In anticipation of the stream of political ads coming from the right, I’m setting up the scaffolding to successfully kick my television viewing habit.
I often confuse the search for meaning with the desire to stay relevant.
I am updating my AI lexicon and will be replacing the term AI Evangelist with Token Pusher.
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.