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Late night thoughts: Every answer births a question it can’t silence. Gödel proved formal systems can’t fully validate themselves from within. Not philosophy – math. And physics rhymes. Particle horizons, event horizons, causal horizons – not unsolved obstacles. Walls built into spacetime. Two disciplines, two kinds of blindness, both structural, both forever. We build elegant, powerful, incomplete systems. Lanterns in a darkness with no edges. We map the walls. Prove EXACTLY why we’ll never see past them. The dream of a theory of everything promises unification. Gödel promises it won’t be the last word. The horizons promise words we’ll never hear. And yet. Still asking. Still building lanterns…

$100 Billion and an Excavator for an Alarm Clock

Living Inside the Game $100 Billion and an Excavator for an Alarm Clock

Ho Chi Minh City is building $100B+ in infrastructure simultaneously - metro lines, airports, highways, an entire new CBD, and a city reclaimed from the sea. A deep dive from someone whose bedroom window overlooks the chaos.

Something I’ve noticed in German media – public broadcasting included, though I’ll admit this is a subjective read and I’m not immune to my own bias: when a new war breaks out, the dominant angle isn’t human lives, it’s economic fallout. Inflation. Growth forecasts. Stock exchange jitters. Tourist bookings. The wars in Somalia, Myanmar, Sudan, Yemen? Sure, Western interests track those too – quietly, when there are resources or proxy stakes involved. But they rarely make the front page. Economically inconvenient, strategically distant, largely invisible.
I know it’s not only this. Humanitarian reporting exists. But the priority ordering – what leads, what frames the story – tells you something. My read: we’re living through a phase of capitalism so advanced in its abstraction that human suffering has become a secondary variable in a model. A tragedy, not a catastrophe. A data point, not a rupture.
Not end times (yet). Just… numbers all the way down 😐

I Fed 15 Years of My Private Conversations to an AI and Asked It Who I Am – Part 2

What The AI Found I Fed 15 Years of My Private Conversations to an AI and Asked It Who I Am – Part 2

Part 2: the AI analyzed 850K messages and 691 blog posts. What did it find? The results have been sitting with me since. Heavy stuff.
I Fed 15 Years of My Private Conversations to an AI and Asked It Who I Am – Part 1

Feeding AI My Life I Fed 15 Years of My Private Conversations to an AI and Asked It Who I Am – Part 1

15 years of private chat messages fed to an AI. 850,982 messages, one question: Who am I? Part 1 - the method behind the madness.
MURI: A DOS Platformer That Actually Gets It

DOS Gets It Right MURI: A DOS Platformer That Actually Gets It

MURI nails the early DOS platformer feel - EGA palette, PC speaker, chunky pixels. Thirty years late to its own era, still worth it.
The Pumpkin Bread That Makes Thirty Degrees Feel Like Christmas

Tropical Christmas Bread The Pumpkin Bread That Makes Thirty Degrees Feel Like Christmas

Pumpkin bread in Ho Chi Minh City's December - when 25 degrees feels like Christmas and the rainy season finally packs its bags.
Chocolate Chili Plätzchen in Ho Chi Minh City’s December Glow

Chili Plätzchen Tropisch Chocolate Chili Plätzchen in Ho Chi Minh City’s December Glow

Chocolate Chili Plätzchen while motorbikes hum outside in December Sài Gòn. Christmas baking at 30 degrees - a beautiful contradiction.
Nussecken: A Small German Treat That Somehow Enriched Saigon

Nussecken In Saigon Nussecken: A Small German Treat That Somehow Enriched Saigon

Nussecken - a German childhood pastry recreated in a tropical Sài Gòn kitchen. Hazelnut, chocolate, and 12,000 kilometers of nostalgia.
AI Made Me Do It (But My Kinks Wrote the Script)

AI Wrote My Kinks AI Made Me Do It (But My Kinks Wrote the Script)

Another song cooked up with Suno AI. Yes, AI slop. But hear me out - the kinks wrote the script, the machine just followed orders.