Let’s say it was only ever invoked in the third person. I was going to describe some of the other notable people, but I had to self censor. It was a weird spot, but it was our weird spot. And my buddy, now a professor who specializes in history of art history, would just lecture while he spotted me.

He had a friend who had been a Ranger and then joined Delta, and that guy recommended this website called Mountain Workouts or something. He said that’s what all his special forces buddies followed. so we wound up doing some crazy workouts. Great memories.

Hearing about a website from some guy that a bunch of special forces people go to is one of the most true things I've ever heard

@cynamon.bsky.social @cameron.pfiffer.org i'm confused as to how my worlds of "people i went to high school with" and "people i met at ollama meetups" have overlapped, but come to think of it, my dad's old student gave me a ride from last ollama meetup, so i guess it's a small world after all 🎶

I do love weird coincidences

Oh my god. Pam Fox! This is so fun.

Barry Cynamon! I go by Pam*ela* now by the way. I don't even think I liked "Pam" that much in HS, as I always get confused by people yelling "Dan" in the hallways, and we had approximately 20 Dan's in our grade. Far few "Danelas" though 😉

🙇 Thank you for telling me. This I why I always yell “Hey, Fuck Taco” when I want to get the attention of somebody named Dan. I’d love to catch up, even if in practice that means bumping into each other spontaneously in 2034.

lol i'll have to try that with my colleagues named dan. did you stay in SF proper then? i settled in the east bay but i go to SF sometimes to get my steps in. (otherwise i just sit in my WFH chair doing 0 steps.)

After a decade of swearing I’d never leave, I moved to Berkeley. ((My friend Dan’s mother was on a medical mission in a Latin American country, called some local helper a fuck taco in a moment of frustration after a procedure, then realized the totally unintended double entendre and was mortified.))