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In memory of Nevan Scott, 1985–2026 I met Nevan shortly after I began A Working Library. I don’t seem to have that particular email around anymore, but I recall that he wrote the politest, most generous note to alert me to a typo. I think it was late 2008, or maybe early 2009. We would end up crossing paths online many times in the following years, over Twitter—those were the good days, for some of us, at least—but also email, which then and now remains a more humane way of talking. I made a lot of typos; we talked about books and tech and work. We stayed in touch as our various work lives changed—he moved to Europe, I moved into (and eventually out of) startupland. At some point I needed some technical counsel with what I was only just beginning to realize was much more than a blog, and it was Nevan who I reached out to. There’s a real intimacy to letting someone in to your private repo, letting them see all the embarrassing first (and second, third, fifth) drafts, but I never…

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