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About me
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Emacs-obsessed ultra-cyclist, online since the hissing, crackling
dial-up days of the '80s. I daily-drive Arch Linux on stubborn,
battle-scarred hardware and live inside Emacs whether I'm in a pure
TTY or, on very rare occasions, a GUI. When the GUI is unavoidable,
I'm still in Emacs--vterm or eat if I'm feeling fancy. Terminator
lurks somewhere as a reluctant fallback.
Bash loyalist, former Zsh believer. Pure GNU Emacs--no frameworks,
no training wheels. I don't touch org-mode; give me plain text or
markdown. If a site doesn't load in EWW, it's probably not worth
knowing about.
Lisp and Python are my comfort languages. GUI apps are last-ditch
admissions of defeat. The CLI is home; everything else is tourist
territory.
Steel is real--tough enough for the off-the-map places I end up in.
I live by Velominati rules 5 (Harden the Fuck Up) and 9 (If you are
out riding in bad weather, it means you are a badass. Period.).
Together they translate to: ride far, ride often, and ride when
sane people stay indoors. Indoor trainers? A crime against cycling.
Sarcastic by nature, politically incorrect by habit. A master
social-distancer long before it became fashionable. Testicular
cancer survivor--still riding, still stubborn, still very much
here.
Gopher and ASCII because the human mind is the best graphical
environment ever made. No bloat. No scripts. No distractions. Just
text, sharpened to its essentials.
Philosophy
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Simplicity is a virtue; bloat is a crime. If it can't be done in a
terminal, you probably don't need it. Steel survives where carbon
fails; Emacs endures where browsers crash. Ideas > clicks, text >
scripts, thought > spectacle. Pedal hard. Think freely. Ignore the
circus.
Contact
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cyclingformylife <at> gmail <dot> com
