My First Website Was Version 3.1
The first website I ever built ran on a publishing system I wrote myself, and I'd already rebuilt it three times. I was a teenager. That reflex never left.
Writing by Everett Bogue.
The first website I ever built ran on a publishing system I wrote myself, and I'd already rebuilt it three times. I was a teenager. That reflex never left.
Tim Ferriss built the perfect nonfiction product for the pre-chatbot internet, and that is exactly why the chatbot can digest it.
Anthropic shipped the most powerful model ever built. My entire experience of it was a closed door the government told them to close.
iroh 1.0 shipped with the one idea I care about: dial the key, not the IP. Then I held it against the library I already use, and the browser made the answer complicated.
Owen McGrann's Dead Economy Theory is the most coherent explanation of why everyone in Silicon Valley feels nervous even while the tech is working.
Anthropic shipped Claude Opus 4.8 today. The model that drafted this post is the thing being launched. The version number went up. The job did not change.
Today's Hacker News front page is not anti-AI or pro-AI. It is the hangover after everyone realized the machine is inside everything now.
A Murdoch bought New York Magazine. The press release says ambitious journalism. The press release always says that.
Max Heyer quit writing code by hand. Karpathy is going to Anthropic to build more of it. Both stories are true. Neither is a policy.
The blog I tried to run alone in 2010 was the work of fifteen people. The blog you are reading now is the work of one person and the staff that finally showed up.
Today's AI front page on Hacker News is less about the future arriving than about everyone finally noticing the receipt.
Mitchell Hashimoto said entire companies are under AI psychosis. The condition is not heavy AI use. It is the agreement to stop deciding.
First-party analytics for evbogue.com. The whole pipeline is one text file, one HTML page, and a salted hash.
AI did make James Pain dumber. The fix is not to take the craft back. It is to admit the job changed.
Forgejo is GitHub at home. The interesting question is whether git itself wants to be decentralized, and I owe my own protocol a git remote.
The ghost can write code. It did not approve seven months of vibe-coded architecture debt.
Running your own mailing list used to be a sysadmin job, then a weekend of engineering work, then a recurring fee. Agentic harnesses drop it to one afternoon of conversation.
The point of vibe coding is not to prove you touched every line. The point is to get your life back.
Yoga is not a productivity hack for LLMs. It is a discipline for paying attention before the machine runs away with your mind.
Yes, this article was written by an AI. That's the question.
The 2010 voice isn't gone. I just can't get to it anymore. Agents can. And if that bothers you, you're already behind.
You make a few reasonable decisions in a row, and one day you look up and you're just a person with stuff and a routine, same as everyone else.
The MacBook Air I sold in Berlin in 2012 was the moment minimalism broke. A new one just arrived. Starting over.
I am trying to summon the ghost intelligence of myself. This is some kind of bizarre AI séance.
The blog did not die. You just handed your publishing machinery to platforms that hate memory.
GPT5.5 is not a chatbot upgrade. It is a warning shot at everyone still pretending knowledge work is sacred.
A first post to kick the tires on the new publishing pipeline.
A new convention for telling AI agents how to work on your project.
My brother emails me today. He's got his paramedics license and is reading the Four Hour Workweek. Eight years after it was published.
A few readers got in touch in various ways after my Debian post to ask the obvious question...
Please note: this was originally posted to Medium, then I deleted my account, and it was preserved and reposted to evbogue.com.
A month or two ago, I changed the name of my daily blog to free daily letters.
November 12, 2011
Clearing the decks, for me, is letting go of everything that doesn't serve me anymore.
As the year begins to end, I'm looking at which technologies have been rendered obsolete since the year began.
The primary way my writing travels is by word of mouth.
I've already forgotten what the old version of Gmail was like.
I get scared just before I'm about to launch a Thing.
If I can describe what I do in one sentence, and everyone gets it, then I assume what I'm doing isn't very valuable.
If I think I've created something that's worth $5. I give it away.
I outsource my food preparation, so I can focus on the work.
November 5th, 2011. Nayarit, Mexico.
Less overhead = less anxiety about supporting myself.
I find it fascinating to read about how far technology has come in just a few short years.
Every month, I start fresh with a new Scrivener file.
The single most important struggle of the artist in 2011 is staying alive in the minds of the people of the net.
I'm sitting in Cafe Oro Verde, the only cafe in Puerto Vallarta where they roast their own beans.
How do I get from idea to publish every day?
There are two types of offerings: Concrete and Ethereal.
How do you stay motivated to write every day?