The author actually got over self-conscious Chaoist stuff a while ago in favor of cooking and looking at cat pictures. Revisiting philosophy is usually conducted in back alleyways, where cash and queries are exchanged furtively for paper-wrapped copies of the Cryptonomicon and Faust. Most days, however, a broken server, a copy of Routing TCP/IP and a venti chai are a lot more entertaining than chasing the notional demons of ages past.

Prone to poetry, upright in pursuit of good writing.