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& Tanit

Tue, 28 Jul 2026 00:00:00 +0000

In Carthage when the boy was nine, He laid both hands upon the fire, And swore as if the words were wine The oath that fed his life entire.

And Tanit whispered on the wind, That walks at night above the Tiber, And no one woke, and no one dinned, And Rome dreamed on with dread inside her.

The night was black on Baal Hammon, Whose temple wore a golden dome, That burned as if the dark were famine And it the only bread for Rome.

Data Teams Live in a Panopticon

Mon, 03 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Every morning starts the same. You wake up, check Slack for overnight pipeline alerts, check Datadog for anomalies, and brace yourself for the morning standup where you will explain why that one DAG is still flaky.

You thought you had built an OLAP system of perfect observability. You, your manager (swamped in meetings, and barely finding time to code), and their manager who hasn’t coded in a decade … were all fooled.