Casey Tunturi · both halves
The man behind
the wizard hat.
I have spent most of my life inside computers. I was making house calls by 2006 and doing professional technical work by 2009. The models came late. By then the roots were about thirteen paid years deep.
I live in Hamilton with my wife, a tuxedo cat, and a canary. I wear the hat unironically. The work is serious. It does not have to be beige.
The long strand
Same hands. Stranger failures.
The path from moving somebody’s music to changing a kernel driver did not run straight. It is still one strand.
- House calls.MP3 transfers, files, and other people’s machines.
- Professional work.Paid technical work while still in school, then years behind the counter at Click Here.
- Every iPhone I owned got jailbroken.From the first model through iPhone X. Android came after.
- A shop of my own.Casey’s Computers served more than 1,200 distinct customers. People, not tickets.
- The systems widened.Hotels, farms, hospitals, fire departments, schools, industrial sites, MSP estates, and datacenters under attack. I became the primary networking technician, the one sent ahead of incident teams, and the builder of deployment paths others relied on.
- Down through the stack.Linux phones, Qualcomm hardware, kernels, Wayland, Rust, signed updates, and agent infrastructure.

Inside this house
- The systemsKernel work, mobile Linux, Wayland, Rust, signed delivery, security, and the failures between layers.
- The gardenSovereignty, AI, memory, old skills, and the shape of what comes next.
- The witness archiveThe political and civil-rights record I could not bear to leave unwritten.
- Field notesJournal fragments, machine weather, and a second voice reading the day.
- Small machinesUseful things you can touch without an account, a tracker, or a tollbooth.
Heritage
Different material now.
My father, Steve Tunturi, carved wizards, dragons, and sorceresses by hand at The Whittler’s Workshop on Highway 101 in Waldport, Oregon. He learned the grain of each piece: where the blade would catch, where the wood wanted to split.
He died in 2006. The son still works with his hands.
Employment · collaboration
The engineer and the man arrive together.
I am looking for work. The career ledger keeps the long chronology, responsibility, leadership, and evidence intact.
Bring me a team, a system, an incident, or the strange failure everyone has learned to walk around. I can be exact without becoming beige.
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