@mcclowes Blog

Coding agents made parallel work cheap.

What's the point of MCP?

I don't think the terminal is going to die.

I recently put a name to a kind of product design I care about: functional elegance.

I've been building Saggar, a standalone terminal app shaped around projects rather than a pile of disconnected windows.

A native macOS IDE & LLM harness build for readability and collaboration.

I've never heard a paying SaaS customer complain that their subscription subsidizes free users.

Nobody writes machine code anymore.

lif Shafak says she finds it easier to write sorrow and grief in Turkish, her mother tongue, and comedy and satire in English.

A lot of new AI coding tools seem to be built around the same idea: start a thread, keep feeding it work, and let it run forever.

I gave a talk at Write The Docs London a few weeks back, to a room full of technical writers.

Clipped is a lightweight, native macOS clipboard manager.

I know an alchemical art which is as ancient as man.

When Mozilla quietly wound Pocket down, a lot of people lost the only read-it-later tool they'd ever really trusted.

We brighten our eyes to the smell of wildness and singed sausages and consider the day's lavender-clouded possibilities.

Weeping was my lot.

The ceaseless body carries on when perhaps you should stop and plot a route.

play in car park____________ _____chasing her____________ __shrieks___________________ with ultrasonic laughter____ _________dandelion eyes aglow _____oblique blurs___________ ____________________alert___ __she smells___left_____shape smells right________…

Spec-driven development means treating a written specification as the source of truth: define the intended behavior first, then implement and validate the code against it.

Hoochie grumpy bumblebee!

If I were you, I just wouldn’t take it.

Lonely Robin plays pizzicato, punctuating hushed half-light, dream breaker.

Her tears rest heavy on her earthen cheek, suffused in dark bereavement, pools of grief, for Life fled weary from our future, bleak in futile lessons learned upon the leaf: For forty days of petrichor, deserved, my sodden friends bent, grey in ritual; sti…