On my road trip I found the house I was born in (literally iykyk) and lived in for the first five or so years of my life. Wild that I can still bring up some memories - picking honeysuckle on the side of the house, a flimsy metal swing set in the backyard, sitting in a high chair and throwing plum pits at my brother across the table, but I also remember the driveway and garage as big and scary. Memories are such strange things and can evoke such odd feelings.

maybe tangential... but those semis are a perfect example of this:

Cohost of /gmfarcaster, a live stream Farcaster news show.  Engineer. Mom x 3.

Pragmatism (Security) at OP Labs.
Prev: ConsenSys & Coinbase.

Attribs: Friendly, curious, introverted, mid-witted.
Chans: /eth-security /maurelian /stoicism




I love tangents. In fact that’s almost the whole point about why I share random crap here is so y’all can throw your tangents at me and I can discover more beauty in the world so thank you very much sir !

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Hahaha. I love this. 1111 $tipn . I feel like I might be afflicted by the same thing haha

I am afflicted with persistent tangent distraction syndrome. One of my former principals described what I did in class as "Going on one of your bird walks." Like, "Oh look! A pretty bird." walk a little further, "Did you see that one?"