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I know I’ve been a ghost lately. I have been buried alive in the math and staring into the abyss of endless Google Colab notebooks… The ghost of a 19th century postman named Anthony Trollope slapped me right across the mouth. (And frankly, we all need a good slap from a dead Victorian mail carrier…

You look at my life from the outside and it probably looks like a chaotic, steaming pile of mismatched garbage. Like a glorious, festering soup of hyper fixations. You see me sitting in a dark room, bathed in the sickly glow of a cathode ray tube television, sweating bullets while I stack pixelated blocks in…

We both know that blindly hoarding social media followers is a hollow vanity metric. If there is no actual, iron clad business trust anchoring those people to the floorboards, you just have a loud room full of strangers. You want to build a following that trusts you implicitly. You want to weave a cosy little…

You’ve done it. You’ve successfully outsourced your soggy grey matter to a glowing rectangle of silicon and misery. Don’t look away. I’m talking directly to you. Yes, you. The one reading this on a screen while your actual, physical body slumps over like a half melted cheese wheel. (I do like cheese too) We are…

So I’ve taken a bit of time off just to kind of have my 30th existential crisis. (I think I’ve hit a new world record tbh) Usually I just go to a little coffee shop down the road from me and I have a very boring and plain breakfast, just eggs on toast and a…

This is just a friendly reminder that you’ve got this. I’m proud of you even if you are going through some shit. I know you might not have anybody close to you that will say that but I am genuinely proud of you. The fact that you choose to show up every single day, do…

They just turn the volume down… There’s a moment and you’ll know it when it lands, because it lands like a cinderblock dropped from a great height, where you stop being a bystander to the world and start being a witness to it. Different words but wildly different jobs. Bystanders well, they just stand by…

Here we go again. So the government and the tech platforms are pushing age verification and social media bans for under 16s and some sort of a curfew too. “We’re here to protect the kids online,” they say. Bullshit. Let’s be clear about what’s actually happening. They’re building surveillance infrastructure. Digital ID requirements to access…

It’s officially been a week and I’m sugar free. No chocolates, no cakes or no caffeinated drinks layered with it too. (The energy drink sacrifice is a big thing too) I still have a black coffee here and there but that’s it, no more sugar… The brain fog lifting has been immense. It’s like I’m…

Today was a litmus test for people with an IQ above room temperature. I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention in the news. Elon Musk has now been valued as the world’s first trillionaire and you know what happened? The left wing mob, the insane liberals, went absolutely batshit crazy on Twitter and Facebook…

Funny thing is, I was just looking around on the internet today and I was wondering what was going on. There seems to be a whole bunch of psychosis unfolding as we speak. I’m just getting back into the flow of things, just paying attention to what people are saying, doing etc. From my point…

A few years ago, a friend on Facebook, Colette, ran a little group. This was a little before AI got stuffed down our throats. There was a tiny group of people who got together, who wanted to learn how to write faster and at the time she was banging out books left and right, which…

Confession time. Somewhere along the way I started doing the thing I swore I’d never do. I started behaving. I know I know… Polishing ideas before sending them. Sitting on the weird ones. Asking myself grown up questions like “is this on strategy?” Which is the kind of question that turns writers into LinkedIn content…

This wasn’t an email I wanted to write because this belongs in a 120 page physical book that people need to re-read over and over again. (I’m still writing it) But I’m gonna give you the TL;DR version. So grab a drink and prepare your eyeballs, cause this might be the most important email you…

I seem to be on a role lately and well I’m not surprised this happens, it just seems to be happening more often than not. Guru posts some post/platitude that is factually incorrect and contradicts itself in all 3 acts of the short little post. Me, who has a near autistic level of polymath related…

Around 1926 a charming lad decided to visit Al Capone, who at the time was probably the most feared gangster back then. He had an elegant accent and introduced himself as Count Victor Lustig. He basically promised Capone that if he gave him $50k he could double it. Capone was flush because of his gangster-y…

Straight up, unfiltered, pure grade sociopaths… We try to sanitise youth with cartoon dogs and participation trophies, but a school playground is the equivalent of Mad Max’s Thunderdome… Except it’s covered in woodchips and sticky juice box residue and snot and all the gross things that make kids, kids. I remember Toby. Toby had four…

Seriously? Like honestly, what are we here for? I get there’s the whole religious aspect of it and then there’s the whole nihilistic aspect of things and we hit this moral grey line where people are like “fucks aren’t given…” Which is all fine and dandy in the world if you truly just want to…

And that school is the old school. I’ve been speaking to a lot the younger gen lately on and off and as much as they can be painfully infuriating with their tiktok addiction and brain rot… There seems to be a sub section of them that are looking to go back to the old school…

Long story short. A few years ago I stumbled upon Scott Sheper’s book on the Zettelkaste. It was a more fundamental look at Niklas Luhmann’s system he created in the 50s. I’m not gonna bother you with the lore of it all because the rabbit hole is deep, but what I’m suggesting you do is…

“I’m tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I’m tired of never having a buddy to be with, or tell me where we’s coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I’m tired of people being ugly to each other.” And from the wise words of John…

…but I’m back and want to hear everything. Hey… I know I should’ve told you I was vanishing for a short while, but honestly, I didn’t plan it. One day I just looked at my screen and felt this overwhelming urge to throw my computer into the nearest body of water. So I did the…

I’m sure you’ve seen it awash across social media today. People and their lukewarm takes on Trump and his most controversial statement. Rhetoric in action and even though he’s an absolute psychopath. You have to admire his ability to wind people up with emotionally charged language. Personally I just hope and pray that all of…

This is all new to me. Looks like 2026 is the year of the polarity coach and I don’t know if I should be dying from laughter or feeling a little sad. I’ll figure it out later anyways… Fresh off of the guru carousel, everywhere I look, there’s another guru selling courses on “How to…

By Me, To Me, About Me, For You… (I’ve been asked by a few folks how it feels like to live inside of my own head) Here’s a monologue of the type of shit that I write when I need to just write and honestly it just feels like I’m talking to myself. Grab some…

Ryan Holiday was wrong. Our ego is not our enemy. Yes there’s a time where we need to put our ego to the side and just look at things from a different lens, but when it comes to building your own little world. You have to embrace your ego. You have to let the shadow…

When you write something real. Something that bleeds a little, something that costs you something to put on the page. Remember this… …you’re performing a quiet act of immortality. Every sentence you craft carries a fragment of who you are. Your particular way of seeing the world, your specific blend of humour and pain, your…

Nothing cracks me up more than watching someone try to psychoanalyse you out of your own position, then immediately fold like a cheap suit the moment you push back. You post something with clear reasoning. You explain your stance. You lay out exactly why you believe what you believe. Then some armchair social media psychologist…

I recently discovered I’m a polymath, and suddenly my entire life kinda makes a little more sense. Not the scattered, unfocused, “jack of all trades, master of none” bullshit I’ve been telling myself for years. An actual polymath. Someone whose brain is wired to excel across multiple unrelated disciplines, to see connections others miss, to…

I’m taking the weekend off to binge Mayor of Kingstown and catch up on the books that have been giving me dirty looks from my bookshelf. No content creation. No strategic networking. No optimising my morning routine with kale and room temperature water or measuring my productivity metrics and all of that bullshit that doesn’t…