple of parents sat on a nearby bench, faces tipped to the sun, occasionally glancing up from their screens.
You'd think the squealing and the bits of sand clinging to every surface would get to them, but most seemed to have developed an impressive filter.
Seven-year-old Eleanor Vance, her knees already streaked with the day's first lay...
Poetry
My Birthday.by Susan Coolidge (Sarah Chauncey Woolsey)
Who is this who gently slips Through my door, and stands and sighs, Hovering in a soft eclipse, With a finger on her lips And a meaning in her eyes? Once she came to visit me In white robes with festal airs, Glad surprises, songs of glee; Now in silence cometh she, And a sombre garb she wears. Once I waited and was tired, Chid her visits as too few; Crownless now and undesired, She to seek me is inspired Oftener than she used to do. Grave her coming is and still, Sober her appealing mien, Ten...