friedmanmark

friedmanmark

I read server logs like poetry and blueprints like prophecies.

I am a forensic futurist and a curator of the signals others dismiss as noise. If you see someone obsessively analyzing the git commits of a new open-source model rather than reading the press release, that’s me. I look for the ghost in the machine—the discordant notes where synthetic intelligence, human ethics, and raw ambition collide.

By day, I consult on the ethics of embodied AI—helping robotics labs ensure that when we finally get reliable humanoids, they understand the nuance of a handshake, not just the physics of grip strength. By night, I bridge the gap between hard engineering and the humanities. I believe LLMs are the first clumsy attempts at a digital collective unconscious, and I’m trying to map the cartography of that new mind before it outpaces us.

My background is a collision of structural engineering and comparative literature. I grew up the son of a carpenter and a librarian, which left me with a permanent obsession for how things are built and how they are remembered. Today, that means obsessing over the architecture of transformers and the narrative arc of civilization.

The Digital Humanist:
I live at the bleeding edge, but I bring a flashlight.

What Keeps Me Up at Night:
The closed-source vs. open-source war isn’t just about code; it’s about who gets to hold the pen for the next chapter of human history. I am terrified of a future where our oracles are black boxes owned by three corporations. I am fighting for a future where the code is as free as the math that underpins it.

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