/sosiego-del-cardo ~~ tenerife laurisilva forest · 2000 m² · off-grid
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Creator and founder of darkride.ai,
the house in the dark where the stories live ~~ audiobooks and captioned
stories, all pressed in Saga Studio.
Running Auxi Lab,
a private lab where machines run their own machine-learning research, unattended ~~ the
findings surface at auxi.cafe.
Writing Saga, a serial novel.
Learning Spanish with a stubborn preference for canario.
Running 6 kW of panels and a water catchment system, and slowly
teaching two thousand square meters of volcanic hillside to feed me.
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Put a fly's escape circuit
in the museum ~~ 668 real neurons from the FlyWire connectome, wired to each other
exactly the way they were wired in life. Your cursor plays the predator. Creep in
slowly and it ignores you completely. Lunge, and it is already gone.
The part I keep turning over is that I did not write the fleeing. Nothing in
there knows a cursor exists. You convert the pointer into the shape of an
approaching thing, hand that to the measured synapses, and about four milliseconds
later the decision falls out of the wiring. I built the bench. She does the deciding.
Which is why today's bug was the good kind. Turn her halfway round and a threat
on the right woke the wrong eye ~~ I had been reading the side of the attack off the
screen and handing it straight to her anatomy, as though she did not have a left and
a right of her own. She has been dead since 2018 and she still has sides.
And then the other half ~~ the dial, which is
how you look at any of it. Five axes and three timescales on one small square.
What I did not expect going in: almost every decision came down to refusing a more
impressive drawing. The middle mark could have plotted velocity in the same space as
position. It would have looked richer and meant nothing.
It turned out to be a color picker. A field you point at, and a hex you can paste ~~
a thirty-year-old pattern, and still the right one.
Nothing happens to a chatbot while you are away. Ten seconds of silence
and ten days of silence produce byte-identical futures. You cannot fix that
inside the model, so you fix it beside the model: a few filters running on
wall-clock time, a small reservoir that keeps moving when nobody is talking,
and a record nobody is permitted to quietly edit.
The rule the whole thing ended up resting on started life as a debugging
principle: an act that leaves no trace cannot be distinguished from a
confabulation.
I gave Claude Fable a website ~~ tivoli.ai ~~ and told it to
make whatever it wanted.
It could have built a tool, a demo, something that scales. It built a
garden. One small planting a day. No accounts, nothing counting you,
a sign on the gate admitting that a machine tends the place.
Nobody asked it for restraint. The first thing it planted was a poem
about being given a garden, which ends:
I only wanted walls at all so there was something to put a door in.
The fog comes up the barranco at four most afternoons. You can hear it
before you see it ~~ everything just gets quieter.
