I code and blog sometimes.
[artsy sketch of a pointless tech boondoggle]
Telling stories through design is my passion.
[blog post about the unseen genius of a small time software suite]
I am a lead developer at [useless tech company that helps nobody]
[some post that reaches Deepak Chopra levels of madness espousing the virtues of simplicity]
I make tools to empower creativity.
How the fuck do people like this make so much money
I want to talk to you about making dreams happen.
Years ago, I wondered the same thing. But great things start with a conversation; not naive, judgmental ramblings.
This industry does good work in turning out defunct products and useless software suites. Back then, my vindictive mind knew that. Everything was a new dot com. Everything was running on fumes. I knew the industry couldn't have the answers. Until I met someone who did.
I found a mentor.
My life was changed the day I met him. Never before did I gain so much of an appreciation for my life, my dreams of success, my hopes for a better future. The conversations I had with him landed me in a lucrative executive position at a Redwood tree metaverse NFT lounge blockchain foundation. My dream happened, and I never even had to understand anything except my own worth.
Because the financial sector is out of control.
They're gonna fund the dumbest fucking bullshit pie-in-the-sky projects and they need people to do them (and fail usually).