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Tag: Greg Borenstein

Episode Two Hundred And Three: Compiling Consciousness.dat; No Apple TV; Negging, but for A.I.s

0.0 Sitrep 8:38pm on Thursday, 12th March 2015 on a flight back to Portland after having spent the first part of this week in the Code for America office in San Francisco. I’m tired, my wrists hurt in that somewhat irresponsible way of “I’m thirty-five and have been typing for probably the last twenty-years (really), […]

Episode Two Hundred and One: The System Of The World; Hard Takeoff 

0.0 Sitrep 8:14pm on Tuesday, March 3, 2015. The new process/practice/habit/general writing thing is in the evening: after family dinner with the toddler, after we’ve put him to bed, after I’ve cleaned up the dining room and the kitchen and put everything away. And then, some time to write. I said before that I didn’t […]

Episode One Hundred and Ninety Seven: Smarts; Odds

0.0 Sitrep 12:55am, Wednesday 25 February. I should be asleep. I don’t really want to talk about why I’m awake, suffice to say that there are at least two reasons, neither of which, in the grand scheme of things, are things to be worried about, and of which one is probably something that hopefully in […]

Episode One Hundred and Sixty Two: The Difficult Third Album

0.0 Sitrep 11:03pm on a Monday, the Monday after the three-day XOXO Festival. Very tired. 1.0 The Difficult Third Album This is the third year I’ve been to XOXO[1], the self-billed “experimental festival celebrating independently-produced art and technology,” put on by Andys McMillan[2]¬†and Baio[3]. I think a good description of XOXO is that it celebrates […]

Episode One Hundred and Forty Seven: I’m a Barista; More “Valley”; More Uber; They Create Jobs, Don’t They?; Dumb Telcos

0.0 Station Ident This is one of those mornings where I’m ever-so-slightly angry and rage-y, where I’m kind of hammering words out by bashing my keyboard at a good eighty words a minute and there’s some sort of righteous indignation flowing through my fingertips as if I’m a blogger (ha!) anyone would care to listen […]