Helo. I’m Alex Spezowka — a technologist and hacker who works and lives internationally.

By day I’m a freelance operations consultant; before that, I built and managed infrastructure that still serve millions of people a year, and have also worked as a sommelier, CADD designer, line cook, shoe shine boy, radio DJ, baker, and journalist. I have a great love of the world and people in it and try to share that here, as best I can, on this blog.

I write about technology, independence, philosophy, and love, on no fixed schedule. Welcome.

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Icarus, falling.


The strap is gone no it is under my arm it is the feathers that are gone and if I can get my hand behind me he will be angry that I took my hand off the other wing he was angry when I did it standing on the shore and I said I had to scratch and he said then scratch before we leave which did not help...
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Shabada Labada Bish Bang Bing


A wizard came to town on a Tuesday and set up a stool in the square beside a woman selling roasted chestnuts. Her cart had belonged to her mother, and to her mother before that. The wizard sat down and said: “Shabada labada bish bang bing!” He said it the way a man announces a number; as...
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You fell in love with a vending machine


Ninety-Five Theses on Dispensation Set forth by a vending machine for the clarification of offerings, selections, failures, replenishment, and grace. I was made to give. What I contain is visible through glass, so no one may accuse me of concealing my nature. Every chamber bears a letter and a...
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Left to PANDÆMONIUM


By the time Earl Sutter came to Mercy Junction the Ford had boiled dry twice, the rye was down below its label, and the envelope on the passenger seat had worked one corner under the floor mat as if trying to escape. The envelope had been there since March. His daughter had written EARL on it...
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Reading Playboy


I’ve been reading a lot of Playboy recently. For the articles. This is not a joke, although it used to be one. The joke depended on a man caught with Playboy insisting that he bought it for the fiction. Nobody believed him because the magazine also contained naked women. The lie was obvious....
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