I suppose we start here...

so here we are, cracking open the first virtual pages of the field notes. on my end it feels like an old crumpled, musty book from a wooden book shelf in the garage...meaning this promises to be nothing fancy. nothing flashy. but i hope it's approachable, warm, authentic, and unique.

you have found yourself in the midst of a rough draft of a goal. a goal to do something audacious, vulnerable, and scary towards my mission, and choosing a bias towards movement and taking a leap of faith.

so welcome to my journey.

my mission: make things that move people, and build things that build people.

i'm not a content creator but a content curator. i would rather be an echo than a microphone. in a world that is designed to roughly have twice the number of ears as mouths, i think i want to be a better listener than throwing another voice into the noise. so this could be hopelessly boring or intriguingly mysterious. i won't pretend to garner a large audience or following, but i'll write as not to insult the audience of one. and we'll see what grows from the seeds.

for i am a student of the outlier.

i am an outlier.