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  Decisions, Decisions I'm running errands. Nothing heroic. Nothing urgent. The kind of lazy Sunday afternoon where the mind wanders more than the car does. I’m driving without thinking much about driving—letting muscle memory do its thing—when I stop at a red light. Next to me, a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon idles patiently. What catches my eye isn’t the Jeep. It’s the lettering. RUBICON. All caps. Clean. Intentional. Rubicon. The river. Julius Caesar. History has a way of hiding in plain sight like that. A word stamped on the side of a vehicle. A moment that once separated before from after. According to the old accounts, once Caesar crossed that river, there was no undo button. The die was cast. No reverse. No casual re-routing. For Caesar, that was a  big  decision. Sometimes that's the thing about big decisions—we only recognize them as big when we’re safely past them. Most decisions in life aren’t like that. Most are small. Mundane. Practical. What to buy at the store. Whi...

  Alt Neu Shul Night pressed down on the ghetto like a heavy cloak. The boy ran anyway. He was twelve, Jewish, barefoot on frozen stones, breath ripping in and out of his chest in sharp bursts. Somewhere behind him, boots struck cobblestone with the confidence of men who knew the city would betray him. Dogs barked. A voice barked louder. “Da! Dort!”  (There! Over there!) He turned once—only once—and that was enough. Black coats. Rifles. The pale flash of a flashlight sweeping walls already bruised by centuries of sorrow. He slipped into a dark alley. Left hand on the wall. Right hand clutching nothing. Everything he knew was already gone. The door of the Alt Neu Shul stood slightly ajar. He didn’t question it. He dove inside. The door closed with a sound too soft to be accidental. Darkness swallowed him. Not empty darkness, but thick—layered with prayers that had soaked into the stone over hundreds of years. He crouched behind a pillar, pulling his knees to his chest, trying t...

Thoughts on Daydreaming Some thoughts on daydreaming, attention, and not trying very hard I’ve always daydreamed. Looking out a window. Letting my eyes rest somewhere in the distance. Not thinking about anything in particular. Not trying to stop thinking either. Just… pausing. For most of my life, I never called this anything. It was just something I did. Later on, I was introduced to meditation. The formal kind. Eyes closed. Sit still. Focus on the breath. Clear the mind. I never liked it. Not because it was hard. But because it felt unnatural to me. Too inward. Too sealed off. Too much effort directed at  doing it right . What I noticed instead was this: When my eyes were open, when I was grounded in a room, when light was coming in through a window, my mind settled on its own. No instructions required. Thoughts came up. Then passed. Sometimes they connected to each other. Sometimes they didn’t. There was no striving. No outcome. No finish line. It was easy. Just a gentle widenin...

  How a Post-It Note Led Me to Self-Leadership A small experiment in writing things down — and taking things seriously It started, honestly, as a hunch. No system. No productivity framework. No app. Just a pen and a Post-It note — the large kind, the 3"×3" ones that are slightly annoying to deal with. I picked one up, wrote down four or five things I needed to do, and stuck it where I couldn’t ignore it. Here’s the important part: these were not new tasks. They were things I  hadn’t  written down before. Things I  hadn’t  done. Things I’d been quietly stepping around. Avoidance? Procrastination? Some low-grade mental friction I hadn’t bothered to name? I’m not sure. What I do know is this: Within a day, every item on that Post-It was done. That stopped me cold. I didn’t suddenly become more disciplined. I didn’t free up extra time. Nothing about my schedule changed. The only thing that changed was that those thoughts moved from my head to a small square of paper...

  What My Thermostat Taught Me About Systems Why systems fail quietly — and how to bring them back A cold front moved through a couple of weeks ago. I set a space heater in the secondary living room — a quiet, efficient tower unit. That room also happens to be where the thermostat lives. The heater did its job. The thermostat read the room. The furnace stayed off. The rest of the house spent the day shivering while one small corner basked in artificial summer. Nothing malfunctioned. Nothing misfired. The system behaved exactly as designed. A System That Obeyed the Wrong Reality The thermostat wasn’t confused. It measured a temperature. It compared it to a target. It took the correct action. The flaw wasn’t in the logic. It was in the assumption. It believed it was sensing the house. It was sensing a pocket of warmth. And because the numbers looked good, no alarm ever sounded. Software Drifts the Same Way Programs compile. Tests pass. Pipelines glow green. The output is still wrong....

The Boardroom in Your Mind Humans have always had “collective intelligence." There’s a funny thing happening right now in AI research. Engineers are publishing papers about  collective intelligence ,  multi-agent reasoning , and  emergent group behavior inside models . Headlines frame it as something new — almost alien — as if intelligence suddenly became plural the moment machines got involved. But humans have been doing this for a very long time. Quietly. Internally. Often without naming it. Long before AI models debated with themselves, people sat alone at night and ran mental simulations. They imagined conversations. They tested ideas against opposing viewpoints. They argued both sides of a decision in their own head. They asked,  “What would a wiser version of me say here?” This isn’t new intelligence. It’s  remembered intelligence . Napoleon Hill’s Inner Meetings In  Think and Grow Rich , Napoleon Hill describes a daily practice that sounds strange un...

  In Defense of Text to Speech Lately, my YouTube feed has been full of videos declaring that no one can read anymore. Kids can’t read. Adults won’t read. People don’t want to read. From there, the predictions escalate quickly. The death of learning. The collapse of schools. The failure of institutions. I think this is overplayed. Not because nothing is changing — it clearly is — but because panic is a poor substitute for understanding. Before we declare the end of learning itself, it’s worth slowing down and looking at  what is actually happening . One theme keeps coming up again and again in these conversations. People prefer to  listen  to information rather than read it. Audiobooks. Podcasts. YouTube. Text to speech. This preference is often framed as evidence of decline. I’m not convinced that’s the right conclusion. Listening is not new. It’s ancient. For most of human history, information moved from mouth to ear, not from page to eye. Stories were told. Instru...