Somewhere between the org chart expansions and the process certifications, the people who could actually build things started disappearing. We replaced them with people who manage the people who manage the tools.

He won’t remember it. He was too young. But I’ll remember every single second of it, and that’s the whole point.

The stand-up was invented to replace meetings. Somewhere along the way, it became one. And nobody involved seems to notice the irony.

Every car company on earth has tried to bottle what Detroit did between 1964 and 1972. Every single one of them has failed. And the reason is something they could never admit out loud.

Five years ago I was spending money on equipment I hadn’t earned yet. Here’s what I wish someone had just said out loud.

UGA at home is a different organism than UGA on the road, and my cardiovascular system has the receipts. This isn’t about talent. It’s about something uglier.

Every other environment you walk into has an agenda for your time. The woods don’t. And somehow that’s become a radical act.

Nobody handed me a syllabus for the things that actually mattered. The neighborhood did. And some of those lessons hit harder than anything I learned sitting at a desk.

You’re not issuing commands to Suno, you’re describing a vibe to something that learned everything it knows by listening. Once that distinction clicks, the whole way you approach prompting changes.