Freedom for Demons
I have some bad news for you.
You’re no longer allowed to be free.
I have some bad news for you.
You’re no longer allowed to be free.
Your freedom causes me pain,
So it has to go.
And it’s not just you.
It’s all the people like you.
You’re all alike.
You’re merely a minion in a sea of demons.
I have plenty of examples.
You know what I’m talking about.
We all know what you are.
You’re one of them.
They’re the worst.
Honestly, I’ve never met a good one.
Give them sunshine when they need rain.
Give them snow when they’re cold.
And I know what you’re going to do.
You’re just going to yell at me,
Repeating all those things you always say.
All those lies you always tell.
You’re a joke.
A parody of yourself.
Honestly, we’ll probably go to war, you and I.
Don’t blame me. You started it.
You’ll never understand.
I guess I just have to beat it into you.
Emotional Morning
Sometimes I listen to my own music.
That might sound weird, but it also makes sense.
I made the music because I like it (or at least parts of it).
Sometimes it even moves me.
Sometimes I listen to my own music.
That might sound weird, but it also makes sense.
I made the music because I like it (or at least parts of it).
Sometimes it even moves me.
It’s not perfect, and neither is anything I make.
But it’s an expression of how I was feeling at the time,
Executed to the best of my ability.
Or maybe not actually my best because I’m lazy.
This morning, I listened to a song called “Strange Interpretation.”
I wrote this song in the depths of the pandemic.
On my bed in a London flat with barely any furniture,
Awake in the dark with my phone,
Thinking about the state of the world,
Thinking about the state of myself,
My eyes filled with a tear or two.
I wrote it all within a few minutes.
The inspiration was there, and I took it.
I don’t always do that, but it works out better that way.
Otherwise, if I come back to the idea later, it’s gone.
If you don’t use your inspiration, they’ll give it to your rival.
I love the lyrics in this song.
I didn’t try to get too cute,
I just wrote whatever came to mind.
They’re a bit cheesy, but they’re real.
Years later, I accidentally recorded this song in one take.
I was up early and inspired to record something.
I just wanted to get a little scratch track down.
I honestly didn’t even remember the words.
Standing at my desk in my underwear in the dark,
Headphones on, guitar around my neck,
I opened up the note with the lyrics and started recording.
I had never practiced, but it just came out.
If you listen, you’ll hear that I’m struggling to sing it.
Since I forgot the lyrics, I was surprised by a few.
I was honestly laughing and crying at the same time.
A testament to how life is both funny and sad.
It might sound fake, but it’s not.
Quite an emotional morning.
Anyway, here are the lyrics:
I got a strange interpretation
Of life out on my own
And I’m a slave to hibernation
And I am not alone
Well here’s one for the afterlife
And one for before
Don’t forget to bring the light
When you enter the door
Cause people don’t really know what to do
They just make believe
And if you can make them smile a few
They just might not leave
I got a strange interpretation
Of life out on my own
And I’m a slave to hibernation
And I am not alone
Well there’s plenty of things to do
So if you think it’s boring
Some one is probably thinking of you
Even if they’re snoring
Sometimes I cry at night
Some times at dawn
But this here is a beautiful life
And it’s not the only one
I got a strange interpretation
Of life out on my own
And I’m a slave to hibernation
And I am not alone
“Strange Interpretation” by Grand Central Dispatch
Kvetch Cast
Recorded a podcast about complaining.
Search for “Kvetch” on Spotify, Apple, or wherever you listen.
Anyone wanna kvetch with me?
Recorded a podcast about complaining.
A few more topics recorded, coming soon.
Anyone wanna kvetch with me?
Search for “Kvetch” on Spotify, Apple, or wherever you listen.
Jolly Fund
I was about to graduate.
About to start a job building an app.
One of my professors asked,
“Gonna spend your life making buttons?”
I was about to graduate.
About to start a job building an app.
One of my professors asked,
“Gonna spend your life making buttons?”
Now that I’m free from the button factory,
What should I do in this world?
What am I interested in?
What am I good at?
What can I do to help?
Looking through old notebooks.
Reading things I wrote while drunk.
Essays about how money is silly.
Always in cursive for fun.
I wrote very confidently,
All people should get the basics.
Just give everybody money.
We should all be able to afford life.
Too much imbalance in this world.
We talk about universal basic income,
But people just argue about it.
Can we do something about it?
Should we?
One of the many problems,
Where’s the money?
Some people say taxes,
But that’s a steep hill.
What if we just donate it?
Tax-deductible donations.
Split amongst anyone who signs up.
Free money.
Provided by those who care.
If we’re generous, we benefit.
Can we just do that?
Is that legal?
Can we start a Jolly Fund?
AI Do Everything
AI is a paradigm shift, but at the moment it can’t do much.
Can we teach it to do more?
Here’s a little peak at a prototype.
Even the best apps are buggy.
They crash. They fail. They lose your data.
If they do too much, they’re confusing.
If they do too little, they’re useless.
Sometimes an app is almost perfect.
It almost does what you want, but not exactly.
So you move on.
You try another app.
And yet we keep making new apps.
Every bank has an app.
Every streaming service. Every restaurant.
Even your toaster has an app.
All these apps do the same thing.
They just use different colors.
They show you things.
They save things for later.
They let you press buttons.
They do stuff for you.
But maybe we don’t need all these apps.
Why not ask AI?
AI can show you things.
AI can save things for later.
AI can let you press buttons.
AI can do things for you.
For example, want to pay a friend?
Ask AI.
Want to be a better friend?
Ask AI.
But that’s a bit tedious.
You can’t be bothered to ask AI every time.
What if you just want a button?
Ask AI.
But what if you forget to press the button?
What if you’re too lazy?
You guessed it.
Ask AI.
But how can you trust the AI?
What if it doesn’t understand?
What if it’s not consistent?
What if you need more control?
Want to see the magic behind the curtain?
The AI isn’t special.
It’s just coding on your behalf.
What if you could code too?
What if you could access the world?
What would you do?
Joy Deficiency
Why can’t you just be more jolly?
It’s only the flip of a switch.
Turn off the view of the sadness inside,
And give us a smile, you lil’ bitch.
Why can’t you just be more jolly?
It’s only the flip of a switch.
Turn off the view of the sadness inside,
And give us a smile, you lil’ bitch.
You tell me you’re all about parties and fun,
Or that’s what your followers say.
But they only see a percent of your life,
And the rest is all boring and gray.
Not that my life is anything better,
You’re right, I’m a hypocrite.
But why do you need to prove that you’re happy
To people who don’t give a shit?
What do you want? Fame? Respect?
Sex, drugs, money, and power?
A like and a half won’t give any of that,
So just drain all those thoughts in the shower.
The singers, the leaders, the names in the stars,
They all live a meaningless life.
Just because they got a jawline and abs
Don’t mean you should go under the knife.
They look very happy, and maybe they are,
But that doesn’t mean less for you.
Their happiness doesn’t subtract from your own.
They can be red, and you blue.
You’re wonderfully perfect, you know that you are.
To change anything would be weird.
Just be yourself, the one that you love,
And ignore those who won’t give a cheer.
Life is hard enough for us now
Without you making a mess.
Just calm on down, erase that frown,
And let jolly take care of the rest.
After all, maybe you’ll never be rich,
You may never have muscles or cash.
And if that’s true, you can still be jolly,
Just don’t be a pain in the ass.
Farewell Ode to Apple
Ten years ago, I snuck in the back door at Apple.
Ten years ago, I snuck in the back door at Apple.
New grad on a product about to be cancelled.
My team was repurposed to work on Notes.
I was a lucky kid.
Notes manager asks, “Who wants to build sync?”
Having never synced a byte in my life, I raised my hand.
Whether due to trust or desperation, I got the job.
A billion sync bugs later, I still had it.
Eventually I managed the Notes team.
I wore button ups then, but they’re a pain to wash.
Things were going well, but my bucket list screamed at me.
Apparently, I had to live in London.
Joined the CloudKit team. Moved across the pond.
Five years and a pandemic later, a pet project became API.
But now, the bucket list screams again.
Apparently, I have to quit.
Not going to a competitor. No problems. No spicy drama.
I just want to experiment with pure freedom.
Not sure exactly what I’ll do, but I have some ideas.
No kids. No responsibilities. Now is the time to be dumb.
I’m sad to leave.
Sad to miss everyone.
Sad for any time I made you mad.
Sad for all the crappy code I leave behind.
But I’m happy to have been here.
Happy for all the opportunities.
Happy for the laughs.
Happy for all the funky log lines and comments.
Thank you, Apple, for helping me make a dent.
My last day will be Friday, December 15th.
I need to finish the liquor on my desk before then.
Come by if you’d like to help.
Career Radar Stats
Bugs Filed: 8,135
Bugs CC’d: 26,175
Bugs Modified: ~40,000
Bugs Resolved (Fixed): 2,488
Bugs “Resolved” (Other): 4,620*
*Likely thousands more, but there’s a bug with how Radar tracks resolutions. Don’t worry, I filed a Radar about it.