It started where a lot of things start: a soul-sucking 9-to-5.

The kind of job that quietly files down the parts of you that liked making things. I wanted one corner of the week that was mine — no roadmap, no manager, no quarterly anything.

Then a kid showed up. Best thing I've ever done. Also: beautiful chaos.

The standing Saturday tee time turned into a nap schedule. The course I basically lived on became a place I drove past on the way to Target. Turns out you can miss something more once you can't get to it.

So I started writing it down instead.

The brands, the drops, the courses, the strange and wonderful corners of golf culture I still loved even when I couldn't play. Thrawn is that notebook, made public — a small site and a weekly newsletter for people who feel the same pull.