Everything here was made in a wooden box in the woods. Thoreau had more room.
His cabin at Walden was ten by fifteen. Mine measures seven and a half by fifteen and a half on the inside, which is a third less floor, and one of its three windows is an air conditioner. Out of it: a multi‑tenant platform, four Linux machines, a homelab on hardware I already owned, and a 2009 Buell Blast that nobody wanted. Most of it was already lying around.
On the bench
2009 Buell Blast
Two and a half years, a thousand miles, and a bike nobody wanted.
The box itself
Barbara's desk before it was mine. A home office and a garage, jammed into half the room.
Onrush platform
Tenant-isolated CRM, a static-site builder, and GA4 reporting. Solo.
The homelab
An eero mesh carries wifi 100 yards from the house. An old Alienware turns it into wired, and was far too much machine for the job.
VimCascade
A Hyprland submap plugin, and the reason it would not register on reload.
Economy
The first chapter of Walden is not philosophy. It is a parts list. Thoreau wrote down where every board came from, because the account of it was the argument.
Our life is frittered away by detail.
So every build here carries the same account: what went into it, when, and where it came from. Bought, salvaged, borrowed, or already on the shelf. Very little of what is on this site was new.