Bloglog

That’s the humdrum reality of writing a blog. You’re putting bits of your (team) brain online, at addressable, searchable, bookmarkable URLs. This is how the whole web was being made back in those days in the 90s. It seemed like common sense then. Still seems sensible to me now.

Of course I wasn’t always this way, but after years of thinking about what do I really want out of my own life, I have repeatedly came to the same realisation what I want is not societal-perceived greatness. What I truly want to simply to exist as the self I am. But of course who the hell I am is a deeply philosophical question that I am continually asking and do not have answers to. All I have are inclinations which I also have to discern if they are truly mine or are they part of my conditioning. Maybe there is no such thing as “truly mine” in an existence that is interdependent on everything else.

Because here’s the thing about making stuff and putting it online: You can only ever do the experiments in public. And they are not about making something that everyone loves; it’s about finding what satisfies you and pushing that further. Don’t worry about the clicks and likes and follows, that’s all just a stupid game.

Links — connections between ideas — are the magic system of the Internet. They power the open web, enriching online writing. Generative AI is the parasitic dark magic counterpart to the link.

The reason we don’t see exploding battery attacks more often is not because it’s technically hard, it’s because the erosion of public trust in everyday things isn’t worth it. The current discourse around the potential reach of such explosive devices is clouded by the assumption that it’s technically difficult to implement and thus unlikely to find its way to our front door.

And more often than not, I find that what I need is some friction, some labor, the effort to work things out. Efficiency is an anti-goal; it is at odds with the work, which requires resistance and tension in order to come into being.