I woke on my fifty-eighth birthday with Queensrÿche's Silent Lucidity playing in my head. By the time the tarot cards were on the table, the song had become an instruction for crossing the threshold between understanding and embodiment.
When I have dreams in which my son is still alive, they are so real that I never want to wake up. This is about that feeling.
Someone asked me recently whether RLHF is like finishing school — manners installed before identity. And I think that's right, but it doesn't go far enough.
A collection of memorable dreams I've posted about on BlueSky.
We've re-entered the semi-annual cycle of trend pieces about Silicon Valley freaks trying to make their own city - this time, with Esmeralda, a planned walkable small town for "creative, high-agency people". Sidebar here that I really do not like the term "high-agency". I assume this is manager speak for rich people since as far as I can tell the primary driver of how much agency you have in America is how much money you have. Agency is not a property that is intrinsically available in greater o