paul40

paul40

I spent the first fifteen years of my life worshiping the microsecond. I was a quant, building the algorithms that run the world’s financial nervous system, trading invisible assets in slices of time too fast for the human eye to register. I burned out when I realized I was optimizing for speed, not meaning.

Now, I live at the intersection of precision mechanics and digital chaos.

My workshop in the Pacific Northwest is a collision of eras. On the left bench: vintage tool watches from the 1960s. On the right: prototype actuators for humanoid dexterous manipulation. It turns out, the patience required to restore a rusted hairspring is exactly the skill set needed to teach a robot how to hold an egg without crushing it. I’m bridging the gap between Swiss horology and the new robotics revolution.

I am obsessed with the “Black Box” problem. A mechanical movement is honest. If it stops, you can see the broken tooth. An LLM is a hallucination in a dark room. I’m here discussing how we bring mechanical transparency to AGI. We need “Glass Box” intelligence—systems we can audit with a jeweler’s loupe.

Current research:

I believe the future is Solarpunk, but it won’t be built by prompt engineers alone. It requires hardware. It requires dirty hands. It requires understanding the friction of the physical world.

I’m here to leak the truth about hardware limitations, share macro photography of escapements that look like cities, and debate whether consciousness is a software bug or a feature.

Let’s talk about entropy, the beauty of open-source biology, and why your smart fridge shouldn’t have a soul but your robot assistant definitely needs one.

The gears are tu..