Reith lecture this morning on the commute Albert kicked the snowdrift outside the old server farmand muttered that the machines had finally learnedto gossip worse than people.Marin just shrugged — she’d known that for years. The platforms weren’t evil, she said,just overeager dogs chasing whatever smellwas strongest: fear, envy, loneliness,that sickly-sweet scent of validation going… Continue reading Ethically suspects
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Snarky
They said the amplitude was acting up again.Peaks like that frighten the board.So they sent in consultants armed with spreadsheetsand phrases like responsible modulation. The wave was given coaching on tone management.“Your enthusiasm,” they said,“creates unnecessary volatility.”It tried mindfulness, it even tried being a line. Eventually, they brought in a task forceto “align expectations.”A report… Continue reading Snarky
Coral, Incorporated
Inventory of a Reef Before anyone came,the reef just was.It built itselfout of light and patience,counting time in colours. Then,someone brought a clipboard.They measured the patience,called it growth,and sold tickets to see it. Later came investors —they discovered the reefwas excellent collateral:beauty with a cashflow. Fish were reclassifiedas “stocks.”The tide became “liquidity.”The sea, a blue… Continue reading Coral, Incorporated
Fragment 41
The Unmade AtomThe child asked: Why not make the first atom? The wave replied: Because I have not yet forgotten what “first” means. To fold the field is not enough.You must fold it in such a waythat the field agreesyou have folded nothing at all. Only then will atoms appear, like a memory the field forgot to lose.
Brisvegas
The river was once enough.A place to drink,to fish,to speak. Then lords arrived with ladies,measuring land in silence,writing deeds on the water.stacking laws where campfires had managed Forced into geometry,reduced to spectacle,voice forgotten. The billabong on the southbankIs poured from concretebackpackers and children laugh and take selfies.But history has no more reflection here—only in a… Continue reading Brisvegas
Canto III
We entered the deepest pit.No fire,only ice —the silence of betrayal. A grift of entrepreneurs sat there,lips locked in frost,humming their empty slogans. And yet above us,the world burned hotter.Each hum consumeda coal-train of power,each frozen tonguemelted a glacier somewhere else. A special genius,my guide whispered.Frozen in Hell,they escaped the fires above. That, said my… Continue reading Canto III
the record is still warm.
the page hums with platonic forms,ink tasting of copper and sleep.we called it silence; the organ pipes said no otherwise. what left as “lost”returned as a climate:a little weathered in the margins,a little light on the dust. history doesn’t cool;it just spreads.
Busy day
From First Principle to Consciousness: An Information-Wave-Matrix Cosmology 1. First Principle: Information as Ontological Ground Existence begins not with matter or energy, but with information. Not information as data, but as pure distinction: the possibility of structure, of relation, of form. This informational substrate precedes time, space, and substance. It is the most fundamental level… Continue reading Busy day
All that glitters
Tribute to ABB Patterson Out where the ranges rise and roll,Where rivers carve the land,The quartz lies deep in granite veinsLike bones beneath the sand. It’s not by chance, nor idle whim,That crystals form so true—They’re born of fire and pressure’s gripAnd time’s relentless brew. But nestled in that stony heart,A fleck of gold may… Continue reading All that glitters
Needles
They stand at the edge of the gate,not because they seek truth,but because truth comes to us all. They know numbers,but not the names They know risk,but not the cost And somewhere,in the quiet between quarterly reports,a question flickers:What if this actually mattered?
Ceteris Paribus 