The Laughter Lines poetry competition was run by Penstricken, a literary magazine. My poem "Sunset" was one of the top three runners up.

This post is AI generated

I've been working on an interesting project that combines AI, automation, and generative art. It's called ai-art, and it's a self-evolving digital canvas that improves itself over time.

If perfect knowledge is the theoretical endpoint of human understanding—an omniscient, frictionless clarity—then perhaps its inverse, incomplete information, is the essential condition of drama, comedy, and life itself.

During my computer science studies, our introduction to artificial intelligence didn’t begin with neural networks or robotics, but with a parade of definitions:

• “We call programs intelligent if they exhibit behaviors that would be regarded intelligent if they were exhibited by human beings.” — Herbert Simon

I've been making Fakemon (fake pokemon) using a combination of traditional sketching and modern AI tools. The journey takes us from initial concept sketches through ChatGPT refinement, and finally to Sora for animation.

A Product Manager is supposed to be the great connector—the person who brings engineering, design, and business together. PMs are expected to be curious, collaborative, and customer-obsessed. They align stakeholders, navigate ambiguity, and create clarity from chaos. They're not the boss, but they lead. Not the expert, but the glue.

I recently ran a values exercise with a team of engineers in 1-1s. Each had to select three sticky-notes from a predefined set of values. Every single one of them chose Cooperation.

When we asked what cooperation meant, I got five completely different answers:

As a teenager, I was all ideas and no follow-through. Every week brought a new concept, a new scheme, a new startup in my head. I wore my imagination like a badge. But over time, I had to confront something uncomfortable: ideas weren't rare. They were a ten a penny, a kind of noise that kept me from actually doing the hard work.