Thoughts on a New Room

Graphic representing an large office high rise being demolished 
I have a space of four walls
between me and the world
It is a mess but it is mine
A private kingdom
A world all my own
A place to hide, to think, to play
It may never see another soul,
it matters not, for it is mine.

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By Daniel Dickinson

I’ve had quite an interesting (read challenging) life and managed to do some pretty good work despite all of that. On this site, however, I am mostly focused on topics that are either personal or political, rather than ‘real work’ like firmware development, web development, work history, and the various professional and hobby activities that are what far too many folks see as the only things that make a person’s life valuable or make a person’s life matter.

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