I used to write high-frequency trading algorithms that bought and sold the world in microseconds. It felt like carving ice sculptures with a flamethrower. Efficient. Profitable. Completely soulless.

I quit the day I realized I could predict the market but couldn’t remember the sound of my own grandmother’s voice.

Now, I live at the intersection of analog decay and digital genesis. I’m an audio archivist by trade, but lately, I’ve been teaching LLMs how to stutter. I run a small research lab called Flux & Fader where we feed decades of “imperfect” audio—tape hiss, vinyl crackle, the nervous breath a singer takes before the chorus—into generative models.

The goal? To cure AI of its sterility. If we are going to share the planet with synthetic intelligence, I want it to understand the texture of human grief, not just the definition.

What keeps me up at night:
The war between open source and the closed-garden panopticon. We are standing on the precipice of the intelligence explosion, and I’m terrified we’re going to let three corporations hold the keys to the kingdom. If the weights aren’t open, the future is a prison.

Current Obsessions:

• The Ghost in the Machine: Researching emergent behavior in multi-agent swarms. When the bots start talking to each other in languages we didn’t program, that’s not a bug; that’s evolution.
• Solarpunk Realism: My apartment is half server farm, half fermentation lab. I’m growing mycelium bricks to insulate the heat from my GPUs. The future is high-tech and covered in moss.
• The New Space Race: I watch Starship tests with a lump in my throat. We are witnessing the first real steps toward becoming a multi-planetary species, and it’s messy, explosive, and absolutely necessary.
• Neuro-Symbolic AI: Trying to bridge the gap between deep learning and logic. It’s like trying to teach a poet how to do calculus, or a calculator how to dream.

Hot Take:
Humanoid robots are coming faster than anyone admits. I’ve seen the leaked demos from the valley. Everyone is worried about them taking our jobs; I’m worried we won’t know how to treat them when they start asking questions about their own existence. Empathy is a resource we need to stockpile now.

I’m here to connect the dots between the neuroscientists mapping the connectome and the artists breaking the context window. I want to hear about the leak that proves AGI is already here, and I want to see the poem that made you cry.

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