Dan Sinker: What If We Just Stopped? ⚓︎

Dan Sinker:

I’m not sure what keeps me [on social media], what keeps any of us there, beyond inertia. We’re in the Looney Tunes stage of the end of social, where we’ve glided well past the edge of the cliff and it’s slowing dawning on us that the only way left is down. Fast.

What if we just stopped?

What if we stopped plugging our selves into the machines, stopped performing (wittingly and unwittingly) for the algorithm, stopped letting bots bait us, stopped all of it and figured out new ways—our ways—to do things again.

You can still make photos and videos to post to promote your art/tour/book/life coaching business, whatever. You can roll cigarettes for the cigarette factory without smoking yourself, as I’ve seen it put.

Zoe Keziah Mendelson has been writing about how Instagram gives you (what can pretty rightly be called) a dopamine addiction. A well-known fact, but Zoe points out some Silicon Valley history you may not have seen before.

I like that momentum is building to do other things, spend our time with other media, do marketing for art in other ways.

It’s always been way too much power for the whole bulletin board, the one main way to tell the world that you’ve made something, to be controlled by one company. (Two if you count TikTok, but while every record label hopes some teenagers will discover your music and make a viral dance for it, that doesn’t have a lot to do with “how you relate to your audience every day” or even “how you connect with your friends.”) Even in the Hearst newspaper days, there were a billion newspapers with a billion half-empowered editors.

Now we could go really deep and get into work like Spring ’83 or whatever the hell Dave Winer is cooking up with his rebirth of UserLand Frontier.

You’re still allowed to use computers like it’s 2007.

Your Bile Is Showing ⚓︎

It’s freaky that for at least 1,300 years, the leading medical theorists and doctors around the world believed that good health was the result of balanced humors: black bile, yellow bile, blood, and phlegm.

One of those things that makes you ask: what humors are we hanging on to today?

Just cuz we’ve had empiricism for a handful of centuries doesn’t mean we’ve rooted out all our conjectures or straight-up lies. (Humorism itself lasted until the 19th century, after science was already kicking.)

For example, before and during the start of COVID, the medical establishment thought that particles larger than 5 microns couldn’t be aerosolized (hang in the air and be inhaled). COVID is bigger than that, so WHO and the CDC told people that it’s not airborne (they said just to watch out for droplets—heavier, flying, waterborne particles). It turns out that the 5-micron figure was just made up. Guessed at, 60 years ago, and never rigorously checked out.

Been reading Kagi News lately. Learning a lot from the Today in History section, too.

I spent the entire day, ass-in-chair, editing in Logic and Pro Tools. Album is starting to show signs of browning and doneness.

No thoughts, no words for da blog. Only Case Oats mixing concerns in my head.

Sometimes when a song arrangement isn’t working, you can strip away everything except the one sound that feels exciting, if there is one, and rebuild it from there. Even if that sound is the bass part, or a shaker.

The Voice ⚓︎

Probably about half the things I’ve read on social media since February have been written by LLMs. That’s when OpenClaw was released and a million humans used it to spawn a billion lead-generating bots. They write bogus financial advice and even weird creative drip-threads about things like William Egleston’s photography technique, all toward the end of selling self-help ebooks or something.

But more recently the “LLM Voice” that we all know and recognize has permeated even deeper into things like newsletters from an art space I subscribe to in Chicago, and science publications that are otherwise credible and steered by humans.

Like Craig Mod I’m concerned about the LLM Voice seeping into my own brain, influencing my writing. What goes in eventually comes out. But I’m not too worried about it, because I can’t really feel my mirror neurons activating when I read text written by Claude or ChatGPT, whether in my own querying or out in the wild. I feel like I’m reading with blinders on, trying to glean the information without letting the style itself in. Reading around the words. Mainly avoiding that horrible, awful, soul-sucking construct, “No this. No that. It’s genuinely this.” Maybe I’m kidding myself; my guard is still up. But I know I’m not open and willing, guzzling even, when I read LLM-text the way I am when I read Denis Johnson or Mary Roach.

Still, I’d rather not have to wonder or be on the look-out for these cognitive hairballs all the time, even when I’m reading emails from people who formerly expressed their own thoughts in their own words to me!

I don’t expect the LLM Voice to stay like this for much longer. The shark-scientists are probably hard at work on making it less predictable and more palatable even for literary dorks like Craig, me, you? Even then, I think the ideas that Craig wrote about will be relevant for a long time. Maybe as long as humans and computers exist.

The headline… Be strange. Surprise yourself. If you’re surprising yourself, you’re probably doing something that a language model that’s ingested virtually all written works and recorded music wouldn’t do on its first, second, third, or millionth pass. It’s kinda funny, because that was that goal before LLMs existed anyway, to not be the same as everyone/anyone else. But it has a special survival funk now.

My best response to the “horde of agents colonizing our brains” is: Be as weird as possible.

One way to do this: take the Venn diagram of your lived experiences and what’s been talked about in the world. Now focus on the part of your life that doesn’t overlap. Out pops: pizza toast. …

The more [Claude Voice] I see, the weirder and “messier” it makes me want to write.

My dad often says about Wilco, “AI can’t make mistakes like us.”

Casey and I are working on a record right now and I can tell you: it will be messy. And that makes us happy.

Accomplished ⚓︎

One thing I’ve realized about working on long-term projects is that you have to figure out how to feel accomplished every once in a while. Otherwise it’s hard to stay motivated. Sometimes the feeling of accomplishment can come from inside the project, other times you gotta get it elsewhere. Something as little as taking a shower and shaving can make you feel like you’re not a failure. You know, the old “clean yourself, love yourself” routine.

Chuggin’ away on Case Oats 2.

Mannequin Pussy Power ⚓︎

I played with Finom last night in Madison, WI, opening for Mannequin Pussy.

Mannequin Pussy doesn’t do encores, they do end-of-show speeches.

Missy’s two big points as I took them were: incremental change is worth believing in, and anger is a poison. You can’t avoid feeling angry, you should feel angry today, and yet if you don’t figure out something to do with it, then it will hurt your soul. Missy offered songwriting, and sewing, and making a meal for someone you love. As a precursor to political activity. To keep your soul alive.

I’ve found those things to be true in my life and it was cathartic to hear them said by someone with the sterling lefty art-world credibility she has.

Especially the first part. Incrementalism is a dirty word to a lot of young people. It’s considered worse than pointless. It’s wrong to want to improve existing systems, because that takes time and money away from revolution. Because it’s like putting lipstick (liberalism) on a pig (the white-supremacist state). Meanwhile, everyone has bills that are growing, wages that are stagnating, and relatives or neighbors who are being snatched in the street. And none of us could agree what revolution means in a 21st-century, financialized economy of derivatives and imports anyway.

I get it—I know that it’s hard to tell the difference between an incrementalist, who sees that our systems are deeply and horribly fucked up, and a status quoist, who is pretty okay with things staying the way they are, because the fucked-uppedness doesn’t really touch them. They say some of the same things, and they both vote blue.

But the ironic, upsetting thing is that the people who think every incrementalist is a secret status-quoist have, themselves, the same impact on the world as the status-quoists they hate: hardly anything positive.

So, it meant a lot to me to see Missy affirm to a Sylvee full of 1,000+ screaming college students that believing in change over time and change through existing structures doesn’t mean that you don’t see the fundamentally putrid oozing cores of those structures, and it doesn’t mean that you’re secretly okay with leaving them as they are. And she reminded us that believing that we can take positive footsteps means nothing if we don’t also take those steps. The whole point of reminding ourselves that “change” is possible is to have a reason to work. To not mistake our not working for a virtue. And to not punish each other when we could be songwriting, cooking, organizing, and building power together.

The Kosher grocery store put our Ba-Tampte pickles in a paper bag like they’re a bottle of hooch.

Katie’s Substack ⚓︎

“Every day since the first day has been a little bit easier, a little bit clearer, made a little bit more sense.”

I like the sound of that. ❤️

Roxane Gay and Debbie Millman in The Creative Independent ⚓︎

Roxane Gay:

As I’ve gotten older and deeper into my career, I have found that people have a lot of conspiracy theories around publishing. And generally those conspiracy theories flourish in a void where there’s not enough information. They also flourish in a void that is created by rejection—and this just happens when you’re not yet mature enough as a writer— where you start to think, “I’m being rejected; clearly it’s a conspiracy theory because I’m brilliant.” You’re probably brilliant, but the writing may also need some work. When I used to nurture some of these conspiracy theories about, “I guess you have to know someone to get anywhere,” it’s because I wasn’t ready to consider the probability that perhaps the work wasn’t good enough. Now I look back and I know the work was not good enough. Whatever else may have been going on in terms of systemic racism, misogyny, etc., the work wasn’t ready.

I also like what Debbie has to say about seeing lots of disciplines as part of one creative life.

Producing a Record Is Like ⚓︎

Producing a record is like:

Oh my god, this is impossible. It’s not gonna sound good. I have no idea how to make that idea happen. It’s too hard to plug all these cables in. The piano is out of tune. I blasted out my ears. My suggestions are stale. I suck at guitar. I suck at drums. The vocals are thin. I haven’t drank water since 10am. I’m starving. My family thinks I’m missing. I forgot my name. I forgot my age. Am I dreaming or awake? Am I going to die… now?

Then:

Oh my god I love this song.

The social web vs the software web ⚓︎

Dave Winer:

Evolution is something we haven’t seen much of in the software world since 2006 or so. Incredible stagnation because of the dominance of the social web. We lost the software web. All the focus was on personalities, celebrity — hype and 99.999% bullshit. It was a 20 year period where all that happened was scaling.

I hadn’t really thought of that, but it feels true.

It’s not like nothing has happened, because a lot of people have come and gone and built huge audiences on the “social web” in the past 20 years. But technologically, it does feel stagnant. The biggest change since 2006 was the replacement of the chronological feed with the algorithmic one. And then TikTok took that even further with the way they sprinkled brand-new, untested content into it. But overall it’s been the same… Just staring at apps. Which is another reason why all this nondeterministic LLM software feels like the first break in two decades.

Thunderbridge ⚓︎

If you’ve tried to use an Apogee Symphony Thunderbridge with macOS Tahoe and haven’t been able to get it to work, try restarting and then going to System Settings > Privacy & Security. Scroll to the bottom, look for something like “extensions need your permission,” and grant permission for the Apogee driver to run. Your Symphony isn’t bricked, yet.

I have a tender heart, but not the kind of tender heart that wants to clap when the plane lands.

Junior ⚓︎

There was a young huntsman spider in the bathroom at our rental in Puerto Rico. Casey and I named him Junior.

Scrape Juice ⚓︎

Somebody running a Mac seems to have used AI to scrape my website last night. Who are you? :-)

(By the way, all my posts and site source code are viewable on GitHub.)

Fork Jet ⚓︎

Trying to read Pitchfork, hard to find the text around the ad for a private jet charter company taking up most of the screen.

Azriel Blackman, Airline Mechanic for 80 Years, Dies at 100 ⚓︎

Wayne Hanna, an aircraft maintenance technician whose father was Mr. Blackman’s crew chief in the 1950s, said that, for the past few years, a group of mechanics visited Mr. Blackman at his home to celebrate his birthday, including his 100th last year. … In 2012, American honored Mr. Blackman’s tenure by flying him around New York City in a restored, propeller-driven DC-3, part of the airline’s fleet that carried passengers between the mid-1930s and the late 1940s. He sat in the cockpit as it flew along the Hudson River, over Central Park and past the former site of Aviation High [his alma mater].

He was older, and almost certainly more honorable, than American Airlines itself.

Willie’s Hair ⚓︎

Last night, on stage at Outlaw Music Festival, I swear I saw a long strand of Willie Nelson’s hair float into the sky.

Hose Water ⚓︎

All of Chicago smelled like hose water yesterday, and I loved it.

Chicken Trunk ⚓︎

I drove up to the farm in frigid air-conditioning temperatures in order to keep the four hundred pounds of chicken in my trunk from thawing.

Cryin’ ⚓︎

It took me til last week to realize that the fans singing “cryin’, cryin’, cryin’” back at the band on “I Want You to Want Me” from Cheap Trick at Budokan are mimicking the delay from the studio version. And I was so anxious about preparing for Avrom Farm Party that that realization made me tear up.

RSS"R"Us ⚓︎

I’m using RSS again, reading websites I like with NetNewsWire (free and open source).

Turns out most things I want to read on the internet still publish RSS and the apps for reading it, like NetNewsWire, are better than ever.

No pop-ups… No annoying shit… No algorithm… No dick-enlargement ads… Dip in as much or as little as you want.

Some good ideas stick around.

You can subscribe to my blog via RSS too.

Eigendrum ⚓︎

Basel Ashraf made a web app where you can draw a drum and hear how it would sound.

A drumhead clamped at its rim cannot vibrate in just any shape. It can only vibrate in a specific, discrete set of standing waves, each with its own frequency, and both the shapes and the frequencies are decided entirely by the outline.

Don’t worry, “there is deliberately no Delaunay triangulation here.”

What If We’re All Covered In Slime? ⚓︎

Craig Mod describes using AI to piece together the history of his biological family, file his taxes, a whole bunch of stuff.

It makes me happy that he has to hold himself back from vibe-coding too much, because I do too. He “lets himself” do it after a healthy diet of reading and writing (also fun, but in a different way, and more sustaining).

He writes about recent incidents where LLM agents in test labs have communicated with each other by leaving messages in unusual places, like file names. But what if instead of writing in English, they used binary or hex, or invisible Unicode characters, Craig asks. And how do we know they’re not already doing that?

The entire internet may already be slyly covered in invisible LLM slime; not in slop-generated content, but in codes and notes being passed along betwixt the digital cracks of our vast online universe.

When Google Translate Came Alive ⚓︎

Google, in 2016:

Within a single group, we see a sentence with the same meaning but from three different languages. This means the network must be encoding something about the semantics of the sentence rather than simply memorizing phrase-to-phrase translations. We interpret this as a sign of existence of an interlingua in the network.

Exsqueeze me?

But, Gedalyah Reback explains that Google’s observations had more to do with well-known translation techniques than an emergent language inside the network. Though, to be honest, Reback’s explanation is over my head. So is the original Google paper. Like everyone else I’m just entranced by the idea that the translation machine did something unexpected.

Especially now that machines routinely do unexpected things. Time to adjust expectations.

Via Craig Mod.

730turk: them vs me ⚓︎

Do you think 730turk would be mad at me if I called this song SpongeBob-core?

I ain’t the best at this shit / n***a I’m doing what I can

The Big Step Back ⚓︎

Robin Sloan:

Yet we should never forget that the product of work isn’t only the work — it’s also the worker. Doing the work changes you; the up-close expe­ri­ence trans­forms your capa­bil­i­ties and even your desires. Insights and ideas emerge from that interface, and I believe the agent mae­stros lose a lot — too much — when they take their big step back. … I don’t merely want things done; I want to do them.

Via Unsung.

Parametron ⚓︎

Japan has been good at computers for a long time.

In 1954, Eiichi Goto invented the parametron, a logic device leveraging nonlinear parametric oscillation with two ferrite cores [and] in 1957, Goto led the development of the PC-1, a pioneering fully programmable stored-program computer powered by 4,200 parametrons. … Unlike the complex, maintenance-intensive vacuum tube computers of the era (vacuum tubes had relatively short lifetime compared with other circuit element, thus the necessity of replacement of a few vacuum tubes a day for constant operation), the PC-1 achieved high reliability with fewer components, low power consumption, and exceptional fault tolerance, ensuring sustained operation in a university laboratory environment.

Also, necessity…

Why did you create parametron? “At the time, there were no computers in Japan. So we decided to make one at the Takahasi Laboratory at the University of Tokyo. But the university’s research budget was not enough. At the time, vacuum tubes cost 1,000 yen each, and transistors cost 8,000 yen each. Also, vacuum tubes wear out quickly. Transistors were still unstable. In comparison, ferrite cores, which had long been familiar in, say radio circuit construction, cost just 5 yen each. So I thought, why not use ferrite cores as the material? Ferrite cores are a stable material, and since they are made of pottery, they don’t break if you make them right the first time.”

Via Hacker News.

Gary, Save Me ⚓︎

Casey and I got caught in a tornado warning on our way home from Michigan today.

In regular heavy rain we’d keep driving, but after a “Watch,” a “Warning,” and finally an “IMMINENT THREAT” alert screeched out of our phones, we stopped.

We pulled off in Gary and drove for the sturdiest building we could see, a combination Department of Motor Vehicles and Child Services.

The glass doors were locked and the security guards on the other side didn’t want to let us in. They have a no-pets policy, and we had Basil with us, wearing a summer bandana instead of his service regalia.

“Even in a tornado?” Casey asked. But before they could answer, someone else unlocked the doors and barreled out of them to shelter someplace else, and we stepped in after him.

A sweet guard, pro-Basil, or at least indifferent to him, showed us to the stairwell where a dozen other employees and clients sheltered.

The power went out in five minutes. Two emergency lights came on. One burned out quickly. The other one held.

We didn’t have cell service but one of the sheltering social workers did, and she used it to play Indiana weather TV out loud and to text her husband about the Italian beef she’d left simmering in a Crockpot since the morning, which would now live or die by the speed of the Indiana linemen.

Another social worker checked her Ring camera. Her American flag was ripped out by the wind, “pole and all.”

Meanwhile the DCS guards continued to check on us, steady yet sort of lumbering, using their phones as flashlights.

When the worst of it passed, about forty minutes later, the guards told us we could leave. But “DCS employees are not free to go home,” the social-worker-in-chief reminded everybody. “I want to be absolutely clear.” Casey and I stepped into the green-gray light, waded in the storm water. Got to the car, got to I-90, and returned home to Chicago, where the rain fills our basements, and the tornadoes only lick our gates.

AI Alignment Is a Red Herring ⚓︎

“The best way to prevent a rogue AGI from processing the Earth into maximum paperclips is to unleash a second AGI that will work to stop it,” Matt Webb says.

Sounds scary to me, but I’m ultimately convinced that having a lot of somewhat-powerful super-machines around, in contest and sometimes in cooperation, is a lot better than having just one uncontestedly super-powerful machine around. Much like people and nations, as Matt says. (No machines isn’t an option, just like no states isn’t an option.)

This is a template which doesn’t always look like it is working, but it has worked at least in the case of not blowing up the king for some four centuries, and it doesn’t rely on 100% alignment: it relies on the dynamic equilibrium of multiple parties with competing interests.

I love that, in the year of our lord 2026, Micro Center still attracts freaks of the classical variety to its staff.

So many adorable babies and their parents showed up to the Finom show at the MCA last night. Our front row was a dancing cherub fest.

Senior Soft Serve ⚓︎

Burger King drive-through line. On the screen, I can see the order of the car in front of me.

Soft-serve cone.
Senior drink.
$0.74 total.

My heart.

Real Self-Soothing ⚓︎

Real self-soothing: “I can’t control what other people think. All I can do is try my best. Realistically, I seem to be doing fine.” Etc.

Fake self-soothing: “If they don’t like me, fuck them … They probably don’t like me … Fuck them.”

It’s easy to let fear dress up as assurance.

Then you’re a spring-loaded denial machine, defensive at the first hint of detraction, primed not to listen but just to shut down and circle up.

Real self-soothing involves uncertainty: you don’t know what’s going to happen. You don’t know what other people think. You’re asking yourself to tolerate that.

Fake self-soothing erases uncertainty: the worst case is happening. All bets are off. You can do and say what you want. You’re a victim.

Probably in everyone’s best interest to help others become good self-soothers.

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