A record of things accumulated over a lifetime — not a résumé, not a portfolio. A compendium of a mind in motion.
A life spent at the edge of biology and computation. The questions that kept me up — what hides in a genome, what patterns emerge from noise — happened to coincide with a career. Fifteen years of slow accumulation.
BioinformaticsGenomicsIndustryTwo languages that feel like two different minds occupying the same body. English and Chinese — not translated into each other, but lived in. A third, German, for the pleasure of the slowness.
English中文DeutschA low register that surprises people — singer first. Guitar and saxophone for the pleasure of imperfection. FL Studio when the ear demands an orchestra. And a listening practice that runs alongside all of it.
VoiceGuitarSaxophoneProductionA deep, inconvenient susceptibility to good visual art. Sketching from college. Photography learned under a working photographer. A collector's habit of saving images that stop me in my tracks.
PhotographySketchingGraphic artsSelf-taught in carpentry, plumbing, electrical. The kind of knowledge that feels genuinely good — not because it is useful, but because making things with your hands proves the world is still understandable.
CarpentryPlumbingElectricalTools built for myself that turned out to be useful for others. A dozen Chrome extensions with some quiet weekly users. This site. The particular satisfaction of shipping something that works without needing to explain itself.
Chrome extensionsWeb apps~50 weekly usersNot reviews. Films that opened something — the ones I keep returning to, years after first watching, because they changed how I see. A private record of moving pictures that moved something.
Occasional 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.
Nothing written here yet.