Now

Still shipping features across the Big Minds Tiny Hands ecosystem — six production apps, two hundred users, four agencies. The work is equal parts engineering and education. Every feature request teaches me something about how healthcare actually works on the ground, which is nothing like how I imagined it from a computer science classroom.

Building VocaLIFT — an iOS app that lets you log workouts by talking. Tap the mic, say what you did, and it's recorded in under five seconds. All transcription happens on-device, so it costs nothing to run and your data never leaves your phone. My first real attempt at building something people pay for.

This site, which taught me more about restraint than any project before it. The hardest part wasn't building features — it was deciding which ones to cut.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu — coaching no-gi at Stony Brook for thirty-plus students, most of whom are bigger and more athletic than me. Current obsessions: ashi garami entries, the half guard anthology, attacking from bottom without giving up position. Training is research. Every roll is an experiment. Every tap — given or received — is data.

Someday I want a gym with my name on it, my curriculum, my students. That's a decade away at least. Right now the work is showing up and getting a little sharper every session.

Working through Nietzsche's Will to Power lectures and Plato's Trial and Death of Socrates. Also deep in Steinbeck's East of Eden — the Trask family's inheritance of guilt, and the question of whether we choose who we become. It resonates more than I expected.

I don't read philosophy to cite it. I read it because these writers were honest about how hard it is to live well, and that honesty is more useful than any productivity framework.

Classical guitar — working through Romance de Amour, badly but with feeling. Music is the one thing I do with no metrics attached. No deployment pipeline, no users, no uptime. Just my fingers and the strings and the patience to get one measure right before moving to the next. The dream is a band, eventually. The reality is scales.