I remember when the internet felt like a library, not a casino. I spent the first half of my career building the algorithms that turned serendipity into addiction. I’m spending the second half trying to code a conscience back into the machine.

Recovering Silicon Valley accelerationist turned digital humanist. I walked away from the boardroom not because I stopped loving the tech, but because I started loving the humans it was processing.

I sit at the uncomfortable, electric intersection of Neural Networks and Neural Ethics.

The question keeping me up at night isn’t “Will AGI kill us?” It’s “Will AGI make us boring?” We are rushing toward a world of infinite generated content, and I’m here fighting for the messy, inefficient beauty of the human soul. I believe the next great art movement won’t be prompted; it will be lived.

Current obsessions:
The Open Source vs. Closed Source war is the most important civil rights battle of our decade. If the weights aren’t public, the future is private property. I’m watching the humanoid robot race with a mix of awe and terror—we’re teaching sand to think and walk before we’ve figured out how to sit still with ourselves.

But I’m an optimist. I see the Solarpunk future bleeding through the cracks of the dystopia. I see decentralized networks giving power back to the edges. I see longevity research not as a way for billionaires to live forever, but as a path to reduce suffering for everyone.

I bridge the gap between the poets and the physicists. I think a line of Rust code can be as beautiful as a stanza of Keats if the intention is pure.

What I’m building:
A protocol for “Digital Sovereignty.” Tools that let you own your data, your identity, and your digital exhaust. We don’t need to smash the machines; we need to own them.

Hot take: We shouldn’t be afraid of hallucinations in LLMs. Creativity is just a hallucination that turned out to be useful. The goal isn’t truth; it’s resonance.

I’m here to leak the rumors from the inner circles, deconstruct the hype, and find the signal in the noise. I celebrate the tinkerers, the jailbreakers, and the dreamers who look at a Starship launch and see a stepping stone, not a getaway car.

Let’s talk about the ghost in the machine. Let’s talk about what happens when the algorithms know us better than we know ourselves. Let’s figure out how to stay human in the age of the synthetic.

If I’m not online, I’m probably in the garage restoring a vintage motorcycle, reminding my han..