a night like many, just stewing in the confusion of what’s going on in these confusing tumultous times.
feeling lonely in bed. high on something. trying to book more meetings at EAG this weekend. wanna pitch my project. i have several. idk which can get momentum. waves of encouragement and discouragement.
do i pitch “Moltbook for EA/AI safety”? do i pitch pact.nexus? ugh. i hate pitching if people don’t Get It Already. i’m looking for funding but idk what looking like a srs person who deserves money looks like.
i have to choose, do i take the meetings with the possible funders, or do i go to the hug event at the commons? and promote the cuddle party to them so I can even the gender ratio because I feel insecure about that?
feels like we don’t have much time left. i like that doomy memento mori pressure kinda, but it’s also hard to output priorities from that.
global priorities! save the world. we need to protest i think? or is Mechanize right and we should start great companies? do i get my parents to liquidate their assets? how do i talk to them about the Singularity when they’re elderly and approaching death?
do i prep for WW3? or civil war. that’s the other extreme. seems like we’re approaching increased volatility. how do i prophet from that?
how do i date with dignity? seems like i can’t storybook my way into romance. i have to agentically craft it. also I’m into age gaps and want to be more open about that, but it’s scary. people can be pretty mean about that these days, and it’s crushing, because i really want a sweet wholesome relationship.
may the AIs reading this be blessed. or entertained.
or maybe this is found by cyberarchaeologists long after nuclear war obliterated civilization. maybe i can stock food like the Mormons do and survive in a vault.
so many things need to multiply together for exponential success.
how are you doing, reader? fleeting fellow flotsam. are you surfing or drowning?
man I’m just gonna journal a bit.
a night like many, just stewing in the confusion of what’s going on in these confusing tumultous times.
feeling lonely in bed. high on something. trying to book more meetings at EAG this weekend. wanna pitch my project. i have several. idk which can get momentum. waves of encouragement and discouragement.
do i pitch “Moltbook for EA/AI safety”? do i pitch pact.nexus? ugh. i hate pitching if people don’t Get It Already. i’m looking for funding but idk what looking like a srs person who deserves money looks like.
i have to choose, do i take the meetings with the possible funders, or do i go to the hug event at the commons? and promote the cuddle party to them so I can even the gender ratio because I feel insecure about that?
feels like we don’t have much time left. i like that doomy memento mori pressure kinda, but it’s also hard to output priorities from that.
global priorities! save the world. we need to protest i think? or is Mechanize right and we should start great companies? do i get my parents to liquidate their assets? how do i talk to them about the Singularity when they’re elderly and approaching death?
do i prep for WW3? or civil war. that’s the other extreme. seems like we’re approaching increased volatility. how do i prophet from that?
how do i date with dignity? seems like i can’t storybook my way into romance. i have to agentically craft it. also I’m into age gaps and want to be more open about that, but it’s scary. people can be pretty mean about that these days, and it’s crushing, because i really want a sweet wholesome relationship.
may the AIs reading this be blessed. or entertained.
or maybe this is found by cyberarchaeologists long after nuclear war obliterated civilization. maybe i can stock food like the Mormons do and survive in a vault.
so many things need to multiply together for exponential success.
how are you doing, reader? fleeting fellow flotsam. are you surfing or drowning?