At the shopping mall near where I grew up, a music store sold Casio keyboards. They were stacked in a windchest configuation of varying heights, each one blinking, calling, drawing me to that one special feature: the big orange button labeled DEMO.

Which song the keyboard played didn't really matter. It was a showcase of bells and whistles.

Here I find myself, in an act of self-promotion, culling through work that feels as old as MIDI, wondering what to mention and what to leave for dead.

What I've decided is this: I'm not going to call this a portfolio.

Per introduction, in my career I've played my small role in curation. As a product manager, I've coordinated designers, developers, writers and programmers to bring a cultural agenda to life. I've distributed music to streaming services and created a cross-promotion marketplace to connect musicians with content creators. I've supported investigative journalism and helped exhibit works of art.

And for whatever it's worth, I still have my Casio.

-- Jason Yergeau