Parked up inside Perfecto Cafe on Robson Street, a top spot for reflective work. The wifi sucks, it’s a moleskine dream maxxing sort of place.
Last night I wrote and scheduled a new newsletter issue that drops in 2 hours, which gives me just enough time to sprint on a new homepage, or whatever I can get done before jumping into an agentic experiment and survey project this afternoon.
As mentioned in my newsletter, the internet is the source of truth. I’m telling myself, a rough draft that’s directionally correct about who you are, what you do, give a shit about, your interests, etc., live on the internet and iterated daily is better than nothing. I brought a physical hourglass to the cafe to run irl pomodoro, sprinting through personal website changes, embracing the v0 cringe of public shipping and side eye stares.





