Regression to the Digital Mean

A Stoic adjustment.

As much as I enjoy being a member of the Chatting Class, that subculture adjacent to the mainstream of Ruling & Genius class warp and woof, I’m feeling the need for the assurances of technology. You do have to admit that there is one golden age happening right now, fraught with the eternal peril of douche implementations, but golden nonetheless.

It is generally the case that I don’t go on much about technology here. In fact, from a high-level view, applied science is subject to the will of man, not necessarily one of Discovery or Humor. It’s not as deep as religion or science itself. But who am I kidding? I’m just a Peasant. I’m not connected to the movers and shakers on the cutting edge and it’s all I can do to discovery what’s new in IT. It’s a completely different world than it was in the days when there were only half a million programmers in the world. Twice as many just Javascript in the US alone.

I have therefore decided, among other decisions relative to my focus and time management, to launch a separate and distinct ‘stack called Tessellations. It’s all about ideas relevant to emerging IT and data science. I’d much rather do it here than at LinkedIn although I will republish there. I expect to get one or two decent articles out per month. If you have any curiosity about what I’m actually doing and trying to do for a living with 30 years in the Business Intelligence space, you probably should check it out.

I have already priced out the ethical margin of that constant moral hazard of American professional life. You get to see the crusty underbelly of implementation undisturbed as it is from the glorious light of theory and best practices. That’s what bourbon is for. That and Stoic Observation.

It’s appropriate to launch Tessellations on the week that some wealthy bastards have imploded on an eco-tour of the Titanic, proving once again that there’s even hubris in admiration of the failure of hubris. Because, frankly I think the world could use a bit more of my assembled wisdom in the area of using data and IT for money, prizes and self-aggrandizement. So you can expect me to go great guns on the spectacular genius of my systemic proposals, half-cocked speils and whiteboard handwaving. Some of this might actually engender some conversation and open source collaboration. We can’t videogame developers rule, unless they work for us.

So raise your glass to peacetime. It’s time to talk domestic tranquility and Cuban cigars, and key rotation and zero knowledge systems and distributed stablecoins and Apache Iceberg and real-time financial IOT and circles of trust and all kinds of crazy shit like that.

Here’s the first post. Click it. I dare you.

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