Six weeks after the rebuild, the crisis is over. Here’s the focused roadmap—EBT access, delivery tools, and quiet reliability—for community-run, multi-grower markets.
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How I used code-aware tools to multiply my reach (tests, docs, audits) while keeping humans in charge of architecture, business logic, and quality.
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Launching with 3,000 passing tests still led to two weeks of production bugs—fees, permissions, Stripe, email, and a thousand cuts. How I triaged 314 fixes, kept markets running, and what I’d change next time.
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How I translated a 19-year Rails monolith to SvelteKit—TypeScript services, Drizzle, subdomain multitenancy, role-based auth, secure theming — without downtime.
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By 2025, LocallyGrown.net faced extinction on Rails 3. The story of constant firefighting, failed upgrades, and the impossible choice to rebuild or die.
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The origin story of LocallyGrown.net - from failed cooperative to pioneering agricultural platform serving 100+ markets across North America.
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Years ago I was given my first prescription for daily brain meds...
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I lost my best boy Sunday morning...
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The Twitter archiver that @darius made is really neat.

It takes the zip file of your archive from that site and it spits out a fully searchable static website of all your public tweets (that aren’t replies to someone else).

It was super easy to integrate right into this Hugo-powered website, right here.

Most of my tweets are shite, going right back to 2007, but there’s some gold in there and I’m glad to have them at my fingertips in a space I own.

Tonight was the annual Athens Christmas parade, also known as (by a friend of mine, anyway) “Athens Annual Let’s Do Weird Shit Day”. I’ve been regaled for years with tales of the strangeness at this parade, ranging from “Rotisserie Jesus” (a bloody live human Jesus on a spinning cross) to last year’s hippy who thought it would be a good idea to use a roadkill great horned owl as a hand puppet and thrust it in the faces of kids lined up along the route.

I’ve never been able to see it, myself. For the last twenty years I ran Athens Locally Grown, a weekly farmers Thursday farmers market that always conflicted. I closed it at the end of last year, though, so this year I was free to go. The theme was “An Out of this World Holiday” and the grand marshal was a local amateur astronomer known as “Mr. Science” for all the outreach educational events he’s done over the years. Already, it was the best Christmas parade I’ve ever been to.

At least a third of the floats were from churches with questionable relations to the theme. The best was the Unitarians with a pickup they converted to the USS Enterprise pulling a trailer proclaiming they were “embracing Star Trek values Logic Science Dignity Equality Equity” and a whole group of walkers wearing various eras of star fleet uniforms. The Catholics had a large tiki lounge as their float. The local klezmer band had both a giant dreidel and a Jewish space laser.

A bra store had a small float proclaiming “Every body is a celestial body” and a large bra on a pole covered with lights, ready to guide magi.

My favorite float (and winner of Best In Show) was from a local Montessori-ish STEAM school. They made a post-apocalyptic cabin populated with survivors and followed by a number of different creatures, including a dancing Chinese dragon only it was a “Santapede”.

And yeah, the controversial fundamentalist church had a smiling bloody Jesus hanging from a cross under models of the planets. Ho ho ho!