A new home for my thoughts. Built with my own hands. What a treat. I've yearned for many years to have my own little corner of the internet where I can blast my thoughts out into the atmosphere.
Something compelled me over the course of this last weekend to satiate that yearning. That and my shiny new claude-code max plan I suppose.
Whatever the reason, we're here now, and the world is our oyster.
p.s. the etymology of the phrase "the world is our oyster" traces back to Shakespeare, where a swaggering Falstaff imagines the world as an oyster he can pry open for hidden treasure — a rough, salt-sprayed image that time has polished into our gentler promise of boundless possibility.