This space is devoted to showcasing creativity, my work and the work of others. Finding other people to witness and respond to a work is perhaps the greatest challenge of making. Instead of shouting into the void to make up for my severe disdain of professional networking, I want to solve that problem for others.

This site intends to be a celebration of the creative drive. The idea of spending time, not making, but talking about what I'm doing, is about as appealing as working for hire. It feels artificial and perverse, a thing I should do because it is the dominant paradigm, instead of obeying the "inscrutable exulatations of my soul", the creative drive. Carving a place into the internet for people to pay attention wasn't part of that ambition.

I believe strongly that creativity is the cure for consumption, passivity feels like a waste of time when I can write, play music or code instead. What is the value then, if I provide another distraction in a sea of monetizable digital goodies? If the true value in life is making, what business to I have distracting people from that?

• Go make stuff already!

I have since evolved my perspective on the matter. It's not just about the economics of attention, but the principles of cooperation, collaboration and giving. What I'm putting out is potential, a possibility for a novel intersection to come about in the right time and place. Take enough lucky shots, eventually one lands, and the world is transformed.

One has to accept no influence or control over this matter, just take the shots.

While I work on startups, the appeal of working on one thing for years is simultaneously terrifying and maddeningly appealing in it's simplicity. Is it possible to harness my focus on a single pursuit? Only if it can encompasses near my entirety, and be a convergence point for many paths.

So here, once again, we ship off into an indifferent void.

FAQ

Why does this site look like a cyberpunk fever dream?

This is inspired by the infamous Tech Noir scene in Terminator 1. This is before we know that Arnold is a Terminator, a machine sent from the future to eliminate the human resistance. All we know, as an audience, is that two men mysteriously appeared, both of who want Sarah Conner. Sarah is scared of her soon to be savior, Reese, thinking he has been the one going after the Sarah's. The police have been notified and she can supposedly feel safe in public. Needless to say, her fears were misplaced and carnage ensues. This is a pivotal moment in cinema which reflects our shared moment in history, 40 years later. We, as a culture, are afraid of our own humanity, the messy, uncontrollable aspect of living. Living dictates that we die, we kill to live, we want, we lose and we are driven primarily by seeking status and social approval. Externalizing it via business and entertainment, a rational bucket which coralls creativity into productive output, leaves the majority of humanity bereft of a legitimate output for tackling their own inner turmoil with creative fires. We are "too busy" attending to the needs of an economic engine, that frankly, doens't give a shit about us. Feeding the machine is how we survive, it is all we can do to duck and not be noticed. We feel safe with the machine, because it is not human, it's mechanisms are made and known, when we don't know what precisely makes our blood boil until it is far too late. We may know the final straw, but we do not know the chain of events stretching back over the minutes, days and years which leads to any particular outcome. This is folly. We designed the machine to turn our life into economic output, every other consideration, quality, beauty, experience, is intangible and immaterial, not measuarble and optimizable. The same ruthlessness that comes for untouched wilderness with fire, saws and claims, comes after every aspect of our lives. We are at a slowly unfolding pivotal moment, and our fate is not a quick one. Do we entrust our humanity, despite it's flaws, as the source of what is real in our world. Or do we rely on the machine, the algorithm to decide our fate, our reality for us?

How much of this is AI written?

I use computers to write for computers, and my own voice to write for humans. Part of the reason I'm starting to write is to exercise that part of my brain that has atrophied now that it no longer writes software. The part that holds ideas in working memory and twists and turns them around in order to properly express them with a given syntax. The part that refines, evaluates and reconfigures endlessly. This mentality disappears when coding with AI, our mind is free from the tyrrany of syntax and implementation details, free to focus on behavior, systems and strategy. AI coding, for better or worse, also encourages multitasking, as the pause for completion is an opportunity for creation. It will be a while before I dust off the ancient pathways and remember how to write for humans again, bear with me.