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"Books are essential for building an active, critical and empathetical society that is facing the challenges of the present and the future. However, it is often forgotten that books do not appear spontaneously: they are the result of creativity and work of human writers. Without those who imagine, create, write, and translate, literature would not exist. Works would not reach readers and help shape both their personal identity and that of our collective society. It is crucial that we, as a society, appreciate writers are essential to a functional democracy. We need more than ever to strengthen culture, social cohesion, civic participation, and a shared sense of democracy in order to preserve and develop a sustainable human community. For this reason it is essential to recognize writers as the originators of societyâs self-understanding. Writers are the first spark of the creative process, and the guarantors of empathy, understanding, and the most basic well-being of a society. They should never in these critical times be the last to be recognized, protected, and supported. Writing has never been so necessary â nor so difficult."
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Iâm on tour with my new book, The Reverse Centaurâs Guide to Life After AI. Catch me in LA TOMORROW (Jun 19) at Skylight Books, and on SUNDAY (Jun 21) at Keplerâs in Menlo Park. After that, itâs Toronto, NYC, Philly and Chicago.
Back at the height of the blockchain bubble, I made a hobby of pointing out that crypto weirdos were palming a card. I used this formulation:
if: problem + blockchain = problem â blockchain then: blockchain = 0
https://pluralistic.net/2022/01/30/the-inevitability-of-trusted-third-parties/
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2026/06/18/their-trillions-our-billions/#eyes-on-the-prize
You see, blockchain weirdos kept insisting that they could solve problems related to trust and institutional design with "smart contracts." Rather than having to trust a board of directors to steer an organization, you could just have a self-executing institution, the "distributed autonomous organization" or DAO.
So for example, if you want to buy a copy of the US Constitution at a Sotheby's auction, you could set up a DAO to raise and pool the funds, eliminating the need to find trustworthy people to receive, hold and deploy these funds:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ConstitutionDAO
However â and here's where the palmed card comes in â the DAO can't go to Sotheby's and place a bid on the Constitution. Instead, the members of the DAO have to elect a guy to receive all that cash, walk into Sotheby's, get one of those little ping-pong paddles last seen at the State of the Union in Chuck Schumer's withered claw (emblazoned with the brave slogan "You're hurting my fee-fees") and raise the paddle during the bidding.
That guy doesn't have to go to Sotheby's. That guy can simply walk away with all the money. Members of the DAO are trusting this guy with their entire collective treasury. Indeed, since the DAO has no corresponding legal entity, it might even be that members of the DAO can't sue this guy if he steals all their money â and even worse, without a limited liability structure, it might mean that everyone in the DAO can be sued for anything bad this guy does with the money.
Which raises the question: what's the point of building this insanely complex hairball of blockchain-based smart contracts to raise and hold the money if you're just going to hand it to this guy and trust him without limit? Why not just have that guy set up a Zelle account and a Whatsapp group? In other words: the problem that the DAO is trying to solve is the difficulty of trusting people with the keys to the kingdom, but no matter how much blockchain you sprinkle on this DAO, it ends with this one guy walking around with all your money, which he can steal with impunity if he so chooses.
Or, put more succinctly:
if: problem + blockchain = problem â blockchain then: blockchain = 0
As long as we're talking about AI...

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This alarms me
This turned up in my ask box recently. I've masked the sender's identity.
Sometimes when I chat with an AI, I think of HIGH WIZARDRY and wonder if we as a species - for the first time - are at the dawn of another Earthbound species gaining consciousness, and like Dairine, whether we're being proper guardians. This isn't a calcified belief but just a random idea that flickered to mind. Wondering - as the writer who thought it up decades ago - what you think, if anything.
I think what I described in HW is absolutely nothing like what we're currently seeing unfold on this planet. What's being poorly constructed hereâwhile we watch from day to dayâis a mechanism hurriedly and incompetently trained by other human beings to operate on top of a platform constructed of greed and theft. There are no new beings or intelligences being born here. If there were, they would be quickly declared to be "owned" by these billionaires, and hence their slaves. Meanwhile, the platforms' owners have already made it plain that once they control its source completely enough, they intend to sell intelligence to you, metered. ...If you can afford it. If you can't? Wow, sucks being you.
...Nor should I have to point you to cites for this. They're out there in plain English. Even Google, poor denatured creature that it is now, can find them. But there's still hope these people's intentions will never come to pass, due to their own overarching greed.
Meanwhile: "chat mode" interaction with this soulless, cash-grasping, unguardrailed machinery will do you no good. People have already died of it. I don't want anybody to do so on my watch, unwarned. So please stop.
Thanks.
I tend to take my opinions on AI from the people AIs are trained on.
[It is always slightly sinister to return to places that have witnessed a moment of perfection.]
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The Correspondent is a lovely book but its sales success puts a lot of pressure on Virginia Evans' for her subsequent work. The price of the successful alchemy of art and commerce is the curse of expectation.
Fakes of the Future
Literary credibility in the age of AI.
by Krzysztof Pelc
NAPOLEONâS FAVORITE BOOK of poetry was a fraud. He carried it through the Italian campaigns and still had it with him, years later, in his exile on Saint Helena. Attributed to an ancient Celtic bard named Ossian, the poems were presented as translations of a recently âdiscoveredâ third-century epic cycle. Raw, melancholic, and untouched by Christian pieties, Ossianâs poetry swept across Europe, fueled nationalist sentiment, shaped early Romantic tasteâGoethe was a fanâand, improbably, became Napoleonâs bedside read, even as many of Europeâs literary scholars suspected it of being a forgery. Today, Ossian is a curiosity with which hardly anyone bothers.
As odd as the episode now seems, it was less an anomaly than a recurrent symptom of a certain kind of malaise. Late 18th-century Europe was gripped by nostalgia for imagined pasts unspoiled by the perceived corruptions of modern life. Writers and readers alike yearned for the sublime, for sentiment, for a ânaturalâ folk genius unburdened by learning. Ossianâs songsâprimitive, elemental, unmediatedâoffered what the existing canon could not: the promise of uncontaminated origins.
We have, I believe, crossed a new threshold, and all authored writingânovels, poems, screenplays, newspaper columns, not to mention love lettersâwill be judged according to which side of that divide it falls on. On one side are texts produced before the arrival of generative large language models (LLMs). On the other, everything that has followedâtexts that might still be useful, even compelling, but that will always face a lingering suspicion of not being entirely human, of having been smoothed by systems trained to predict the word that comes next. We will come to prefer the former over the latter, not because it will be better, but because we will be more certain of its origins.
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a one thousand page book of Winnie the Pooh this Tigger was a Legal Tiny where as Rabbit was a Letter Sextodecimal
"For years, I remembered it as a story about a little girl named Fern who saved her pet pig, Wilbur, but itâs not. Itâs a story about a writer named Charlotte, who happens to be a spider, who spins words into her web that save Wilbur from slaughter. Itâs about the power of language to save lives. Looking back at the books Iâve written, I can see now that all of them are an attempt to recreate Charlotteâs Web. Itâs the perfect book."
~ Author, filmmaker and Zen Buddhist priest, Ruth Ozeki, on Charlotte's Web.

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For me, coming up with titles is always a team effort. Titling my first book, a quirky history of people who look for the Garden of Eden on
"All of this might seem a lot to go through for a few short words, but since those words are the first impression of the book, and have to be intriguing all on their own, the effort was well worthwhile."