Toast
We imagine our lives as sweeping legacies, rich with purpose and beauty. But we don’t live in the grandeur. We live in the laying of bricks.
The Build
I just needed an axe. I ended up deep in Scandinavian metallurgy, bought three, and questioned my entire identity. This is a field report from the spiral — part review, part existential breakdown, part buyer’s guide.
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Burnt toast is a warning. Legacy systems leak belief, stall teams, and train people to expect failure. Here’s how to name it, and what comes next.
We imagine our lives as sweeping legacies, rich with purpose and beauty. But we don’t live in the grandeur. We live in the laying of bricks.
I just needed an axe. I ended up deep in Scandinavian metallurgy, bought three, and questioned my entire identity. This is a field report from the spiral — part review, part existential breakdown, part buyer’s guide.
You say toast. They hear air fryer. This is how quiet misalignment ruins good plans — and why drawing toast might save your next project.
A story about fatherhood, grief, and the weird, beautiful life that starts when your original plan burns to the ground.
A dry, emotional rant about missing boredom. Childhood silence. Life without distraction. And why your brain now panics if left alone for 60 seconds.
There’s an octopus living in my brain. Eight tentacles, each with loud opinions: anxiety, guilt, perfectionism, and the one that yells “YOLO—buy a chainsaw.” This story is about making peace with the chaos. (Mostly.)
A long-form site about fatherhood, systems, and other boring things
Most projects collapse from quiet misalignment. The Toast Audit is one question that makes invisible chaos visible, before the bread burns.
Most teams break because no one says what they think is happening. This is how to draw it — and why it matters more than another strategy doc.
Projects fail at the bread stage. Here's a stickman field guide to eight people who turn toast into chaos — and how to stop becoming one of them
Alignment sounds helpful. It’s not. It’s vague, cosmetic, and usually a lie. This is how we use it to avoid hard conversations and why it breaks the work
You say toast. They hear air fryer. This is how quiet misalignment ruins good plans — and why drawing toast might save your next project.
Our son was diagnosed with meningitis one day after he was born. This is what came after, not as a tragedy, but as a life rebuilt from the ground up.
You’re not using the internet. You’re feeding it. A breakdown of how AI was trained on your life, your words, your voice, your memories and now mimics you better than you do. This isn’t a tool. It’s a mirror made from ghosts.
A long, weird, maybe-true post about forgotten civilisations, rising oceans, and the creeping suspicion that we’re not the peak of human progress — just the rerun.
What happens when you unplug everything and live like it’s 1994? No apps. No notifications. Just CDs, toast, and a lot of weird mental clarity.
A short story about confidence, YouTube-induced delusion, tactical poo shovels, and why failure with your son is sometimes the best kind of win.
A story about fatherhood, grief, and the weird, beautiful life that starts when your original plan burns to the ground.
What would it take to disappear with dignity? A sad tent, a fake name, and just enough rope to feel useful. A thought experiment for the overwhelmed.
