My 1990s financial hunches sounded really stupid. What did I know. And then…

You know, like, posts, that, well — won't get read, why? Citations. Backlinks. Fair, but it's a decision with its own grammar.

So many questions are raised for me at a — deeper level. Am I allowed to say that, or is that domain already claimed by tech companies?

You might wonder why some of my posts seem to interrupt themselves, like I'm trying to get chucked out of my own talk. Reader. Trust.

So, there's chips, and there's chips. Ask your great-grandparents, and then ask the nearest five-year-old. A crucial difference. Not just one.

In a final note for now about AI, I say something about the use and abuse of logic and grammar.

The unfolding of Chapter Seventeen's architecture and approach feels compelling. I’m thinking aloud here about potential areas of research.

Just notes on certainty and hearsay, as I thnk aloud about how artificial intelligence shows us more than we wanted to see about what we're full of.

Thinking aloud on questions of philosophy and AI, touching on strawberry ice cream and elevator music.

How can I say this loudly enough. There are sites that get the job done, and there are sites that don't think that was the point.

Doesn't everyone have two draining boards? No? Well, that's okay. Contemporary systems seem to flatten our natural urges. Hang on. That may be more important.

Preaching through philosophical thought experiments, or just pondering? Toning it down, hyping it up — what's going on with my writing, I wonder aloud.

More notes on my thinking around metaphor and metametaphor — and how metaphor can provide scaffolding for ideas, thought experiments and meaning.

So many things to say about the nature of reality as seen through plastic hammers for babies and how teachers — like, God, for example — teach.