Episode Overview It’s Monday afternoon as I record this, just before stepping out for a brisk walk to clear my head after a full day at the desk. In this episode, I reflect on the transition from holiday mode back to work, share some updates about the redesign of my website, and explore why blogging matters more than ever in the age of social media’s…
a possible manifesto for the language artist as language model
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In reply to blogging about blogging about blogging …
Blogs are, from the reader perspective, a window into the personality of the blogger. The window can have varying levels of opacity and the light coming through can be polarised. The best blogs are a window of transparency free of polarisation in that way the mind-light, transmits across the entire spectrum and the personality shines in all its chaotic glory. – Dave Anderson Your comment,…
the kafka chronicles
this book is hard to find—well, not at a decent price anyway. but you can read the first 77 pages over at Google Books. what’s it about? Mark Amerika’s The Kafka Chronicles is a postmodern, experimental novel that blurs the boundaries between fiction, autobiography, and philosophical inquiry. The book reimagines Kafka’s existential themes through a contemporary lens, exploring alienation, bureaucracy, and the search for meaning…
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 hole of ideas, a treasure trove of forgotten knowledge, or maybe just a strange, lonely corner of cyberspace that felt like it had been waiting just for you. But somewhere…
fertile grounds
imperfection,glitch, andrandomness are fertile groundsfor innovation.
dnd rule changes involving race and identity divide players
I’ve always looked at D&D rules the way Captain Barbossa looks at the Pirate’s Code: “They’re more what you’d call guidelines than actual rules.” When you’re playing with strangers, the rules are important—they give everyone a fair starting point and keep things running smoothly. But when you’re with friends, it’s a different vibe. The group’s shared values and understanding naturally take over, so the rules…
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 humans and technology that these devices foster. Unlike traditional tools that require conscious interaction—like a smartphone you must pick up and unlock—smart glasses embed technology directly into your lived experience….
key features of a cyborg
A cyborg (short for “cybernetic organism”) is a being that combines biological and technological components, typically blending human or animal life with mechanical or electronic systems. The concept encompasses a wide range of possibilities, from simple enhancements to fully integrated, symbiotic relationships between organic and machine parts. Cyborgs exist at the intersection of biology, technology, and imagination, and their definition can vary depending on context—scientific,…
hotel bar sessions
my new favourite podcast. one bartender. three philosophers. serving straight shots of insight directly to your earbuds.
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 some adjustments to the design and function so the blog supports my vision of blogging in 20225. some thoughts i captured on the way back from the gym about this…
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 against the abstraction of ideas. The blending of creative nonfiction and theoretical poetics—this hybrid, fragmented, kaleidoscopic way of writing—feels like a natural evolution for me as a blogger. Or maybe…
we (you and i) are only as good as the algorithms that train us how to behave
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 and New Year’s Eve. It’s a time I usually dedicate to reflecting, recalibrating, and looking ahead to what the next year might bring. My Thoughts on Reflection and Moving Forward…
when does our self story begin?
it feel like our self story is shaped even before we are born. we don’t get to choose our parents so we inherit their circumstances and beliefs; they name us with a name that has a story embedded in it. and then they program our initial software from which we then begin to construct our story. when our boundless wonder and imagination is deemed not…
started reading some of Charles Olson’s work
started reading some of Charles Olson’s work.
as i expand my blogging game
as i expand my blogging game, i want to make use of the custom post types like ‘notes’ and ‘likes’.
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 isn’t just a piece of writing—it’s a mirror held up to the way I experience chaos, place, and selfhood. Olson doesn’t give you a map or a compass; instead, he…
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? returning implies departure,a before where the dust hung silent,where streets were namesand names were maps,not cracked veins of earthreaching for an oceanthat no longer believes in itself. a place—what is…
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 conclusion, not even a realisation, really. It was more like a question wearing the mask of an answer, teasing me into silence. Think about it: this “you” we all carry…