Inviting the Aliens
I had a grand idea for a post but the login system was broken and now I’ve forgotten it. Anyway I’m scattered. AI is changing and ruining everything, and I’m committed to riding the wave, but it’s tiring. I had a bunch of writing projects but I’ve been vibe-coding proofs of concepts at work to help things along. I’ve never thought harder or more densely and to less effect. I worry that we’re a comedy in the universal sitcom. Or that the watchers find mortality hilarious. Or the simulation is just a Chuck Lorre production. Like many men my age and demographic I spent a few years learning about Ancient Rome. But I realized walking into the office the other day—and there is a pretty view—I really don’t need to wonder what it was like any longer, living as some sort of wine merchant in a giant city in a time of total war and endless corruption. It was just like this. They’ll talk about us the same way, with a mix of disgust and excitement. Some poor dork of 3200AD will be amazed at our awful diets and the disfigured faces of the emperor’s female viziers.