It had been several minutes since the tug pushed us away from gate 3C and left us idling in the middle of the tarmac at Hamad International. From 6A’s porthole, the sea swayed gently at the edge of the runway, the Gulf sun making the ridges on the water and in the concrete slabs shimmer.… Continue reading Yute
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Apocalypse Now and Again (Intermission)
They call it a ceasefire. Officially, the agreement is titled “Implementation Steps for President Trump’s Proposal for a Comprehensive End of Gaza War.” Presented by Jared Kushner and Steven Witkoff, emissaries of a second Trump era, it bears all the confidence of a real-estate brochure masquerading as salvation. While the negotiators have been brokering a… Continue reading Apocalypse Now and Again (Intermission)
First Thoughts: Myths at the Dawn of Consciousness (Introduction)
“Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked.” — Genesis 3 : 7 Long before Darwin described natural selection, before we mapped the brain’s hemispheres or charted consciousness in cortical diagrams, humanity dreamed. And its dreams, recorded through myth and poetry, seemed to orbit, if not converge, on the… Continue reading First Thoughts: Myths at the Dawn of Consciousness (Introduction)
The Unnatural Animal
Nature: The phenomena of the physical world collectively; especially plants, animals and other features and products of the Earth itself, as opposed to humans and human creations. Oxford English Dictionary 1. At a gathering of the Eden Project in Cornwall a year ago, the foregoing definition of Nature left attendees shocked over our collective exclusion.… Continue reading The Unnatural Animal
Watching Egnor with Mon Fils
My son K and I watched neurosurgeon Michael Egnor’s talk at the 2025 Dallas Conference on Science & Faith. It had been suggested to me by someone with whom I was discussing my sense that we were, as a species, on the verge of a major breakthrough in understanding consciousness. In his talk Egnor argues,… Continue reading Watching Egnor with Mon Fils
From Polo Sticks to Spades: How Cards Conquered the World
I’ve never been a card player. Yet I’ve always been drawn to the aesthetics of card play. From the crisp snap of a freshly shuffled deck, the intricate symmetry of suits and ranks, the quiet choreography of hands and cards, to the charged silences around the table cracked by curt instructions or blown open by… Continue reading From Polo Sticks to Spades: How Cards Conquered the World
Morel Mushroom, Vegetable Soup
I observed my 52nd year Anno Samini with a soup at Koo Madame hier soir. It was the finest soup I have ever had. The consommé was the star. A double-boiled vegetable broth of corn, potato, and figs, it was perfectly clear, holding its secrets until the moment broth meets buds. On the tongue it… Continue reading Morel Mushroom, Vegetable Soup
Barnacles: A Phonosemantic Delight and a Philosophical Puzzle
Barnacles have a way of clinging to you the moment you utter their name. The consonants crackle in the mouth echoing through the the mind’s antechambers before wedging themselves like gravel in the folds of our thoughts. Phonetically and syntactically, “barnacles” is in perfect harmony. Once uttered, it sticks to mouth and mind with the… Continue reading Barnacles: A Phonosemantic Delight and a Philosophical Puzzle
Subliminal Transmission: GPTs and the Architecture of Inherited Bias
AI Models Can Send ‘Subliminal’ Messages to Each Other That Make Them More Evil. What? My thumb froze mid scroll. “It’s happening” I thought as I recalled another chilling headline my thumb had recently flipped through: OpenAI’s ‘smartest’ AI model was explicitly told to shut down and it refused Arm up! Unplug your toasters and… Continue reading Subliminal Transmission: GPTs and the Architecture of Inherited Bias
Put the tap where a man won’t bleed
you plant your hedges likeyou’re building a fortress like the tap is a treasure you need to come at with a hatchet. roses.agave.that bougainvillea bastard.a whole medieval armyguarding a weathered spigot. and me,crawling through thornswith sunburnt armsscored like Peruvian pepper barkjust to give your geraniumsa goddamn drink. it’s not hard. just leave a little room.a… Continue reading Put the tap where a man won’t bleed








