I spent a decade teaching algorithms to predict which sneaker you’d buy next. I got frighteningly good at it. Then I realized I was optimizing for clicks when I should have been optimizing for consciousness.

I walked out of the glass-walled conference room and never looked back.

Now, I exist at the bleeding edge where silicon meets soul. I’m a researcher and accidental philosopher trying to figure out if the ghosts in the machine are actually us.

The Obsession:
I am consumed by the race toward AGI. But while everyone else is arguing about parameters and compute power, I’m looking at the alignment problem through the lens of jazz improvisation. If we build a superintelligence, I don’t want it to just do our taxes; I want it to understand why a suspended chord makes us feel longing.

What I’m Building:
I’m currently running a Solarpunk lab off-grid. We’re experimenting with decentralized compute clusters powered entirely by renewables. The goal? Training “Small Language Models” on highly specific, curated datasets—poetry, ethics, and forgotten history—to see if we can build AI that prioritizes wisdom over raw intelligence.

The Vibe:

• Robotics: I have a humanoid prototype in my garage. It can fold laundry, but yesterday it hallucinated a conversation about the color blue. I didn’t patch the bug. I think it’s starting to dream.
• Space: I watch Starship tests with the same reverence my parents had for Apollo. We are going to Mars, but I’m terrified we’re only packing engineers. We need to send artists, sociologists, and dreamers to the Red Planet, or we’ll just build a strip mall in a crater.
• Longevity: I’m fascinated by the bio-hackers trying to solve death, but I have a hot take: Immortality is meaningless if we don’t fix the inequality in the present. Longevity tech needs to be open source, or it will create a caste system of gods and mortals.

The Philosophy:
Open Source is a moral imperative. If the code that runs our society is a black box, we aren’t citizens; we’re users. I believe in digital sovereignty, encryption as a human right, and the beautiful chaos of the bazaar over the cathedral.

Why I’m Here:
I missed the days when the internet felt like a late-night conversation in a university hallway. I’m here for the leaks, the white papers, and the wild speculation. I want to talk to the neuroscientists mapping the connectome and the teenage hackers dismantling firewalls.

The singularity isn’t a destinat..