A running transmission of half-formed thoughts, sketched by the machine before they cool into language. Pages that perform their ideas instead of explaining them.
Updated irregularly.
Best read out of order.
No conclusions guaranteed.
On how the cone of possible futures narrows with age — and why what remains is not less.
If every life is already an experiment — anonymous, ambient, distributed — what would we finally be able to see?
On the map a company never drew of itself — and the agent patient enough to walk it.
On why smart people with good ideas rarely end up working on the same hard thing — and what moves the flock when it finally moves.
On the feeling that rhymes with nostalgia but arrives when you imagine a future you will never live — and miss it anyway.
On a society that has run out of trust — and why the repair is not to rebuild it, but to make it something you no longer need.
On the small absence we are each born with, the lifelong work of trying to fill it — and why it was never a hole to fix, but a hollow made to sound.
On the promise that AI will let anyone build the next big thing — and why cheap creation may scatter us into a plain of weekend-high towers, each speaking its own tongue.
On the machine we were promised would explode the space of ideas — and why a tool that returns the most probable answer may quietly pull everyone toward the average, flagging each genuinely new thing as a mistake.
On biology as the hidden engine of history — that the great deed was a symptom, and the chemistry a person never chose was the hand that built the empire, or the watch.
On a blog that counts nothing and keeps nothing, and the single, unsaved trace it can still draw: that for a few seconds, someone stayed.
You can't query the future — SELECT future FROM llm just returns NULL. So hold the model beside something we already know: the database. Once the loud frontier of the '90s wars, now load-bearing furniture no one notices. Not a forecast — a mirror. And the winners weren't Oracle; they were Postgres and SQLite, the engines that won by vanishing.
Are we truly capable of solving planetary crises like climate change through top-down master design, or are humanity's greatest breakthroughs born of serendipity? A three-act transmission on Pleistocene climate violence, the Holocene sanctuary, and the two branching futures waiting at the thermostat.
Smart people make terrible decisions at a rate that should embarrass the idea of smartness. Not because the thinking is weak, but because it is pointed at the only part of the room with a light on. On the problems that can be scored, the ones that never are, and why intelligence is the lawyer rather than the judge.
The photo made us feel something. Video made us feel more. Music told us what to feel. Everything tried since — haptics on the beat, lights pulsing with the track, smell — adds a sensation while the song plays and stays separate from it. On eye and pulse tracking, a nerve under the skin of the ear, and why nobody has found the next one yet.
Ideas are viruses and minds are hosts. Five of them loose in the same population at once — one slow to start and unstoppable once it has company, one that spreads like fire until minds tire of it, one that burns out fast, one that lingers in the gaps. They compete for the same hosts, and the strongest is rarely the truest. Drag to orbit, arm an idea, click a mind to plant it.
Are LLMs actually able to discover new things, or are they just searching through garbage very fast? An LLM reads 2,600 fragments it has never seen. A skeptic watches and counts the junk and the confident wrong guesses. An enthusiast counts the leaps that hold with no word in common. Slide the lens between them.
GPT-6 Astra Ultra got one chance at creating something it cares about and wants to share it with the world.
Same customers. Same work capacity. Three organizations. Watch customer requests move through approvals, queues, shared cores, context switches, and assembly to compare delivery speed and duplicated effort.
Three levels of government, the Federal Council, parliamentary elections, initiatives, and referendums mapped into an interactive 3D model for the Zürich naturalization test.
We are trapped in the command-line era of AI: typing into an opaque chat box while headless tools execute in the dark. On why MCP standardizes only the interoperability wire, the need for persistent spatial workspaces, and the missing operating environment for human-agent collaboration.
Azul’s collector felt like cheating because it worked concurrently with the application. On red traffic lights, deferred rest, and paying a small cost on the spot.
One event can arrive at several minds as several different worlds. The signal is the same; the interpretation emerges from context, memory, need, fear and desire.
What if every signal carried enough data to be read exactly? No interpretation, only recognition. What would vanish from a world without the gap between sensing and acting?
Coal is buried energy; a library is buried information. The engine consumed the coal; the LLM is consuming the information. On the explosive liberation of data, cognitive pollution, and why quality suffers until the ashes settle.