There’s a lot of confusion about tariffs, and it’s easy to see why. Politicians, news outlets, and...
Daniel Conderman
Over 25 years ago, I started as a PC technician, but it didn’t take long for me to transition into web development. It was the late '90s—the internet was still finding its shape, and so was I. Since then, I’ve dedicated myself to mastering the art of the web, diving deep into HTML, CSS, JavaScript, and jQuery. My passion has always been about more than just code—it's about creating intuitive, seamless digital experiences that don’t just look good but truly work for the people using them.
Now, if you’re looking at this website and thinking, "This guy’s an idiot," well… fair enough. I’m on offer as I am.
The truth is, my professional work exists in a space where discretion is necessary. Security, contracts, CDN agreements—you name it. Very few people know exactly who I work for, and that’s just the nature of what I do. The ones who need my number already have it.
This site, though? This is my space. My thoughts. My ideas. My digital scratchpad. The internet may be fading into something unrecognizable, but while I’m here, I’m going to keep building, keep creating, and leave behind as much of a mark as I can. Because at the end of the day, this is what I love. And this—these words, these projects, these little pieces of my mind—are what I’ll leave behind.
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