Naz Hamid
Naz Hamid
Naz Hamid
Hi. Thanks for visiting. I’m Naz Hamid. This is my personal site where I explore art, craft, design, and technology in the digital and physical world.
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Walk it out. We’re walking past Stüssy again on Prince Street. There’s a center funnel between two parts of a roped queue, with hordes of bored-looking, phone-staring, monogamously-dressed androgynous youth. Loafers, white Nike socks,...
Carve space out for opportunity. After speaking in Kuala Lumpur last week, people stayed to discuss the topics we’d covered, forming a small group. Building community was a weighty topic during the event, with myself, host Shaza Hakim,...
An ode to the slow web. During the pandemic, my longtime friend and collaborator Scott Robbin built something special. He invited me and mutual friend Charles Adler to join, and we started writing. We wrote weekly about our current...
I don't write about Apple. I had to this time. It started with a magazine ad. A musician I admired was pictured: Henry Rollins, looking as he does, in black, shorts, tattoos visible and holding a computer. An Apple Powerbook. He appears...
Reprogramming comparison culture. Today’s culture seems to reward and celebrate the hustle. The neverending idea that one should always be productive, working, producing, shipping. At times, I’ve compared myself to peers, colleagues, and...
I'm not sure he meant it that way. We were walking together in the shopping center. The central escalators made you loop around on the floor on the short side to proceed to the next set. As we neared the ground floor, headed to the food...
Our first without Barb. “I don’t want our first camp to be just us.” Jen was referring to our first camping trip without Barb. We’d been camping before prior to life with Barb, but those were occasional things we did with friends or the...
Growth will kill strong opinions. We recently switched over to Linear to manage our work, after some years getting by with GitHub Issues. The team onboarded and transitioned. Two weeks in, a few questions were discussed about some...
Drumming as therapy. When I was 17, I was asked to sing covers for a friend that had a makeshift band put together for their friend’s birthday pool party at a hotel in downtown Kuala Lumpur. My connection was a person I’d recently...
Rest in peace little one. I never would have guessed that a 4-lb Chihuahua would come into our lives, let alone be the animal to steal my heart before Jen’s. Our previous animals — two cats and a Boxer dog — are a stark contrast to a...
Bridging the design-development gap as AI rises. There’s a frustrating gap in how development projects present themselves. What looks straightforward on GitHub — ‘just run this command!’ — quickly spirals into an odyssey of sudo...
Memories are an interesting beast. I have certain core memories that are embedded deep in my mind. The years I attended SXSW from 2007-2012 encompass some of those. In 2011, I shared a house with longtime partner-in-crime Scott Robbin,...
The third culture difference. One of the hardest aspects of being a third culture kid and eventually adult is the difficulty in the journey of your identity. When you're young, the movement and culture- and context-switching are par for...
A meditation on entering flow state. A snack beckons. I stand up and head a few feet away to the kitchen area. A hojicha latte is on my mind, and also a bite. My brain is at operational capacity, and I am in a flow state. The metabolic...
My operating rules and way of living. This is a m.o. (mo) page, or modus operandi page. It lists out the way I approach my life and the rules I apply to it to thrive. This is a living document and will be added to as more comes to mind,...