2026-03-24 08:00:00
Ridgeline subscribers —
I love Nagasaki. The more I visit, the more I love it. It’s a city with a historical and cultural depth and complexity you don’t find in most big cities, let alone mid-sized cities. It rewards multiple explorations, and I look forward to exploring more of the city and prefecture at large in future trips.
If you’ve never been to Nagasaki, you should go. And if you haven’t been in a while, you should head back!
2026-03-21 08:00:00
Roden Readers —
Hello! It’s me, Craig Mod. Author of TBOT (amzn | bkshp). Poking my head out into newsletter land. This? Roden, a newsletter you signed up for at some point. Perhaps last week, perhaps fourteen years ago, when I started shooting these out.
I’ve been busy. I’ve been doing something that I’m bad at and am trying to get better at: I’ve been having fun (and trying not to be crushed by the guilt of having fun). I went to LA and then Santa Fe and then Hokkaido with the binding agent of: eating great food with people I love. In Santa Fe I spent a few days meditating at Mountain Cloud Zen Center (more on that below; also, yes, fly from Japan to Santa Fe for Zen; also also, turns out the headquarters of their school is around the corner from my home ha ha ha). My body loves Santa Fe. Loves the crispness of the air. The elevation (once it gets used to it). The sharp light. The salsa. I spent a few mornings writing in Collected Works and generally came away from the whole visit thinking: I’d like to head back, eat More Salsa, spend more time in that corner of the US. In LA, I went deep on LLMs and Claws and all that with Kevin Rose (and also met some Hollywood-adjacent folks about book optioning), eating lots of Doordash’d Gwyneth Paltrow slop bowls and making software. I have to say, these three weeks of doofery have been some of the most fun weeks I’ve had in years. So, thanks for indulging me a bit of newsletter silence as I pretended to be a human out in the wild.
2026-03-13 08:00:00
I’m software bonkers: I can’t stop thinking about software. And I can’t stop building software.
I’ve always been opinionated about how software should work. Mainly, it should be fast. The bounds of it should be “knowable.” The contract you have with it should be “sane” (i.e., you just own it). But I’m busy, and I’m an OK-but-not-great coder. So all of these software opinions largely stayed locked in my noggin. Then, a year ago, Claude Code appeared.
2026-03-12 08:00:00
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Hello from Toyohashi, a city between nowhere and somewhere else. A Tōkaidō city I’ve walked through on my two trips back and forth between Kyoto and Tokyo. A city with a space shuttle on top of a building and the letters USA strangely emblazoned below.
On both of my Tōkaidō walks, one particular bit of Toyohashi has stood out to me and has intrigued me in ways few other little bits along the old road have: A stretch of shotengai called (variously) Daiho Shoten or the Suijyō Buildings — literally, “Above the water.”
2026-02-22 08:00:00
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I like the blue skies of early January Kanto Japan. It’s usually warm, certainly in the sun. Looking out at that winter ocean heals a feral heart. Starting the year off with a mega walk is never a bad idea. Muscles, ya got ‘em. Legs, they work. So, that’s how this year started.
Trained to Misaki-guchi — a cute little town on the tip of the Miura Peninsula. Then from there: A bus into the village proper. (The train drops you quite a ways away from the fun.) Eight years ago a friend and I stayed at a hostel in town on December 30, and then walked the whole way back up to Kamakura. This year, us — a group of dorks — got up “early”-ish and took the train, took the bus on January 2. Nothing was open. Conbini coffee and snacks standing in the that winter light in the center of town. Then: The walk.
2026-02-11 08:00:00
Roden Readers —
Hello from the backside of some Tokyo snow. It was purty. I miss snow. Maybe not as much snow as New York’s been gettin’, but still — I wish we had a good five or six snow days in Tokyo each year. As is, we’re lucky to get one, and then it’s all gone in twenty-four hours. I still remember a Valentine’s Day night some thirteen years or so ago — a mega blizzard hit Tokyo. I popped out of a restaurant with a friend and we just laughed and laughed at all the snow, everywhere.