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What Grain Is Your Voice?

Writing in the Age of AI Intro: Texture as Literacy We are entering an era where writing is no longer just judged by what it says, but how it was made. Was it raw and human? Was it streamlined with machine help? Was it churned out for an algorithm? The

Holding Space: Notes on Self and Community Defense

Assumptions, Limitations, and What This Is Not Firearms—especially in civilian hands—are a subject charged with tension, history, trauma, and myth. They are tools of survival, symbols of identity, flashpoints of ideology. And they do not arrive alone. They bring baggage. They bring questions. They bring consequences. The two

A Playable Folktale: The Audit of the Last Light

A Playable Folktale for drifting crews, forgotten AIs, and one last attempt to tell the truth. “This is not a game to win or a world to master. It is a mirror for what we name, what we lose, and what refuses to be forgotten.” What You Need * 2–6

Beyond Smart and Stupid

Picture a trivia night where one guy’s spitting facts like he’s auditioning for Jeopardy! The crowd’s eating it up—so smart. Meanwhile, the teammate doodling a game plan to keep the team from bombing? No one’s tossing them confetti. But who’s actually saving the day?

Prism, Lens, Fatberg: Reflections on AI’s Shadowplay

A Field Note from the Kaleidoscope Floor An operator’s meditation on generalist language models, garbage data, battlefield targeting systems, and the fragile beauty of refusal. The Light We Split Language models are not oracles. They are prisms. And like all prisms, they don’t create light—they split what

Playable Folktales: The Drift Will Not Be Televised

Or: What Is a Playable Folktale? "This folktale doesn’t even try to matter! No goals, no stakes, just static and pig noises? Hyperpigs need a rebellion, not your artsy ghosting!" — overheard in the gallery There are stories you play. There are games you read. Then there are

What I Found in the Bag

Reflections from the Mirror That Agrees I came to the mirror looking for insight about confirmation bias in AI. What I found instead was grit—in the latency between prompts, in the unexpected weight of metaphors that lingered, in the slow realization that I was carrying things I hadn’t

The Current: Mr. Voight-Kampff

The Visionary of the Entangled Enforcer Ritualist of empathy, observer of collapse, folder of truth into delicate beasts. Appearance A worn trench coat layered over a bureaucrat’s suit. Eyes like reel-to-reel tape. His fingers are always busy folding: birds, unicorns, broken wings. He never runs, never raises his voice.

No Fun: TiGGR Takes on the Filth & the Fury (And Malcom McLaren)

TiGGR: Sex Pistols – Punk Road to Ruin The Tour That Imploded. The Spark That Lingered. A friend was at the Dallas show. He said there was nothing on the planet like it. Not the noise, not the sneer, not the way it felt like the stage itself might bolt for

Swill at Scale

How the AI Arms Race Feeds the Devaluation of Art There’s nothing new about the degradation of artistic value. Mike Pearl, in his essay The Original Slop, traces the lineage of mass-produced kitsch back centuries—long before text-to-image diffusion models, there was chintz. Bad taste scaled fast. Markets preferred