perfecto hourglass

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 yesterday, 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 sh*t 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.