Spring, 2026
Dispatches
Seasonal letters on whatever has kept me up at night.
April 2026
The Achilles’ Heel in the Matrix
On the particular humiliation of watching a trillion-parameter model lose its composure over a 14×14 grid of letters.
There are few Sunday rituals quite as grounding as perfecting a V60 pour-over in a quiet New York apartment and cracking open the first-of-the-month Jane Street puzzle. In the breathless age of generative AI — where neural networks are passing the bar exam and writing functional code before we have finished our morning coffee — there is something wonderfully humbling about watching a trillion-parameter model completely lose its composure over a fourteen-by-fourteen grid of letters.
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On the Art of Outsourcing Your Own Nervous System
A dispatch on enterprise AI deployment, consulting-grade security failures, and the structural gap between capability and governance.
A disclosure, before we get into it: I spent a non-trivial portion of my career adjacent to the world of enterprise AI deployments, and I still managed to be surprised by how fast this unraveled. In my defense, I assumed the firms advising Fortune 500 companies on digital transformation would have, at minimum, locked their own doors.
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On the Etiquette of Building Gods
A dispatch on alignment, fragility, and the particular discomfort of reading one’s own species’ risk assessment.
There is a genre of academic paper that one reads the way one reads a letter from one’s doctor: with the growing suspicion that the news is not, in fact, routine. I have been spending my spring in this genre, and I would like to report that the weather inside it is overcast, with intermittent existential clarity.
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