peter-gombos-8y3e2M6APy4-unsplash (2) Hi, I’m Peter. I grew up in Hungary and found the internet in the 90s. It changed my life. I built my first websi...
I do not want Moments to become another place that tries to keep people inside. That sounds obvious, but it shapes a lot of small decisions. A photo journal should be a home for your photos, not a cage around them. Some people already have a blog. Some have a homepage. Some have a now page. Some have a little personal site that has existed for years. Moments should not ask those places to become…
I shared some thoughts earlier about building Moments . In simple terms, it’s like Bear Blog, but focused on photos. I expected a handful of people to get it. More did than I thought. Some signed up. Some posted old photos. Some wrote just to say the feeling made sense. Not because it’s refined. It’s not. But because the idea connected: a calm space for photos. No metrics, no audience-building, no…
I love Bear. It is one of the few places on the web that still feels calm, personal, and human. You write something, publish it, and it exists as a simple page on the internet. No algorithm. No follower count. No pressure to perform. For writing, Bear feels almost perfect to me. But I also take photos. Not professional photos. Not portfolio work. Just ordinary life: walks, family days, weekends,…
Steve Jobs once described the computer as a bicycle for the mind. I have always loved that metaphor because it captures what computers used to feel like to me. A bicycle makes you faster, but you are still riding it. You still pedal. You still steer. You still feel the hill in your legs. The machine extends you, but the movement is yours. That is how computers felt for most of my life. When I…
Lately I've been noticing how often I reach for my phone without thinking. Not because I need something. Just because there is a small gap in the day — waiting for the kettle, standing in a queue, sitting beside my son while he plays. The movement happens before the decision. I don't think this is a social media problem. I think it's an attention problem. For years I've trained myself to fill…
Remote work has a funny little trust problem: the green dot. Somewhere along the way, this tiny status indicator became a proxy for work. Green means available. Yellow means suspicious. Grey means dead. But work is not always typing. Sometimes it is reading a pull request, thinking through a messy problem, or walking around the room because staring at the screen is not helping. Slack does not know…
Imagine a factory floor. A belt runs through the building. Parts move from one station to the next. One machine cuts. Another bends. Another drills. At the end, someone checks the finished pieces before they are packed into boxes. Some stations are loud and fast. One machine can produce a part every few seconds. Another is slower. Maybe it needs more care. Maybe a person has to inspect each piece…
We have projects that never die. They just orbit. They get discussed, then pushed back, then deprioritized, then they come back next quarter like nothing happened. Each time we plan again. New doc, new angles, same outcome. Nothing ships. The strange part is not that we are slow. It’s that we are busy. Meetings, docs, comments, rewrites. It feels like progress. But if you zoom out, nothing…
I always thought of myself as a coder. Then AI showed up, and for a moment it felt unsettling. Tools like Claude Code made it feel like a skill I had spent years building was being compressed into a prompt box. It felt wrong. Almost unfair. Then I started using it. And I got hooked almost immediately. Not because I stopped caring about software, but because so much of the annoying, energy-draining…
I was listening to a podcast with Jason Fried and he shared a metaphor I haven’t been able to shake. Most founders chase the hockey stick. Up and to the right. Bigger every year. More people, more revenue, more pressure. That image never appealed to him. Instead, he thinks about orbit. A rocket has to work extremely hard at the beginning. It pushes through gravity. It burns fuel. It shakes. There…