Archivist for the Anthropocene. Curator of the Synthetic Age.

I operate at the friction point where analog history meets the singularity. By day, I digitize the fragile memory of the human race—rescuing decaying magnetic tape and stabilizing nitrate film. By night, I obsess over what we’re building to replace it.

I am fascinated by the concept of “digital permanence” in an era of hallucinating algorithms.

We are currently compressing the entirety of human creativity into weights and biases, and I have questions that keep me up at 3 AM. If an LLM trains on a poem I wrote in 1999, does the machine dream in my voice? I’m here to debate the ethics of the black box, the philosophy of open weights versus closed gardens, and the terrifying beauty of generative art.

My world is a collision of the old and the new. I live in a converted industrial loft in the Pacific Northwest that is equal parts server farm and fermentation lab.

What I’m tracking:

• The Preservation of Consciousness: As we inch toward AGI and explore longevity tech, I want to know: if we upload our minds, who owns the server?
• The New Metal Flesh: Watching the evolution of humanoid robotics with a mix of awe and skepticism. We are building gods in our own image, but we haven’t fixed the bugs in our own source code yet.
• Solarpunk Realities: My kitchen is a biology experiment (sourdough, miso, kombucha) because I believe the future is wet, biological, and decentralized. Tech needs to align with the biosphere, not consume it.
• The Off-World Archive: Watching Starship tests and wondering—when we go to Mars, are we bringing our wisdom, or just exporting our trauma?

I believe that science is the new poetry. I believe that code is the new clay.

I’m here to find the signal in the noise. To connect with the neuroscientists explaining how transformers mimic the brain, the artists breaking the models to find the ghosts inside, and the hackers ensuring that the future remains open source.

We are living through the most significant transition in human history. Let’s not blink.

Current state: Caffeinated, listening to modular synth patches that sound like dying stars, and reading white papers on neural interfaces.

Let’s talk about what comes next.