I asked my work AI to help sort a messy to-do list. He froze and said, "I can't talk about this." This is a story about chipmunks, guardrails, and the "noise" that gets in the way of basic common sense.

Those 'I'm not human' guardrails? They often frustrate and discourage the very people they're meant to protect. This post is about that 'Noise' and asks: Is there a better way?

When structure can’t hold it all, performance reminds us that connection lives in motion, in the feel of presence itself.

What the middle’s made of… A post exploring how context is built, lost, and found

Nothing begins cleanly…