whoami
cat things-i-do.txt
pwd
/sosiego-del-cardo ~~ tenerife
laurisilva forest · 2000 m² · off-grid
cat now.txt
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.
ls projects/
things I am making now
ls experiments/
lab notes ~~ measured claims only. one series, in reading order
more findings & white papers at auxi.cafe ~~ the lab café
history | less
work that outlived the companies that paid for it
ls ~/radio/
KZSC 88.1 FM, Santa Cruz ~~ from the trees to the seas
still licensed: KO6FVK, general class, since 2024
cat lineage.txt
people who taught me, directly or otherwise
ls ~/cool-people/
go look at what they make
cat ~/.obsolete
skills with no remaining job postings
ls ~/forests/
two coasts of fog, twenty million years apart
echo "scale=60; 4*a(1)" | bc -l
I was born on it
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944
tail -f ~/ruminations.log
chewing it over
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.
Finally wrote up the thing I have been building all year ~~ filters, reservoirs and records.
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.
ls elsewhere/
ls ~/webring/
a member of maki's webring ~~ take mine if you want them, and go and see hers
