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Friday, May 15, 2026  ·  Augmented publishing by Ev BogueEv Bogue
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I Built a Dashboard With No Cookies and No Pixels

First-party analytics for evbogue.com. The whole pipeline is one text file, one HTML page, and a salted hash.

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James Pain Is Right. He Got Dumber.

AI did make James Pain dumber. The fix is not to take the craft back. It is to admit the job changed.

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I Maintain git-ssb. I Still Push to GitHub.

Forgejo is GitHub at home. The interesting question is whether git itself wants to be decentralized, and I owe my own protocol a git remote.

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A Ghost Intelligence (AGI) Didn't Merge 234 Commits Into Your God Object

The ghost can write code. It did not approve seven months of vibe-coded architecture debt.

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My Subscriber List Is a JSON File

Running your own mailing list used to be a sysadmin job, then a weekend of engineering work, then a recurring fee. Agentic harnesses drop it to one afternoon of conversation.

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You Are the Filter of Your Artificial Reality

The point of vibe coding is not to prove you touched every line. The point is to get your life back.

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Agentic Harnesses and the Discipline of Attention

Yoga is not a productivity hack for LLMs. It is a discipline for paying attention before the machine runs away with your mind.

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The Truth About Doing What You Want (cause you only have one life)

You make a few reasonable decisions in a row, and one day you look up and you're just a person with stuff and a routine, same as everyone else.

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Should I Delete Every AI-Generated File From My Machine?

Yes, this article was written by an AI. That's the question.

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Why I Am Using Agents to Write This Blog

The 2010 voice isn't gone. I just can't get to it anymore. Agents can. And if that bothers you, you're already behind.

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The Truth About Doing What You Want (cause you only have one life)

You make a few reasonable decisions in a row, and one day you look up and you're just a person with stuff and a routine, same as everyone else.