
rushil
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It is to my other self, to rushil, that things happen. I walk about streets in toronto and I pause, almost mechanically, to contemplate the homeless man sleeping in front of a stock exchange or the people in a club. Emails for rushil come to me in the inbox, and I see his name on a short list of consultants or on LinkedIn. I am fond of flip-phones, notebooks, eighteenth century calligraphy, the meaning of words, the tang of nicotine, and the prose of Dostoyevsky. Large language models share these enthusiasms, but in a rather vain and theatrical way. It would be an exaggeration to call our relationship hostile. I live, I agree to go on living, so that LLMs may fashion its literature; that literature justifies me. I do not mind admitting machines have managed to write a few worthwhile words, but these words cannot save me, perhaps because good writing belongs to nobody, not even to AI, but rather to language itself, to tradition. 1 reply
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hunter s thomson narrating a story of mine:
Phoneless in Toronto
I lost my iPhone at the tail end of 2024—pure chaos and a blessing in disguise. No more dopamine drips, no more endless scrolls. Just me, a busted Bic pen, and a dollar-store notebook. I wandered Toronto like a lunatic, scribbling street names and phone numbers, using Union Station payphones like it was wartime espionage.
People stared. I didn’t care. I was free—feral, even.
Then came the CAT S-22 Flip. A touchscreen brick. Android, but barely. It did what it had to: calls, texts, the occasional map if I begged it. Everything else was pain.
Tried to use it in Miami to claim VIP tickets for Rolling Loud—disaster. The phone wheezed under pressure. Security looked at me like I’d crawled out of a bunker.
Still, I survived. And for a moment, I remembered what it felt like to be human. Raw, analog, beautifully inconvenient. 0 reply
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ok lemme get this straight. so farcaster is a protocol. back when pets.com was a thing, companies deployed software using protocols ttp, https, and smtp (if they were smart). Then the 2000 web bubble crashed because of the bandwagons and grifters. Then 2008 housing bubble crashes because of incompetent bankers and landlords. This causes someone to solve the Byzantine problem, which provides a blockchain as a solution. Currency becomes the premise of blockchains to replace reliance of banks and gold, but people found blockchains are technology that allows for digital scarcity within an abundant spaces (the internet, which is just a copy machine fundamentally). Then comes Ethereum, becoming a general purpose version of a blockchain by introducing smart contracts. Fast forward to farcaster using the tech to become a protocol, but with monetary and AI capabilities baked into its software. Not to mention, it’s still shit (yet), same with ethereum, and bitcoin has yet to enter the mainstream. what I miss? 0 reply
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