There are moments when life quietly drops you into a room and whispers, “Pay attention.” No agenda. No slide decks. Just a table full of sharp, curious minds—finance, physics, law, tech—all orbiting the same strange frequency for reasons nobody could quite articulate. The air itself felt charged, like an unscheduled download from somewhere upstream. They call the space The SCIFF—a secure little enclave tucked inside a hotel. But it could’ve been anywhere. What mattered wasn’t

The good news is: if you’re producing AI slop and vibe-coded trash… you’re already here. Let’s not sugarcoat it — the internet right now is flooded with junk.AI-generated slop. Vibe-coded “masterpieces.” Instagram philosophers with diffusion filters and Canva quotes. Every feed looks like the world’s biggest art school critique, and half of it feels like someone just learned where the “generate” button lives. But here’s the thing: that noise? That chaos? That’s the sound of t

So here’s something fun. I’ll be recording a show soon with my good friend Laurence Kaldor. He asked me to come on his podcast to talk...