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A few weeks ago my friend Harrison (@hktouw) and I did our yearly Tesla FSD cruise around the Bay Area — seven hours of letting the car drive while we talk about whatever comes to mind. This was the first year we never had to take over the wheel, which meant even more time for conversation. We covered AI adoption, investing, and then landed on something that’s been bugging me for a while. Why do we still store credentials in plaintext .env files?
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I remember the first time I remembered a smell. This was remembering to the extent that it stopped me in my tracks, taking me back to a specific moment, a specific place and a specific feeling. The smell was that of a bike shop. Mainly rubber, with notes of oil and plastic and a strong hint of sheer excitement. In that instant I was about 10 years old, in Bache Brothers Cycles at Lye Cross, near Stourbridge, in the West Midlands. My grandad was next to me, with the shop man. I was getting a bike for my birthday.
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