("JP")

"We remember the past as being better than it actually was. We treat the present moment as far worse than it actually is." Oh my! I could cite so many objectively acknowledged events that negate both of those ideas. However, I'll just defer to Elwood P. Dowd who said, "Years ago, my mother used to say to me, she'd say 'In this world, Elwood, you... See more

Fallow Periods as Fertile Ground

In farming, land is left fallow to rest and regenerate, ensuring it remains fertile for future harvests. In a culture obsessed with constant productivity, we've forgotten this fundamental truth: creativity and growth require rest. These fallow periods aren't signs of laziness or lack of ambition—they're essential... See more

Artificial Memory and the Interruption of Infinity

Produced for the Summer of Protocols research program, Kei’s essay-chapter “Artifical Memory and the Interruption of Infinity” provides a path through the history of memory protocols in a Western context, highlighting traditional canon and where it falls short. Beginning in 500 B.C. with a Hellenic... See more

The adjacent possible is about taking two seemingly unconnected ideas and metaphorically placing them next to each other to see how they might work together.

There is much evidence on several levels that there are at least two major tasks to human life. The first task is to build a strong "container" or identity; the second is to find the contents that the container was meant to hold.

But this is the important thing, I always say learning is not just memorizing information, learning is changing your behavior. He is changing. He's actually learned from his father. He is changing his behavior.

I’m thinking about how malleable the world is, and how easy it is to forget that. The world has, many times throughout history, reconfigured itself around strong visions.

Our desires, motivations and behaviors are constantly being shaped by incentives and systems we aren’t even aware of. So much genius and money has gone into a metaphor that... See more

I am living a life of which Ernest Hemingway would be proud – a montage of cold plunges in the sea, gin at noontime, hearty lunches, and languid hours lazing in the afternoon sun.

Moving fast, let alone breaking things, is the last thing on my mind.