Life isn’t measured by the computers I’ve built or the servers I’ve managed. It’s measured by the people I’ve known, the places I’ve called home, the mistakes I’ve made, and the stories I’ve collected along the way. From growing up in Ocean City and life at the Jersey Shore to surfing, old trucks, computers, house parties, family, friendships, and a career in technology, these are the stories that made me who I am.
Some are funny. Some are nostalgic. Some probably seemed completely ordinary when they happened. Together, they’re my life.log.
Ocean City isn’t only a summer town. One snowy winter, we grabbed the kids’ bodyboards and headed for the boardwalk—not to ride waves, but to turn a snow-covered boardwalk ramp into our neighborhood sledding hill.
I was standing in the alley behind Voltaco’s when I watched a stranger drive away in Joe’s truck, staring directly at me. Seconds later, Joe came running out and told me a man had put a shotgun in his face. One ordinary closing night in Ocean City had suddenly become a story I’d never forget.
Growing up in Ocean City, New Jersey meant living in a true year-round beach town. This isn’t a story about disliking the shore—it’s about remembering the community that raised me and reflecting on how every hometown changes with time.
My 1996 Ford Ranger was supposed to be a simple old truck I could drive and enjoy. Instead, it turned into overheating problems, questionable previous repairs, months in the shop, and a repair bill that would make plenty of people walk away. But I’m fixing it anyway. (Update 8/24/26 Sill in the shop, mechanic says…
One innocent question, twelve terminal windows, an old Dell with a new job, and somehow cow ghee. A look at what happens when “I’m just going to check one thing” turns into another completely unnecessary adventure.
One innocent trip through Google Maps somehow turned into ancient petroglyphs, an Indian fort, restaurant menus, and eventually cow ghee arriving at my house. A completely normal journey through the internet—or at least normal for me.
