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The Focus of Necessity (Mar 18 2026)

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Big situations make big people. 

After stretching myself
By purchasing an asset that is ~16x the price of
the second most expensive asset I’ve ever purchased
and then planning to invest an additional 40% into that asset,
I find myself much more interested and driven to work than I have previously. 

This is a common experience of mine:
I work most effectively, most focusedly, when I work out of necessity.
I bite off a huge amount
And then find ways to chew it. 

I’m grateful for the people in my life
Who keep me grounded.
Not only by pointing out key elements in my attack plans
(or improvisations)
that I may have missed
but also by helping me understand
Whether the
often extremely
unusual maneuvers I’m making
are in-sane

or hyper sane. 

For the next ~6 months
(or whenever this resolves),
‘tis crunch time. 
Time to chew this big bite into submission.
Yum, yum, yum.

Bone-Headed Moves (Mar 16 2026)

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In which Our Hero commiserates and plans. 

Some days you get bad news you were expecting. Fearing. Hoping against, but unsurprised by. 

You speak with an expert who confirms your fears.
And the six weeks of bleeding
will need to be repeated. 

The best in the world
vs a mere A player
in a complicated field
are aeons apart. 

Last year, a friend had surgery.
The surgeon messed up the hardware.
The bone healed incorrectly.
Friend asked at multiple steps along the way.
The surgeon said it’s fine. 

Now today, finally, they spoke with an actual expert.
He suggested… Intimated… That friend had experienced medical malpractice.
Surgeon prompted friend that it’s time to collect evidence. 

“Wow,” Expert said. “[Surgeon] put that in writing?” 

This is not how Friend wanted today to go.
But knowing the truth doesn’t make it less truth-y.
Life has thrown a new opportunity.
Let us do with it what we can. 

Sneaky Share Cake (Mar 15 2026)

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In which Partner uses Birthday as Gift for Others 🤫

On Friday I surreptitiously ran the 3.5 miles round-trip to Costco to order Partner a full-size Costco cake. The chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, with additional frosting inside the cake instead of the normal mousse because it’s Partner’s favorite (the frosting is her favorite part!).
Today, we acquired the cake from Costco. Partner was surprised: We spend almost all of our time together. When did I have time to order it? 

Partner ate some frosting and squirreled a few additional pieces for later. 

Then, armed with a stack of paper plates and a bag of plastic forks, we started a walk around the Harlem Meer (a pond at the northeastern tip of Central Park).
At the beginning of the loop, we had 2/3rds of a Costco cake.
At the end of the loop, we had none. 

Highlights include: 

  1. Six teenage boys with fishing poles. Five of them want cake. One comments how fortuitous it is that we stumble upon teenage boys when we have extra cake. Another teaches Partner that a fishing license is $25 but no one checks if you have one. 
  2. Two stoner early-twenties girls on the east side. If teenage boys are one’s most fitting cake-wanters, stoners are a close second. They were two of only three cake requesters after they overheard us offer a couple nearby.
  3. The third was a homeless man emerging from the bathroom, saying “I love cake!”, receiving a slice, and then returning to the bathroom (presumably because it’s warm there). 
  4. A European man who rejects it by saying, “A minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.” 
  5. A fisherman who first asks his son if he wants a slice, rejecting one for himself because “It’s not my cheat day”. Then, when offered one to save save for tomorrow, says, “Alright, I’ll take one.” and, as we walk away, follows up with, “I’m not saving this for tomorrow.”. 
  6. A group of three who comment, “That’s so generous!” to the idea of people giving out cake. The kid doesn’t want a slice, but the two adult do. The kid’s mom ends up grabbing a second slice for herself after the kid changes his mind.
  7. Learning that if you say, “Do you want some cake?”, many people will scoff. But If you say, “It’s my birthday” before they say “No”, those same people will not scoff. Once they say “No”, there’s no coming back. 

This is our second year of giving cake in this manner. Last year we were featured on Reno After Dark. 

Happy Birthday, Partner! 

Childishness (Mar 14 2026)

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In which <blows raspberry!!!> 

Partner sometimes implies I’m childish. 

She does this through cryptic statements like, “You’re very childish.”
I parry these attacks with elegant ripostes, like, “I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I??” 

Today, we took the train from 96th Street to visit a friend.
Partner asked me, “What’s our destination?”
I said, “191st Street”.
Partner said, “THAT NUMBER IS TOO HIGH.” 

I shrugged. 

She therefore began singing, in the appropriate tune: “One hundred ninety-one stops to go; one hundred ninety-one stops! Take one down, pass it around; one hundred ninety stops to go!” 

And then she continued.
And continued. 

When the train arrived at 145th Street, the song arrived at 146. She gleefully accelerated through 146 so she could intersect the station with the song. She was very pleased with herself.

When we disembarked at 191st Street, she had already arrived to 66 in the song.
En route back, she started at 191 and attempted to time the song with the train speed.
For our next trip up to see this friend, she has set the goal of singing all the way from 191 down to zero. 

WHO’S CHILDISH NOW???! 

Fast, Delayed (Mar 13 2026)

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In which Our Hero chills the fuck out. 

Three days ago I wanted to fast.
I’ve done long fasts before. When I need to clear my head.
Partner says I’m less sharp when I fast.
At one point I mused that I may be 80% as effective, but focus for 200% as long. 

My emotions are duller. Chiller. Easier.
It’s like the old food bank advertisement: “Nothing else matters when you’re hungry.” 

I like being hungry.
It fills me with emptiness.
The sort of emptiness that allows for replenishment. 

At least one close relative is made uncomfortable by my fasting.
They think – and commented – and rightfully so – that it sounds like something I can control when I feel out of control.
Okay.
Sure.
I guess that’s somewhat disordered? 

I’m not sure whether the damage of this sort of behavior is the magnitude or frequency.
Alcohol or cannabis or opiates have a similar sitch.
Why are you doing it? What are the effects? How stable are you and why and wherefore? How much does it hurt you or those around you? 

On Tuesday I wanted to fast. I missed the equipment. (I like to take ketones on the first day of a fast.) I wasn’t stressed, per se, but I could feel myself getting there.
When making a big decision or undergoing a life change.
I acquired the items through the online internet. 

On Thursday, they arrived.
Today, I fast. 

I wish I had fasted earlier. Had acquired the items in person (New York has everything!) or performed a less-perfect version of accessing ketosis sans ketones.
Last night, I stayed awake until 4, very much not wanting to.
I couldn’t sleep. My mind spun and crashed out. 

Today, I might have arrived at a bathroom solution.
And my most-likely contractor sent an acceptable quote.

What are other options? I don’t like drinking or drugs.
I used to run long distance, a similar effect. 

Sometimes I fast. I like it. It works. 

It’s nice to have a clearer mind during times of intensity.
And today I ran 5 miles, the farthest since breaking my foot. 

Tomorrow, I may eat.
How glorious that will be. 

On Math/Physics, and People (Mar 12 2026)

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In which Our Hero butts up against the stupidest. 

Our world contains two types of problems: 

  1. Problems of physics/math
  2. Problems of people 

The first type is insurmountable. No amount of bargaining, negotiating, coercing, or bribing will affect these Truths. 

The second type is negotiable. Fudgable. Affectable. Mushy. With enough charisma or know-how, you can cajole and sneak your way through. 

Much debate occurs at their interface. Science itself is the experimental method of sorting observations into one category or the other. 

Today, I drew a picture. A beautiful picture. Water running in pipes through a wall. The human harnessing of physics to achieve hygiene through handwashing and safety through sewage: perhaps the greatest lifesaving invention of the last millennium. 

And now some goddamn housing code tells me I can’t. Not because the physics fails. Not for any harm to others. Not even for any harm to myself. But simply because some bureaucrat wrote some rule that says I need additional space in front of my toilet. 

This code is not reasonable.
This code is not logical.
This code is not practical.
This code should not apply to what I do in my own house. 

Yet now I have to visit the Department of Buildings office hours yet again on Tuesday to see if I can formulate new drawings that can pass this ridiculous code. Not for the reason that the code matters. Simply because that’s what it is. 

I. Despise. This. Code. 

Everybody’s a Creative… (Mar 11 2026)

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In which Our Hero seeks not to hire others’ creativity, for he has enough of his own. 

The NYC Department of Buildings only accepts renovation plans submitted with an architect’s signature.
Architects therefore sell signatures. 

An architect’s signature on plans pledges that the drawings are accurate.
Architects therefore sell signatures and drawings. 

Drawings require measurements.
Architects therefore sell signatures, drawings, and measurements. 

While an architect could feasibly sell less than those three, that’s the minimum I’ve found.
It’s not glamorous work (measure a building; draw the client’s desired floorplan; sign the submission). 

It’s also standardized, functioning a bit like a commodity. 

So what do New York City architects do? 

They sell other services, including: 

  1. Design services to decide on my floorplan
  2. Expediting service to get my plans through the DoB faster
  3. Self-certification that the drawing follows NYC housing code (which skips the DoB review process entirely)
  4. Contracting services to build my space
  5. Interior design services to fill my space 
  6. Special inspections to certify that the construction was built exactly as the drawings suggest 

In addition to the commoditized part, I only want numbers 3 and 6.
And amusingly, I have not found any architects who sell exactly 3 and 6.
Most are wary to sell #3 (as self-certifying prompts future headache if they’re audited). And some lack the license to complete #6. 

I want to buy procedural functions (skip the line; complete the inspections). Most architects want to sell something creative (floorplan help; interior design). 

The fundamentals of NYC architecture work are procedural. Architects are the followers of code, the performers of measurers, the drawers of drawings, the providers of signature, and the submitters of their official stamp. But 1) That stamp is therefore not particularly valuable (it’s a saturated market); and 2) Most people who became architects did so out of some desire to be creative. 

However…  

“I don’t want your creativity. I respect your creativity; I just don’t want to buy it. I actually want to bypass your functions as quickly as possible.” 

… has thusfar not been a successful pitch. Not even when paired with “I will pay you an increased rate for it.” 

Where are the architects who got into this business because they like to measure spaces and reproduce them accurately on giant sheets of paper?
I want to meet those architects…
and pay them very little. 

Economic Opportunity (Mar 10 2026)

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In which Our Hero happens upon happenings 

On Sunday, I attended a brunch. At this brunch, I happened into a former startup founder/CTO who built his company to $50M in annual recurring revenue, at which point he sold and started a new one.
I also walked to a nearby park with a guy who runs a commune/university/think tank. We spent 1.5hrs talking philosophy.
The former has asked if he can hire me to turn his “word salad” into an article. Start with one. Expand from there.
The latter is a bit skittish. I know I could be helpful. He agrees. He would like to slowly dip his toe in. So I’m writing an article for him, gonzo, based on our talk, to see if he likes it. 

For the last few years I have been underemployed.
I’ve freelanced, making fine money each year.
But I’d be lying if I said I worked 40 hours per week…
Or even 20.
(There’s an argument to be made that acquiring an apartment for the purpose of renovating it and then renting out some rooms could be called “work” in a very real sense, but let’s ignore that for now.) 

A few months ago, Partner commented that I lacked occupation. I agreed. I told her, “When we arrive to New York, there’s just so much economic opportunity, I wouldn’t be surprised if I stumble into things.” 

I’ve been here for one month.
I’ve been to two events total. 

Perhaps I was right.
That would be nice. 

I’m excited

to follow

this fun

To Live Outside the Law You Must Be Honest (Mar 9 2026)

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As it is written…

Partner thinks today’s post is “suggestive” and “ethically dubious” and “not that flattering”.
She has suggested I not publish it publicly.
I have therefore personally delivered it to all those who pay to subscribe to my Substack.
And the rest of you shall not receive.
Muahahahaha.

(If you become a paid subscriber now and email me, you can have a copy too 🙂

Sunday in the Park as “Oeurgh!” (Mar 8 2026)

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In which Our Hero tries really hard to do hard things. 

I walked with a new person today.
Enjoyed diving into his head.
Sometimes I do this. Ask what he’s paying attention to, then follow where his mind wanders. 

It started as a potential business conversation. But as business conversations sometimes go, that felt too high-stress. So we said “let’s not talk about that…” and talked about what was fun. 

And what was fun, inevitably, circled back to the business at hand. 

I wonder whether we’ll move forward together.
I wonder if the overlap between his interest and my curiosity will take us where I thought it would. 

At the end of the conversation, I excused myself to the bathroom and dry-heaved over the toilet. 

Life has been stressful of late. 

Big moves. 

Frightening moves. 

Exhausting and intense and overwhelming moves. 

–

We’ve decided to narrow scope. 

The good: When I increased scope, the contractor offered me discounts for a few items. That means I know his marginal cost on them. Now, when we decrease scope, I’ll get those at a discount. This could sum to a few thousand dollars. 

The bad: this experience is terrifically unenjoyable. Combing through all the proposals to locate how specific prices ballooned, and therefore 

The ¿ugly?: We’ll probably end up writing the scope sheet for the contractor instead of the other way around. While this will probably arrive at a satisfying conclusion, it is an incredibly stressful and annoying process.