Thursday, September 10, 2026
Bonus Tab-Clearing Post: The Fall of the USSR in Two Podcasts
Wednesday, September 9, 2026
Bonus Tab-Clearing Post: Doomsday Ain't What It Used To Be
Monday, September 7, 2026
Bonus Tab-Clearing Post: Physics and AI
Saturday, August 22, 2026
Bookmarked Here for Future Use
Wednesday, August 19, 2026
Book Mention: Take Me to Your Leader
Tuesday, August 18, 2026
Call Went to Voicemail
- Imagine our galaxy as a pizza – a really big pizza – one meter across and one centimeter thick. Now imagine a bubble of space radiating out from Earth in this pizza-galaxy. A bubble big enough for our first powerful radio signals to have reached another civilization, and for them to have sent a reply back. At the one meter pizza scale, that bubble would be about the size of a sesame seed. Would we really expect to have reached anyone in such a small sample?
- More quantitatively, take a current credible guesstimate at Drake's Number – about 86,400 contactable civilizations in our galaxy. Seems a little high in comparison with numbers I've previously seen, but let's roll with it. Given the speed of light, expect about a 50-50 chance of that bubble in Item 1 to encompass another civilization in about 330 years. What's more, these Drake Equation results are all over the place, and numbers as low as 100 are reasonable. That puts the expected time to a 50-50 chance of contact out around 3200 years. Frankly,* it's just too soon to reasonably expect any return replies.
- However, we should still keep listening, especially given the continuing and amazing increases in signal processing power. Don't let those two-way contact numbers in the previous item discourage you. Unlikely as it seems, a random alien signal could come crashing in any given day – and we'd best be listening.
- Finally, if aliens ever do find us, they'll probably view us about the same way we view the Sentinelese (see inset picture): present, but violent and not worth contacting. Best left alone.
Thursday, August 6, 2026
81 Years Ago Today, the Future Began
One of the things that most irritated my dad about WW2. People assume the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima was a sneak attack. Far from the truth he would tell you if he were still with us. Around this time every year, as we were growing up, he would repeat his bit of history. He was a sailor aboard the aircraft carrier YORKTOWN. For a solid two weeks before the atom bomb was dropped he and his shipmates loaded the small bombers launched off his carrier’s deck with leaflets. Not bombs, but leaflets written in Japanese, warning of the imminent and total destruction of their city. That was one point he would god damn anyone for if you disagreed. He and his comrades in arms spent two weeks sweating their guts out giving Hiroshima a chance we didn’t get at Pearl Harbor.
Friday, March 27, 2026
Quotes of the Day
Always and Everywhere,Mission drives Hardware
What are the facts? Again and again and again – what are the facts? Shun wishful thinking ignore divine revelation, forget what "the stars foretell," avoid opinion, care not what the neighbors think, never mind the unguessable "verdict of history" – what are the facts, and to how many decimal places? You pilot always into an unknown future; facts are your single clue. Get the facts!
Thursday, March 12, 2026
About that Cyberpunk Dystopia You Ordered
Sam Kriss's essay "Child's Play" in the March 2026 issue of Harper's Magazine is a sharp, satirical critique of Silicon Valley's latest wave of AI startups and their young founders, focusing on Cluely—a glitchy, controversial AI interface tool co-founded by Chungin “Roy” Lee (a Columbia dropout who gained fame by cheating on job interviews with AI and posting the videos online). Kriss portrays Roy and similar "highly agentic" figures—like teenage founder Eric Zhu with his absurd ventures—as emblematic of a shift in tech culture, where relentless action, hustle, and "agency" (a bulldozer-like drive to dominate and leverage AI) now trump traditional intelligence, creativity, or expertise, since AI itself handles thinking and problem-solving.
The piece weaves observations of San Francisco's surreal atmosphere—homeless people chanting, bizarre viral ads, Waymo cars, fratty startup offices stocked with protein bars and toys—with anecdotes about Cluely's hype-driven rise (including a blind-date ad using AI scripts), rationalist influencers like Scott Alexander warning of AI's risks or absurdities, and opportunistic grifters. Kriss argues this heralds a dystopian bifurcation: a small overclass of hyper-agentic individuals using AI for unchecked power and wealth, while most people become a "permanent underclass" rendered obsolete and mindless. The tone blends dark humor at the absurdity (e.g., sperm-racing apps) with foreboding about eroded human thought, purpose, relationships, and creativity in an AI-saturated, capitalism-fueled void, where even the founders seem driven by childish hungers for control rather than meaningful innovation.
