Bottom Line: Building an AI system is surprisingly easy compared with cleaning one up. The hard part is not deleting old code. It is deciding which lessons, safeguards, and proven workflows deserve to survive. This sentence is the publication verification marker for the AI Factory cleanup article. When Experimentation Works a Little Too Well Give an AI agent enough time, Git access, a few APIs, some Python, and a mildly obsessive human operator, and eventually you do not have a project anymore. You have an archaeological site. There are working tools. Half-working tools. Experiments that became production systems without anyone officially declaring them production systems. Old branches containing one brilliant idea buried under hundreds of outdated files. Documentation describing architectures that stopped being true months ago. New systems that solved problems the old systems were specifically designed to solve. Then someone asks the terrifyingly simple question: “Can we cle...

I Hired an AI to Help Me Build the AI That Helps Me Finish What the First AI Started Bottom Line: I am experimenting with a simple development workflow: use the most capable AI for the hard engineering, and use a local AI running on my own computer for the repetitive work. There is a point in every automation project where you realize something slightly ridiculous has happened. You started using artificial intelligence because you wanted to save time. Then you built an automation to save more time. Then that automation needed maintenance. So you brought in another AI to help maintain the first automation. And suddenly you are sitting at your desk thinking: I hired an AI to help me build the AI that helps me finish what the first AI started. Welcome to Project Attila. What Project Attila Is Attila is deliberately small. It is not an AI writer, not a giant social-media dashboard, and not another all-in-one marketing platform. The idea is straightforward: bring ...

Michigan Baseball • 30th Season 30 Years of Luglife! Baseball, Big Lug, Honolulu Blue and three decades of Lansing memories at Jackson Field. Bottom line: Thirty years after the Lansing Lugnuts first took the field, the formula still works: summer weather, minor-league baseball, a ridiculous mascot, a giveaway you suddenly cannot live without, and another memory added to three decades of Luglife. Thirty years is a long time for anything to survive, especially something built around summer nights, foul balls, mascot chaos, cheap beer and the stubborn belief that a minor-league baseball game can still feel like a major event. That is basically the story of the Lansing Lugnuts. Tonight, sitting above the field at Jackson Field while the grounds crew finished its work and the late-August sun stretched across the infield, the anniversary suddenly felt less like a number printed on a logo and more like a piece of Lansing history that is still alive. ...

We came to Columbus with two e-bikes, a birthday, and a loose plan. We left with a route through the city that no standard weekend itinerary would have given us. Our Columbus trip ran from Wednesday, August 12, through the weekend, with an apartment near 431 West Rich Street in Franklinton as the center of everything. We were close to the Scioto, close to downtown, and close enough to restaurants and breweries that even the days without a long ride still felt connected to the city. The e-bikes changed the scale of the trip. Columbus did not arrive as separate neighborhoods visited by car. It unfolded continuously: Franklinton into the riverfront, German Village into downtown, downtown into Ohio State, and the Olentangy corridor north toward Clintonville and the Park of Roses. That continuity became the real story. Wednesday: learning the neighborhood We arrived around midday and began at Club 185, an authentic neighborhood bar where Columbus felt local bef...

By the time we reached Parlay, we had already ridden to the Park of Roses, stopped for cold-brew martinis, and visited Wolf's Ridge. Naturally, we decided the sensible next step was food, beer, and nearly eight innings of baseball. Friday evening began at Parlay, where the photo timeline places us with the menu at 5:13 p.m. After the northbound e-bike ride, we wanted shareable food and drinks before walking into Huntington Park. Parlay was the reset Our order covered the bar-food bases: Bang Bang Shrimp, vegetables with dip, and wings. The shrimp brought the sweet-spicy richness, the wings supplied the expected game-night comfort, and the vegetables let us pretend balance had entered the conversation. We paired the food with a Michelob Ultra and a Garage Beer. That local can mattered. One of the pleasures of a Columbus trip built around bars and breweries is seeing how the city's drinks follow you from dedicated taprooms into ordinary restaurant st...

Our second major Columbus ride had one simple direction: north. The Park of Roses was the destination, but the return trip—cold-brew martinis, a brewery stop, and the first signs that our energy had limits—became just as important. Friday began in the River & Rich courtyard. At 12:29 p.m., the photos show the familiar mural, grills, and shared outdoor space near our Franklinton apartment. The bikes were ready, and this time we were not building another ten-stop loop. We were following the river and trail system toward Clintonville. From our home base, the Park of Roses was roughly a seven-to-eight-mile ride each way, depending on the exact trail connections and detours. On e-bikes, that meant a comfortable outing rather than an endurance test—at least on paper. Following Columbus north The Scioto and Olentangy corridors are what made this trip work on two wheels. Instead of spending the entire ride negotiating city streets, we could use long stretches of p...

After ten Columbus stops by e-bike, my birthday dinner needed two things: enough flavor to wake us back up and a dessert large enough to count as an event. We returned to our Franklinton apartment around 3:00 p.m. after completing the full birthday ride. The route had taken us through Scioto Audubon, German Village, downtown, Goodale Park, Ohio State, and back. We rested just long enough to become functional again, then pointed ourselves toward dinner. The evening became a two-stop contrast: modern Asian-American bar food at Cobra, followed by old-school German Village dessert at Schmidt's. Happy hour at Cobra Cobra calls itself an Asian-American neighborhood bar, serving food and drinks in a laid-back, upbeat room at 684 South High Street in the Brewery District. Our first photos inside were taken just after 4:00 p.m., an early dinner that made perfect sense after the ride. We ordered from the happy-hour specials: dumplings, chicken, and dan dan ...