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C’est la vie - this beautiful life, it is what it is.

My Vision For Embodied AI

My motorcycle’s front tire and brake pads were due for a change. Over the past few weeks, I called maybe 20 shops to get a quote on labor. Almost all of them said the same thing: about two hours, somewhere between $200 and $300.
“Can I wait on-site?” I'd ask.
“No,” they said every time. “Regulations.”
Fortunately, I eventually found a mechanic who said I could wait. He quoted me one hour of labor and a hundred bucks. Great. I made the appointment, rode over, handed him the bike, and sat down.
20 minutes later, he pushed my bike back out and took my Benjamin.
Welp - now we know why shops don’t like customers waiting on-site.
It’s one thing to charge $300 per hour. It’s another thing to quote three hours at $100 an hour, when the job takes less time than an episode of Family Guy.
In the far future, when embodied AI becomes robust enough, I want to open a garage. I already have a name for it: The Honest Garage.
We’ll only do repeatable work: brake pads and rotors, coolant flushes, differential fluid changes, filters, tires, maybe even automated battery swaps if the world has fully surrendered to EVs by then.
No, we won’t take on heroic jobs. We won’t LS-swap your Porsche 997.
But for the boring, repetitive, yet unavoidable jobs that keep the average American moving, our robots will do the work - and the customer can stay and watch.

In my younger days, I would tear into powersport engines and clutch assemblies without a second thought. But life has seasons, and not every season leaves room for DIY jobs.

Graduation

I was at my best friend’s graduation at PSU, sitting next to his mom. She was struggling to tear open the plastic wrap on a jar of cookies.
"So what are you gonna do next year, now that you aren't pursuing a PhD anymore?" She asked.
"I'm moving to San Fran to start a new life," I said, "I know these two very capable guys and we wanna start a venture together."
She was still looking down, digging her nails into the plastic wrap. Seeing that, I offered, "I'm happy to give it a try."
"No," said my best friend's mom, "I know you're gonna make it eventually. I just know it."

Stadium filled to the brim. And this is only 1/6 of PSU's graduating class.

A (Generally) Reliable Beauty

Some silly little thing on my Porsche broke a few weeks back, so she's been sitting in the shop ever since.
On my Uber ride to pick it up today, I felt an old itch to drive it like I’d just signed all the dealership papers.
Maybe there are only two things we'll ever want in life. What we've already lost, and what we've yet to attain.

My German beauty threw a tantrum on March 28. But even then she looked as gorgeous as ever.

April Fool's

Today is MY day 🤑

Startled some uncs on vacay 😛

In Search of Good Crêpes

Across Lac Léman, in Évian, there’s a crêpery near the ferry. I don’t even know its name, but I can find it with my eyes closed.
It’s a taste I’ve been searching for ever since leaving Switzerland.
At a café in Tahoe, I ordered a crêpe with caramel and butter – just how I liked it in Évian. When it arrived, for a moment I thought I’d found it again.
But after my first bite, I realized, that lost flavor might be gone forever.
Maybe one day I’ll cross “road trip across Europe in a 930 Turbo” off my bucket list and stop in Évian for that same crêpe. But even then, I have a feeling it won’t taste quite the same.

Ate lots of crêpes and ran lots of mischief with this kid back in the day 😛

South Lake Tahoe

I don’t gamble, but I gotta go for a few rounds of Blackjack after skiing.
I don’t drink, and I actually hate going to après.
I do love myself a spa day, so let’s see if I can afford one after this hand of BJ 😼

Enjoying a quiet picnic halfway down a secluded trail.

Notes of Gratitude (3)

Graduation is only a few months away.
My mind keeps circling back to heartwarming moments - especially those tiny ones.
Spring 2024. The gentleman in charge of media relations at Hopkins - Mr. Donovan, I think his name is - connected my project team with CBS News.
On the big day, I was grinding my teeth with nerves, when I looked up and saw Mr. Donovan in the corner. He returned my uneasy gaze with a somewhat goofy ear-to-ear smile.
Just like that, anxiety loosened its grip on me. Then, the interview began.

I know, still looking quite nervous there 😹

Icy Moguls (2)

If you're also passionate about dancing across moguls, you may have heard of this great tip: keep your feet right under your body. But how does one actually do that?
I may have found a clearer, more executable way to rephrase this tip. When you approach each bump, instead of attacking it with the front of your skis, try to give it a very gentle kiss with the rear half of your downhill ski.
Try this out - it may do wonders!

Yours truly, on a rare icy day in Hakuba, Japan 🇯🇵

🫠

「怎麼那一天的我們,
都默默的微笑很久?」

Sharing a giant pastel de nata for breakfast. 云顶 - 河北崇礼

28 Inches! 28!!

No run-ins with the law today.
The law, apparently, also likes them donuts. 😝

Notes of Gratitude (2)

"When I get to Hell or Heaven, can I bring my girl?
'Cause she likes romance, good sex, music, and ruling the world"
- Slicked Back, Zach Bryan
Lately I’ve been sitting for long hours labeling data. I'm grateful that Zach Bryan just dropped - his music made my dull afternoons fly by.
Of all his listener portraits, I doubt Zach Bryan imagined his latest album would end up offering this kind of mental comfort to some guy labeling hours of surgical robotics footage. But here I am, and I wanna say: thank you.

Cowboy boots and six-seven pumpkin.

The Cabin

There's this giant mountain in front of you. On the other side of the mountain is everything you ever wanted.
But right behind you is a cozy cabin. Inside, a steak, hot chocolate, and a warm bed.
Which way would you go?

- Luke Nassif, from our conversation at Harvard Square, Jan. 8, 2026.

Icy Moguls

Hiking up Volcán de Fuego, Antigua, Guatemala.

College Applications

A high schooler asked me today - how did I get into Hopkins 4 years ago. I had no idea, I said.
I applied early decision to Johns Hopkins, so it was one of the very few schools I crafted an application for - that's nowhere near a big enough sample size to draw conclusions about the "how" or "why."
My personal statement was about my love-hate relationship with dirt bikes and motocross. It certainly did not speak to any academic promise. As much as my essay was a gamble, so was the admissions officers' decision to admit me.
I guess these two bets didn't turn out too bad.

College Applications

After the race.

Icy Moguls

On the icy moguls of Stowe, Vermont, I offered a buddy a small piece of advice and watched his confidence grow with every run. What a gratifying feeling.
Don’t fight the ice. Don’t try to stop where nothing will hold us.
Allow it to carry us forward.
Wait for the soft places - the pockets of powder -
and slow down there, where the mountain finally gives us something to stand on.

Icy Moguls

Stowe, Vermont, above the clouds.

Notes of Gratitude (1)

Gratitude, I believe, is one of the ingredients for inner peace.
Starting today, I'll be noting small things I'm grateful for - sometimes tiny things.
Here's the first: I'm thankful for the driver ahead of me on snowy mountain roads.
They go first, over the chaos hidden in slush and ice,
and, without ever knowing me,
guide me safely to the ski hill -
and back home again.

Notes of Gratitude

Meet my truck, Christy.

Tribute - Summer 2025