Free & Open Source, technology, travel, and life reflections
This category is symbolic of a desk drawer. Someone’s desk drawer may contain personal or private things, like a journal. So, this category represents the writings, reflections, creative works, or other content that are personal to me. I choose to share them publicly here too.
Some time may have passed since a post was first published. If you find something disagreeable, remember I am human too. My views are subject to change as I continue to live my life. In other words, the way I expressed something in the past may not be how I express myself today. Avoid assuming. Ask me! 😊
Can privilege and identity become superpowers for love and justice instead of weapons for hate and destruction? If I can’t wait for that story to be told, maybe I have to take the step of writing the first chapter.
Friend, are you okay?
There are moments I reflect back on my life when I met someone who interacted with me in an impressive way. Though unknown to me then, I feel now that they perceived my authentic, true self when I was still searching.
For a long time, it was a “yes”. For a few years, I was pulled in by the fiscal lure. There are no manuals for someone who grows up having less to suddenly land at a juncture of having more. So I had to be my own guide.
A part of me holds nostalgia for this aspect of the Internet I grew up with. Back when blogs played a bigger role in shaping and developing the Internet culture, and being the exemplar way of how we sought to express ourselves online (or, perhaps for those of us who
Language is powerful. Words are subtle building blocks to how we imagine the world around us. So, with the goal of pursuing more equitable language, I propose the end of accommodations.
Four years ago, on March 13th in 2017, I woke up for breakfast in the city of Sarajevo in Bosnia & Herzegovina. As I ate breakfast on the morning of March 14th of 2021 in the seemingly eternal era of COVID-19, it struck me.
When I launched my blog, I always envisioned writing cute snapshots of insight into my life. As much as I would publish them for the Internet, I was also publishing for myself. Or so, it started off this way.
Trigger warning: Grief, death. Two years passed since we last met in Bolzano. I remember you traveled in for a day to join the 2018 Fedora Mindshare FAD. You came many hours from your home to see us, and share your experiences and wisdom from both the global and Italian
[tw – death, grief, gender discrimination] Grief is a strange emotion. One text message read early in the morning can send your day into a long walk down the beach of your own memories. Memories flood back, making us conscious that these lost moments of time were never really lost