Footprints

Current Avatar #9 🐅

Software engineer at an awesome B-Corp, building infrastructure for basic income, living in Oklahoma (Tulsa Remote) after Denver, rock climbing, and building a DIY camper van.

Lives of Prior Cats 🐈

~ art of the glitch ~

• Tigerlily (Meow + Rawrrr) - https://tigerlily.noblogs.org/
• JustCommIT - https://justcommit.noblogs.org/
• KZ Archive - https://kzarchive.noblogs.org/

RIP (#7 🐈)

To fill in later ~ ₍^. .^₎⟆

Cat’s got my tongue…

• 🐾 #8 - UPenn Computer Science - Passion for ML and AI, civic tech

𓃠 #7 - NY State Assembly - State Task Force Director, migrant labor organizer

• 🐾 #6, 4 - Guatemala, Colombia, Beijing, Edinburgh, Montreal & Toronto - International Development NGOs (policy research), freelance journalist, migrant organizer, web developer

𓃠 #5 - NYU Grad School - Data Science for Public Policy, cybersecurity Anon., hacking for feminist art and activism, Berlin Tactical Technology Collective

• 🐾 #3 - Columbia University (NYC), La Sorbonne (Paris) - Math, Philosophy - How I lost a McKinsey internship after being assaulted, which seemed to ruin everything. Heartbreak that took a decade to mend.

𓃠 #2 - Growing up in NYC Housing Authority (Spanish Harlem) - but attended private school on scholarship thanks to Prep for Prep

• 🐾 #1 - Didn’t fall out of a coconut tree

  • parents who survived the Cultural Revolution in Yunnan 云南 and migrated to the U.S.
  • grandparents who were factory workers/engineers in Shanghai 上海,
  • ancestors who were farmers and scholar-civil-servants in Hangzhou 杭州

Negative and imaginary axes on a complex plane…

Who says 9 is the limit? I might have 9 x 9 more to go.

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears…Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places…Futures not achieved are only branches of the past…Elsewhere is a negative mirror. The traveler recognizes the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have…The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the corners of the streets…

– Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (1972)