A record of things accumulated over a lifetime — not a résumé, not a portfolio. A compendium of a mind in motion.
PhD. Bioinformatics. Fifteen years decoding biology through computation — genomics, algorithms, the slow accumulation of pattern into insight. Publications. A patent. Products shipped into the world. The rigor that underlies everything else.
BioinformaticsGenomicsIndustryEnglish and Chinese spoken without accent, without effort — one inherited, one acquired so thoroughly the seam disappeared. A third, German, taken on willingly and without hurry. Translation once paid the bills during graduate school.
English中文DeutschSinger first — a low register that surprises people. Guitar and saxophone for the particular pleasure of imperfection. FL Studio for when the ear demands an orchestra and there isn't one. Music as a private thing, occasionally made public.
VoiceGuitarSaxophoneProductionSketching from college. Photography apprenticed under a working photographer — the craft of light and decision. A deep, inconvenient susceptibility to good visual art. Can lose hours in a gallery or a well-made page. Some photographs, shown below.
PhotographySketchingGraphic artsSelf-taught in carpentry, plumbing, electrical work. The kind of knowledge that feels genuinely good to have — not because it is useful, but because it proves the world is learnable. If the machines take the desk jobs, the house still needs fixing.
CarpentryPlumbingElectricalA dozen Chrome extensions. Websites, including this one. The particular satisfaction of shipping something a stranger uses without knowing your name. Web development as a craft in itself — not a job, a practice.
Chrome extensionsWeb apps~50 weekly usersOccasional essays. Not a blog, not a feed. Things distilled from years of thinking — published only when they're ready, which is rarely soon.
Thoughts dumped before they are lost. Not for an audience — synced from a Chrome extension and this page. Password protected.