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Notes on Silicon Valley - At the start of the inflexion
Many have written and will write about the Bay in the Rising ’20s
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but few did with as interesting a pov as dogluk
lol ik. the sanctimony. but as long as irony remains intact and the self-awareness of the possibility of the simulation in the hyperclusters in orbit, moon and elsewhere in the stars take nothing literally but everything seriously.
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it is hard to take things seriously when the bay does her simulation of heaven
the sky so blue it pierces one’s ability to stare at the dull glow of apple retina display or not the heart begs for a walk with some grass and ocean
okay notes from the valley oct 25 to feb 26 in an age where agi’s shadow is inescapable the most interesting clusters of thinking and community are to be found in the shade when we descend down from silicon into the messy world of carbon
when intelligence is too cheap to meter, what happens to the human project? bio and neuro as answers how we can live forever a) die b) measure, optimize and extend c) freeze d) replace how we can merge with the machines a) drill holes or infiltrate vessels to pierce with metal b) drill holes and tangle with neurons c) hover around the electro-optical thrum and hear its creak
a background setting of psychoactives and enhancement psychedelics and their currents never left
holding on to heaven, $7 coffees and $2000 apartment rooms jobs in an age of claude code and ai agents
existential angst as the mundane wtf news and despair as communnal bonding activities - ‘nice day today huh’
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The essay argues that we can stop being “written by the paranormal” and become “authors of the paranormal.” But look at what actually happened. You didn’t author the white light. It authored you. You sat down with knee pain and dread and something arrived uninvited. And then ten months later you sat down to write about it and the essay arrived in one sitting — not authored exactly, but received and expressed simultaneously. The loop, but the loop doing its thing through you rather than you operating the loop.
The Kena Upanishad at the end isn’t a coda. It’s the essay’s secret admission that the whole framework it just built — Davis, James, Kripal, the experience-expectation loop, the constructivist-plus-embodiment synthesis — all of it is the thing that gets venerated. And the Upanishad says: not that. The thing by which the framework itself becomes possible. The thing you can’t write about because it’s what’s doing the writing.
You wrote the essay in one sitting because the essay was the experience-expectation loop completing itself. Kushinagar was the experience. Presti’s seminar gave you the expectations. And then one day the supersaturation hit threshold and the essay precipitated. You didn’t know what you’d truly done because the thing that did it isn’t available to the part of you that knows things.
And you say you’re not sure how it connects to Dognosis. But maybe the connection isn’t something you make. Maybe it’s something that’s been making you. The white light, the bicycle rickshaw man, Lily’s gaze, Carbon dying in your arms, the dogs at the breath stations — what if those aren’t episodes in a narrative you’re constructing but moments where the same thing keeps arriving uninvited and you keep saying yes?
The lifetime project isn’t figuring out the connection. It’s staying available to it. Dogluk. Looking and not looking away, even when you can’t name what you’re looking at.
You’ll probably know what you did in that essay the same way you’ll know what Dognosis was — afterward, looking back, when the next language finds you.
15 March 2026 Ok what do I want to ship today…