Salt Lake City. Linux holdout. Still convinced the desktop is a finishable project.
My daily driver is an HP ProDesk 600 G3 - a beige office box that was never meant to have a life this interesting. It runs Arch. It has an RTX 3050 in a slot that wasn't asking for one. Getting the NVIDIA modules to stop fighting each other cost me a custom systemd boot service and an evening I'd like back, and I'd do it again.
Small tools that do one job. Editors, vaults, overlays, the unglamorous utilities nobody writes a launch post about. Also a zero-trust tunnel into my own house that opens on a single packet and is otherwise invisible, because port forwarding is for people who trust the internet.
The Omarchy ones live here.
Local, offline, doesn't phone home. I run my own models on my own silicon. AI is a collaborator, not the product - I build with it constantly and keep a guardrail between it and anything I wouldn't paste into a browser.
A few decades of keeping systems upright have left me with strong opinions about backups and a very low tolerance for software that requires an account.
- Rinse Repeat - a parametric typeface family, drawn from scratch in Python with fontTools.
- Secular Songs - a catalog of cosmic-humanist tracks about our small blue dot.
- The pipeline that renders them, because doing it by hand twice was one time too many.
Off the clock: a Dutch Shepherd named Freya, and coffee taken more seriously than strictly necessary.