Category: MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE
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Ulysses
So Ulysses finally comes rowing back into Ithaca. Long trip, longer than advertised, and the shoreline isn’t olive trees anymore — its server racks humming, whispering, belching out cloud exhaust. The suitors have multiplied in his absence, and none of them are men. They’re LLMs. Not one or two scribblers competing for Penelope’s attention, but…
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Phase Transition
Welcome to 2025, where the music industry has achieved something genuinely unprecedented in the annals of human cultural production: it has successfully replaced its primary product with its own publicity apparatus. This is not hyperbole. This is not metaphor. This is the actual material condition of our present moment, and it’s magnificent in its sheer…
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Larping Platonism
This points straight at the deep tension between artistic realism and mathematical idealism. Artists already live in a world where form doesn’t ensure function, where structure can betray you, where the beautifully designed fails. Why is this news to mathematicians? Math pretends it lives in a frictionless world. In art, surprise and disappointment are built…
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Active Terrain
When I first watched Cave of Forgotten Dreams, I didn’t have a lightbulb moment. I had something stranger—a sense of orientation. Herzog’s voice drifted through the darkness, talking about Paleolithic painters using the cave’s natural forms as part of their art. How they didn’t flatten the wall into canvas—they collaborated with it. Followed its curves.…
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A Better Future
One of the risks in demanding a “better” media — smarter, fairer, more truthful — is that you might get exactly that. Or rather, you might get something that looks exactly like that: a more intelligent system, but also a more evasive, more adaptive one. Harder to dismiss, because it now knows how to perform…
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The Cognitive Manhattan Project and Its Coming Boardroom Coup
The air in Davos smells of melting permafrost and panic-sweat. Venture capitalists whisper about AGI alignment like medieval monks debating how many angels might pirouette on a data center’s cooling fin. Meanwhile, in a windowless Virginia sub-basement, a task force plots its leveraged buyout of one of those boutique model shops out near the crumbling…
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Karaoke Singularity
Today’s “creators” often romanticize rejection as if it automatically equals innovation, drawing a flattering parallel to the Impressionists — without earning it. Consider the viral “AI artist” selling NFT glitches while citing Van Gogh’s ear as a brand ethos, or the startup founder pitching “disruption” with a crypto app that repackages 2017 blockchain tropes. These…
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Poker, Chess, Bridge, and Go
Everyone talks about the game as if there’s only one. But there are at least four. Four players. Four strategies. Four clocks. All layered over the same world like mismatched transparencies. The United States deals in poker—fast, brash, bluff-heavy. It thrives on leverage, spectacle, and calculated risk. Winning isn’t about holding the best hand—it’s about…
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East India Company
I first read The Anarchy by William Dalrymple in the early days of the Trump administration—back when there was still a fleeting concern of malevolent competence, a sense (however misguided) that the machinery might be steered, however clumsily. That mirage evaporated fast. What followedu wasn’t some masterclass in autocracy but a clown car of…
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The Post Narcissist Hangover
Every zeitgeist has its drug. That’s the secret code, the tracer bullet through history. You don’t chart the eras by wars or presidents or hairstyles — you chart them by the highs. By the chemicals, rituals, and psychic contraband that lit the fuse and kept the engine howling. You want to know what decade you’re…