Author: justinlockridgellc
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The Fingerprint on the Glass: Why I Fired the Algorithm
There’s a very specific kind of modern arrogance that convinces a guy running a neighborhood gathering space that having an algorithm design a poster is an act of sheer genius rather than a quiet admission that he is completely out of gas. When you spend your waking hours unjamming sixty-year-old steel pinsetters, counting beer cans…
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A Poem About Needing a Typewriter to Write This Poem
the ink is ready in my headblack and thick and foulready to bite into cheap cotton paperready to make a racket at three in the morninglike hail hitting a tin roof i have the cadencethe rough edgesthe heavy sigh of a man who knowsthe rent is latethe world is hollowand the coffee is cold i…
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Today I Feel Like an ALMOST Broken Dryer
the belt is fraying around the drum,but the dial clicked forward anywayi know what i was built to dotake the soaked, heavy thingsand turn them light again so the motor groans awakethe metal rattles on the concrete floori go through the revolutionsspinning, tumbling,yet leaving everything damply dry the heat element gave up halfway throughleaving only…
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That One Time a Fitness Influencer Made Me Think
Liam Layton recently asked how loud you think you can scream internally before it becomes external. It is a hauntingly precise way to measure the soul in 2026. Lately my internal acoustics have moved past a dull roar and into the kind of vibration that threatens to take the house down. It turns out that…
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The Secular Sabbath
Look, we have to stop pretending that rest is some kind of holy reward for being a good little worker. That is just another sedative they sell you to keep you quiet while you grind your soul into the dirt. In my years running operations and managing messy transitions, I learned one thing the hard…
JUSTIN LOCKRIDGE 