<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Work on Michael Morrison</title><link>https://michaelmorrison.com/tags/work/</link><description>Recent content in Work on Michael Morrison</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 00:00:00 -0700</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://michaelmorrison.com/tags/work/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Gate I Built</title><link>https://michaelmorrison.com/essays/the-gate-i-built/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://michaelmorrison.com/essays/the-gate-i-built/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve spent a working life just outside the rooms where work gets anointed. Not entirely outside — I wrote tech books that went out under &lt;a href="https://michaelmorrison.com/catalog/"&gt;Sams and O&amp;rsquo;Reilly imprints&lt;/a&gt;
, among others, and built apps that shipped under other companies&amp;rsquo; logos, CNN and Xfinity among them. I was in those rooms often enough. I just paid a toll at the door every time, and the thing that vouched for the work was never me. It was the imprint on the spine, the logo on the app. That&amp;rsquo;s most of the truth about me. Here&amp;rsquo;s the part I&amp;rsquo;m least comfortable with: for about four years, I helped build one of those gates myself. And the thing making it look ridiculous now is a different machine — one that does for free the exact trick my gate was built to measure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>