This question feels like stepping into the void right off of the edge, where language falters and experience becomes the guide. Beyond thought exists the unspoken raw pulse of being. It’s the space before words…
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the robot does not exist
The robot does not exist. This might seem an absurd statement in an age where we’re surrounded by automation, conversing with chatbots, and marvelling at humanoid machines performing backflips. But pause. Step back from the…
My reflections on My Life as an Artificial Creative Intelligence: a journey into posthuman creativity
I just finished Mark Amerika’s My Life as an Artificial Creative Intelligence, and I’m left swirling in the recursive loops of thought it invites. Amerika’s work, perched at the intersection of posthuman philosophy, aesthetics, and…
conscious robots
The idea of humans as “conscious robots” or fundamentally machinic beings serves as a compelling entry point into some interesting questions on existence: What does it mean to be conscious? How is our sense of…
a layered meditation on creativity, improvisation, and interconnection
this ongoing remix practice (of mine)is the heartbeat of evolution itself,a rhythmic, recursive dance of becoming (what am i becoming?). it feels like an innate biological imperativewoven deep into my DNA, a pulse, a vibration,…
slow is not the opposite of progress
In the middle of nowhere—or perhaps the edge of somewhere—a donkey stands. Its hooves press into dust like punctuation marks in a sentence no one will ever read. The weight on its back, invisible yet…
not all those who wander are lost: a meditation on Tolkien’s wisdom
J.R.R. Tolkien’s words—“Not all those who wander are lost”—carry a resonance that feels both personal and universal. On the surface, it’s a rallying cry for adventurers, dreamers, and seekers who roam the world with no…
meta-jamming
There’s a peculiar rhythm that emerges when you step into a collaboration with something that isn’t human. It’s not the rhythm of conversation as we traditionally know it, where words pass between two beings with…
a possible manifesto for the language artist as language model
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reclaiming the lost art of hypertextuality
The web used to feel like a labyrinth made for wanderers. Clicking a hyperlink was like finding a secret door in a sprawling mansion. You never quite knew where it would take you— a rabbit…
fertile grounds
imperfection,glitch, andrandomness are fertile groundsfor innovation.
everyday cyborgs
this slideshow is inspired by my recent purchase and wearing of the Meta Ray-Ban smart glasses. The idea of becoming a cyborg with devices like Meta’s Ray-Ban smart glasses lies in the symbiotic relationship between…
blogging about blogging about blogging
this is my alchemical language lab/experimental blogging playground after all… I approached this from a different angle yesterday, but I think this is closer to what I’m aiming for in 2025. I may also make…
fragmented paths
Somewhere between the scaffolding of story and the poetry of thought lies a landscape I’m yearning to explore. It’s a place where the personal and the theoretical intertwine, where the raw texture of life rubs…
the crimbo limbo ramble
In this episode, I’m out on a walk—my first good ramble in weeks—navigating the muddy fields and reflecting on life as we sit in this in-between time of Crimbo Limbo, that strange stretch between Christmas…
in cold hell
There’s something about Charles Olson’s In Cold Hell, in Thicket that feels uncomfortably familiar, like stepping into a dense forest where every direction looks the same but somehow promises something different. For me, this poem…
returning to a place of post-apocalypse calm
i am now returning—a phrase, a wound, a hinge on a doorhalf-hanging, rusted on promisesnever meant to keep. what is “now”but the afterbirth of once,slick with the memory of chaosand the shimmer of thingsalmost touched?…
when there is no ‘you’
The idea hit me like a whisper from the cosmos: When there is no sense of ‘you,’ there is no way that ‘you’ can be separate from the rest of the universe. It wasn’t a…
these are wild secular times
These are wild secular times. It’s like we’re living in the disenchanted ruins of a world that forgot it used to believe in magic. Once, myths shaped the edges of our maps and infused the…