Passive Work Ideation

I wrote this to my friend but this blog is the only modicum of organization I have for the mess of writings I produce so I’m going to put it up so I don’t forget how to tell my story to the coding subreddit I beg for help 6 months from now.

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6/6/24

I’m having a disconnect with darkness at the moment, I go to healing circles and have nothing to talk about. I wonder if I romanticized it too much and artificially crave it. And then I wonder if I feed all my beasts because they are pretty and darkly unique.

Nighttime Dreams

I like to walk around at night. I have this feeling that I’ll find something I’m missing. It’s at the foundation of everything I do which is odd because it’s so functionally removed from my daytime facades.

Daytime Dreams

Daytime is wearing on me. It felt good for a few months but I can’t help but roll my eyes at all this planning and business talk. I’m working with a guy who is trying to invent the warp drive, so my daytime dreams of inventing the human sized ornithopter get marginalized. I want to laugh at him, I want that laughter to be what ultimately leads to some mutual understanding that we’re both crazy for what we want and crazy for trying to plan it and that humility will make us real people who can honestly build something no one has built before. But he clings to the teet of professionalism, thinking if he can just organise enough recurring meetings and talk with enough investors, that will do the trick. I’m nauseous thinking about it. 

I walked into a gallery one day and the owner asked to look at my work. He wanted to put up my pieces but it required me to paint more. I tried. I have no muse, and it’s not like I can put up an ad in craig’s list and set up recurring meetings with one. I try to paint next to my entrepreneurial meeting master friends. The images come out hypergeometric. I seek muse.

I crashed a hang glider company a few years ago and now they want me to save them from extinction – design a new more portable and more casual glider you can take to the beach. I draw abstractities in a notebook and realize that I could mold/optimize any odd set of shapes/actuators into something theoretically flyable. It’s just that AI doesn’t have good enough spatial intelligence to use softwares like solidworks, and I’m not willing to give up night roaming to stay in and pretend like hard work is the solution to building something that typically requires 6 years of training in aerospace engineering. We need passive work. People log in when they feel like and throw spaghetti at their phones metaphorical walls in many unique ways alongside other anonymous pasta-throwers until something emerges from the mess – they trust that the fruit of their spaghetti-throwing will be rewarded.