Still exploring.
New Jersey. Still curious, still building.
When I was six or seven, visiting my grandparents meant sitting on my grandfather’s lap in front of a computer — learning to navigate, breaking things, being told to try again. He never got mad. He explained what happened and encouraged me to try again.
That’s where I first got online. AOL at my grandparents’ house. I remember the sound.
When Windows arrived, he had his desktop organized in a way I’d never seen — every open application shrunk to just its title bar, arranged and grouped. Something clicked. The computer wasn’t just a machine to use; it was an environment you could shape.
The best feeling I’ve had at work: I wrote an application from scratch. I double-clicked it to open. It launched. It displayed real data. A team of people came to depend on it. I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since.
Twenty-five years later the tools look completely different. I’m not writing the code anymore. The work is figuring out what to build and making sure it solves the right problem. The chase is the same.
I live in New Jersey with my wife, two daughters, and two dogs — Milo and Teddy.
I write here because some ideas don’t fit in a meeting.