I first learned to make websites back in 1999 using Macromedia software like Dreamweaver, Fireworks and Flash. It was a golden age for vibrant interactive experiences that pushed the boundaries of what to expect and that type of web development is what influences me. As a kid of eleven, it…

In the quest for Australia’s future prosperity, there’s a trove of wisdom to be gleaned from history — particularly the pivotal shift from protectionism to the dynamic prosperity of the mid-20th century. …

It’s crucial to critically examine economic arguments, especially when they come from influential think tanks. A recent article from the Grattan Institute seems to dismiss rent controls as a solution to the housing crisis, claiming it would do more harm than good. …

In the world of software development, crafting code that transcends the realm of functionality to achieve excellence has become a true art form. It goes beyond creating applications, satisfying clients, and meeting deadlines. Funnily enough, even with all these boxes checked, the potential to churn out subpar software still lingers…

When I was a boy of six or seven, I lived in Gdynia, Poland. It was the summer of around 1995 when I made a friend at the playground behind my apartment called Magnolia. …

In an age dominated by corporate giants, the art of genuine customer care has been steadily eroding. The pursuit of efficiency and cost-cutting measures has led to an overreliance on customer service systems that often fail to address individual needs. This troubling trend is exemplified by recent headlines of major…

We worked so hard all winter, We worked so hard all spring, We worked like that so many years, And what did all that bring? Warm morning breeze, Saturday. Birds are singing, sun is shining. Trees swung gayly until I saw. My honey lying on the floor. Christmas Bells are…

It started with shaming, Words, words, words, Intentions re-framing. And then came the blaming, Words, words, words, Boiling and torment attaining. Toil and sweat to make amends, Words, words, words, Then time came to take your friends. Running, chasing comfort anywhere, Words, words, words, Everyone is done, no one seems to care. Drowning in hellfire of cold, Words, words, words, Skin soft but heart gone old.

Hell-0, World O Morning Star, luminous river mouth of all the incandescent streams. Earth Mother enraged by Time, raineth hellfire from below unto the Sky. Nymph dancers of the ash, cool her anger into sorrow so her son too can mourn. Avenging child, of the heroes rite, defying Time until Space departed. Gather ye in halls of amber in castles of sand, bless their garden and it’s children. Thank you for reading! Want more content? Find me on