A ten-minute reconstruction of the November 21, 1980 MGM Grand fire in Las Vegas: the spark in The Deli, a guest who walks out of the casino just ahead of the flames, a guest on the 21st floor who never hears an alarm, and how smoke killed 61 people in a tower the fire never reached.
From one shouted sentence in a Boston workshop in 1876 to a phone on the kitchen wall, in about seventy years: the first call, the first exchange, the first operators, the switch built by an undertaker, party lines, the dial and the keypad. With a note on what is documented and what is legend.
I used to carry Windows, drivers, and half a repair shop in a giant CD binder. Now I talk to my phone and the computers do the walking.
From August 27 to September 26 I ran my IT business and my house with two AI coding agents. They logged 2,197 sessions and 136,476 tool actions and shipped 65 projects. Here’s the whole month, straight from the logs.
How Claude and I set up remote ADB over Tailscale that survives every reboot, so my AI can fix settings, clean up notifications and push app updates to my phones from anywhere. Plus the traps we fell into on the way.
I asked AI to check whether attractions would allow my electric scooter. It sent a formal mobility-aid request to a 136-year-old mansion—and the museum had receipts.
How Pueblo’s KGHF transmitter plant became Hwy 50 Autoplex—and how a kid grew up beside an operating AM transmitter.
I photographed unexplained boxes on Pueblo utility poles, asked Black Hills Energy what they were, and later found commercial covert cameras built to look exactly like transformers and electrical equipment.
A brain without a manual. A body with other plans.
I run an IT business. Lately, getting things fixed feels suspiciously like having a conversation.