First, some work outside of interfaces from the past decade or so.
For Lapham’s Quarterly (an essay about searching for happiness while reading about hell, a collage piece as an act of living through history) and n+1 (a critique of how William Shockley’s eugenics reverberate through Silicon Valley history), among other places.
In my heart, most often I feel like an editor, even when my title has been “strategist” or “architect” or “producer” or “designer” — I think because editing, to me, is bringing meaning together through language, meaning, and form.
I’ve held many titles and positions at publications, institutions, studios, foundries, agencies, and brands.
I’ve released music in various forms for much of my life, some I willingly share, some I shamefully hide. Most recent was an album as Absent City called Continue Normal Living back in 2020. I run a little Bay-based coop label to support local music called Homing Instinct Records.
I’m in Maxwell Park, in East Oakland, in a small house. Before this I was in Brooklyn for more than a decade, had a short stay in Atlanta, went to college in Providence, and was born and raised in a very different Mountain View, California, than the one weirdly widely known today.
In this house, my wife and I try to keep alive two boys, 3 and 6, as well as two cats, one dumb and one smart. The smart one is the black cat. We named him Claude 10 years ago (not after Shannon but Lévi-Strauss, because he was extremely skittish and acted like an anthropologist studying us).
