I rebuilt the Pennsylvania attempt timeline from timestamps and time zones, and the closeness hit harder than I expected.

Pauline memories, cats, capture-the-flag tactics, Coldplay in my head, and a tariff spreadsheet that turns into a vow: I'm nobody's fool.

Relief after the election, then the memory of being silenced: why I keep writing when platforms and pressure push back. It keeps circling back to We and Chorus.

Relief after the election, then the memory of being silenced: why I keep writing when platforms and pressure push back. It keeps circling back to We and Chorus.

Relief after the election, then the memory of being silenced: why I keep writing when platforms and pressure push back. It keeps circling back to We and Chorus.

A surprising hit of beauty and politics in one frame: a watercolor Trump that made me pause and feel something I wasn't prepared.

A day of politics and identity: UK talk, a Hebrew soldier-song about sacrifice, and the credentials that catch my eye when I hire.

Apple Park videos and Walter Isaacson in my head, IRS SS-4 paperwork, Sopranos 'Made in America,' and the Jar Jar-is-a-Sith theory;

Hashani becomes a U.S. Army captain and doctor, and I end up processing it through war songs, hostages, and WW3 anxiety.

I reconnect with Aunt Shirani, flirt with selling lemonade, then spiral into a legal strategy session: Ninth Circuit vs Delaware, and how to pick venues that avoid fights.

Growing up a kid of war and peace, childhood time felt deeper and slower. At 2am I'm coding (Stripe, Delaware paperwork), looping an 80s track, and letting nostalgia.

A rough, sharp moment in therapy pushes me into my comfort zone: courts as leverage, filings as tools, and tactics learned the hard way.

Late-night Halo 3 rabbit holes: the Starry Night CGI trailer, Master Chief's helmet, and why the Mjolnir shield still feels like peak game design.

Urban planning notes and war-news screenshots sit beside music, like my brain can't pick one reality. Then I do the cold math: deterrence, families, and why Lee Kuan.

I make a rain-soaked vow, then wake up to the real to-do list: bank, registrar follow-ups, and ordering a deep fryer for the food plan.

I make a rain-soaked vow, then wake up to the real to-do list: bank, registrar follow-ups, and ordering a deep fryer for the food plan.

I write to Trump about peace through victory, then pivot to OREL as a model of serious execution. Anti-Hero and The Killers soundtrack the decision underneath it all.

Harvard housing and a stadium-expansion sketch pop back into my head, then I pitch a simple fantasy: take Pauline back to Nixon Court for a date.

I mourn Harry Jayawardena and revisit the banking ambitions I tied to him. Gratitude takes over when I remember the support and the startup money that changed my runway.

I make a vow I can't take back: I won't cut my hair until Pauline returns and sees the site. The day runs on tariffs and trade-war clips, with love songs looping.

Trump's return hit me like a wave: faith, politics, and dark humor. By midnight I'm sketching tech-rivalry plays and feeling the quiet threat of Google pressure.

Trump's return hit me like a wave: faith, politics, and dark humor. By midnight I'm sketching tech-rivalry plays and feeling the quiet threat of Google pressure.

The weekend blurs into music, Ivanka clips, and intimate faces on currency. By night I'm distrustful of Google and I pause Freemasonry.

I start with a pitch for decisive leadership and peace, then get jolted by the microplastics-in-tea-bags thread. I go loose-leaf and return to building.