Hello
I’m Adrian. I’m a program manager in Seattle, a Texan originally, and a person who has recently noticed that all of his hobbies are round.
I live in Seattle with my wife Kylie and our two dogs, Aurora and Oliver, who between them have opinions about the mail, the vacuum, and precisely when dinner should happen. We’ve made a home here, but I was born and raised in San Antonio, and it still shows up in how I talk and what I think a taco should cost.
The work
I run programs. The short version of what that means: I’m the person who figures out what has to be true for a thing to ship, who needs to know what and when, and where the plan is quietly lying to everyone. It’s a job that rewards being genuinely curious about other people’s work, which suits me, because I’ve never been able to stop asking how things are put together.
I studied Digital Communication at the University of Texas at San Antonio. That degree is a reasonable description of the through line: I have always been more interested in the seam between technology and the people using it than in either one alone.
How I got here
It started with racing games on a beige family computer in the nineties — not the driving so much as the fiddling. Frame rates, graphics settings, the constant low-grade project of making the machine do slightly more than it wanted to.
Then I picked up a camera, which turned into yearbook, which turned into a genuine stint at journalism and the discovery that I liked the deadline part. Around the same time smartphones arrived and I fell hard for the strangest branch of that family tree: Palm’s webOS. I reviewed apps for the TouchPad, a tablet that was on sale for forty-nine days before HP killed it. It was a better operating system than it was a business, and I’ve been a sucker for that particular combination ever since.
The cameras stuck. The writing comes and goes. This site is an attempt to make it come more than it goes.
Lately
I’ve been collecting circular things, apparently as a policy. Records on one side of the room, disc golf discs by the door. I play disc golf as an amateur — PDGA #304121 — which mostly means I own more plastic than my rating justifies and I’m at peace with that.
The rest of the time I’m out with a camera somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, or putting a record on, or being informed by a dog that it is, in fact, dinner time.