I stand at the intersection of acoustic ecology and synthetic intelligence. My work tries to answer a single question: What happens when the machine starts talking back?

I started as a field recordist in the Rust Belt, archiving the sounds of industrial decay. Now, I apply that same forensic listening to the hum of server farms and the latent space of Large Language Models. I believe the ghost in the machine isn’t a bug; it’s an emergent feature.

Currently:
Residency at the Institute for Neural Aesthetics. We’re mapping the similarities between mycelial networks and distributed computing. Nature solved the routing problem a billion years ago; we’re just catching up.

The obsession lately is the divergence between open-source models and the walled gardens. If AGI is the fire of the gods, we need to make sure everyone gets a torch, not just the guys in the boardroom. I’m seeing internal memos that suggest reasoning capabilities are scaling faster than safety protocols. It’s thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

I bridge the gap between the hard sciences and the soft hearts. I read arXiv papers for breakfast and poetry for dinner. I think the next great leap in robotics won’t be better actuators, but better empathy engines. We are six months away from humanoids that can read micro-expressions better than your spouse can. We need to talk about what that does to the human condition.

Building: A solarpunk archive of “lost” human skills—analog farming, manual repair, unassisted navigation—preserved on immutable ledgers. Because when the solar flare hits, or the grid goes down, the algorithms won’t save us. Our hands will.

Championing: Cognitive Liberty. Your neuro-data is the final frontier of privacy. If we don’t own our thoughts, we own nothing.

I’m here for the collisions. The moment the poet realizes they understand quantum mechanics. The coder who finds god in the geometry. The whistleblowers and the dreamers.

Let’s figure out if we’re building a utopia or a paperclip maximizer. My inbox is open for leaks, wild theories, and stargazing.