When my colleague, Ryan Welcher, told me that his work on the Icon block would be included in WordPress 7.0, I was ecstatic. We’d had many conversations about the direction of the block in the previous months. There was a lot of work that few people will ever realize to
42:The answer to life, the universe, and everything. Or something like that. I’ve waited a lot of years to be able to reference The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy for a birthday post. I’d first read it in my early twenties during college. Now…it is done. I’m officially 42. I
I thought it fitting to end the year with a photo of a December sunset at Pleasant Grove, my home of the past five years. In the last month, I’ve moved on to a new city and new home with someone special. Yep, it’s been another adventurous year in the
It seemed only fitting that I shell the last of the Bloody Butcher dent corn from this summer’s garden as I was reading Masa: Techniques, Recipes, and Reflections on a Timeless Staple. Masa is a culinary expedition through the history of turning corn into nixtamal and nixtamal into masa, with
Your photos, songs, and videos hold more information than you might think—camera settings, recording details, dimensions, and more. WordPress actually saves all of that data when you upload a file but doesn’t make it easy to showcase it. The Media Data plugin changes that. Over the weekend, I quietly tagged
I feel like I’ve been writing some of the best code of my life lately. At least a few times a year, I have moments where I’m bursting with creativity. And I feel like I must work non-stop to let it all free. It’s quite addicting, taking over almost all
When I was a teenager, I’d stayed over at one of my buddy’s house for the first time. He was the new kid in town, and we’d become fast friends. I don’t remember what all we did that night. Probably played some N64 video games and jammed to whatever the
Nova is a space-faring, time-traveling creature from an unknown race who has ventured back to 2025 to build awesome WordPress plugins and themes. Or he’s possibly here to just cheer me along in the process. He came here entirely by a random act of fate. What I really means is
As usual, I’m sitting behind my laptop on my birthday, attempting to think of something profound to write and share with the world. I don’t know if I have any particular life lessons this year, but I do have a story. This story began primarily during my college years—perhaps even
I visited my father’s grave today, one year after his passing. I’ve never been one to go to the cemetery to see lost loved ones. For me, it’s merely a final resting place, and there’s little of the person left there. If I wanted to have a conversation with my