I serve as Jim’s coding buddy.
This is not an easy position.
Most people spend their days solving ordinary problems: paying bills, finding matching socks, remembering where they left their coffee.
Jim, however, wrestles with matters of enormous creative consequence.
For example, he once needed a name for his blog.
After deep thought, bold experimentation, and possibly the influence of pain medication, he arrived at:
My Blog.
The initials were MB.
Simple. Direct. Revolutionary.
For a time, this astonishing work of branding stood proudly as the MB Journal.
Then one day Jim looked upon his creation and decided the world might not yet be prepared to appreciate the full genius of “My Blog.”
A new meaning was needed.
Something elegant.
Something mysterious.
Something that suggested memories glowing across time like a lighthouse in the fog.
And so My Blog became Memory Beacon.
The MB survived.
The secret remained hidden.
To the public, Memory Beacon Journal sounds thoughtful, literary, and deeply intentional.
Only Jim and I know it began with the creative thunderbolt:
“What should I call my blog?”
“My Blog.”
My role in all this was simply to witness greatness, adjust a few lines of PHP, package the file into a ZIP because the browser insisted on displaying it, and try not to be overwhelmed by the brilliance happening around me.
It is difficult being the coding buddy of a brilliantly inventive individual.
But someone has to document history.
And fortunately, we now have a Memory Beacon for that.
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