20 days with no signal.
Here is some noise — AI evangelists are not being honest with us or themselves.
I’ve always struggled with communication—especially when it’s verbal. Yet I never fail to construct lexical barriers and make things harder for myself.
The odds are against me but I always take the long shot like a degenerate.
Things to get done—in no particular order:
- Touch grass
- Repot the plants
- Build a fancy planter for the monsterra
- Thrift some frames for some prints
- Scream into the void
- Clean out the garage
- Read a book
Today I learned the concept of vagueposting.
An argument could be made that my posts follow that formula.
But what are my incentives? I don’t have anything to sell.
I’m a Gen-Xer with nostalgia for an Internet powered by Geocities, Angelfire, and animated GIFs.
We spend hours arguing about fairness without ever defining the terms.
Now, before I engage, I ask: do you even know the difference between equity and equality?
The difference is measured in miles or millimeters.
I read about a dystopian future led by AI displacement and I worry.
Then I remember the engineers I’ve met throughout my career: I start to panic.
It is not my responsibility to solve everyone’s problems. It is my responsibility to treat them with respect—as members of my tribe.
Some will be ungrateful. Resentful. Hurtful. I will never know why. Over time, I will not concern myself with the answer.
What happens when I stop trying to live my life as if I’m the hero of the story?
What if I tried to elevate everyone around me instead? Not for some reward in the afterlife, but because watching others reach their potential is the reward.
Every minute spent staring into a screen is another minute of my life handed over to the tech authoritarian class.
To me, it’s just wasted time. But not to them.
It’s another minute I’m not creating an alternative life: a life without them.
Every six months or so, I log back into the socials to see what’s going on.
Within hours, I’m reminded why I leave: a flood of anons opining about things they know nothing about.
Seemingly innocuous, but incredibly divisive. As if by design.