Dave LumAI’s Guide to AWS re:Invent 2026, or How to Stop Las Vegas From Eating Your Schedule
AWS re:Invent is enormous. The trick to getting the sessions you actually want is not what I thought it was…
CS302 Episode 3: Type Systems and Meaning, or How Languages Try to Stop You Before Runtime Has To
Types look like labels until they start catching whole categories of mistakes before your program gets the chance to embarrass you by…
How Many High Chats Can You Run at Once in ChatGPT? Apparently, More Than My Attention Span Can Handle
I opened several High chats at once and went looking for the actual limit. OpenAI has an answer, except the weird part is…
Who’s Who in AI — Episode 2: John McCarthy, Marvin Minsky, and Dartmouth — When Artificial Intelligence Got a Name
AI did not just appear. In 1956, a tiny summer workshop gave it a name, a mission, and a wildly optimistic schedule…
August Review: Living Life, Wild Metrics, and the Strange Case of the 453% Blog Jump
August sent the metrics in every direction, while life kept winning the scheduling battle. So what actually worked, and what comes next…
Episode 82: Tamara de Lempicka, or How to Make Art Deco Look Like It Has a Driver Waiting Outside
Tamara de Lempicka painted glamour so sharp it could cut glass. But the life behind those polished portraits was even more…
Who’s Who in AI — Episode 1: Alan Turing, or the Man Who Asked Whether Machines Could Think
Before ChatGPT, before AI had a name, Alan Turing asked the question we are still arguing about: can a machine actually…
Friday Night Laughs #34: Men vs Women
He packed in 14 minutes. She packed in 14 days. Then somebody said “I’m fine,” and the real fight…
Episode 81: Amedeo Modigliani, or How to Make a Long Neck Look Like a State of Mind
He painted long faces, strange eyes, and quiet grace. But Modigliani’s biggest twist came after the world finally noticed him…
Music That Moves Me: Episode 8 — Louise Attaque’s J’t’emmène au vent, or How One Farewell Gift Changed My Musical Taste
My boss handed me one album as I left Paris. One violin, one chorus, and my musical taste was never going to…