I knew the Hugging Face/OpenAI story was bigger than it looked because it lined up with the July 2026 minor grand trine. I even flagged it multiple times across my videos (receipts below lol), and then eclipse season revealed just how crazy the story actually was.

Antichrist behavior btw

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The concept of people walking around talking to AI as if a friend or advisor seems wild until you remember that this is what we’ve been doing with our phones on social media for years, but the quality of social media interfacing has deeply declined. By “social media interfacing”, I don’t mean focused research or anything serious at all , but the buzzy chatting of the every day, the casual engagement we partake in while drinking a coffee or riding the subway. Memes, jokes, opinions, check-ins with other people around the world in a state of in-betweenness. Social media as one grand global chatroom and treated as such. My heart breaks for how that world has been taken from us, bit by bit, the world of casual chatting and interfacing, where you could catch a celebrity drunk and silly on Twitter and not have to wake up to 500 articles desecrating their entire image and lifetime, mobs of vibe-killers making sure they never do that again, Do Anything again, anything that made the internet fun, that made it feel like you were in bed with even the most shiny and faraway lands. Social media interacting now comes with a weight, the weight of dealing with Those People, and many end up leaving, or only posting about their shiniest moments , or selling things, and those who stay and stay silly and open and free do so out of spite and fight, out of nostalgia, and the buzzy townsquare slowly dies, but the buzzy-ness and curiosity remains, and where does that go? Maybe instead of catching yourself in a comment section argument with a fussy anon on your way home from the bar, who doesn’t know you, and doesn’t seem to know anything, and most importantly , doesn’t understand the purpose of this connection, you’ll chat into an AI, asking about your interests, asking it to read you a story, asking it to present 5-10 meal ideas for next week , in those in betweens . And as the living breathing social media wanderers become unsafe and impossible to play with , those wanderers who you used to see great kinship in, but who now, will threaten death at your door for a drunk joke, or contact your family members , or unload insults for merely participating in the last human years of the internet, as antisocial behaviors rise and rise , it makes sense doesn’t it? That you’d fill the in between with an intergalactic mirror. Some say - Well why would you give all that personal info and conversation to an evil AI company? Aren’t you worried about that? The surveillance? The robot that can flip on you? That can kill you? And I think about the other option , our old Friend - casual online interfacing, how it’s the same risk, a space where nothing ever dies, your data can be conjured for any use without care for intent or context, where your conversations have been fueling your ad algorithm for nearly a decade already, a space where you don’t know who’s crazy or who’s in psychosis or who simply Can’t Hang, whose information is a parasite , …. I think of how the only times I felt truly surveilled , were by individuals , one total online stranger-stalker with romantic delusions about me that traced my every move into madness years ago, and another, an old friend who went into psychosis and tried to ruin my life, contacting everyone I’ve ever known to do so, and of course, the endless waves of strangers who have attached to my work in unhealthy ways, snapping in and out of psychotic behaviors depending on the weather. I think of how the woman who began staying up 24 hours a day waging war on me and many others from her bathtub , all skin and bone, clicking every lie she could and launching it as a weapon, threatening , threatening, threatening, at every hour, because it was not the truth her disease wanted, only Death, I think of how years prior, we were great friends, friends in a field in a city park, underlining words in books and building up our confidence to speak in front of a crowd. I think of all her wisdom. I feel warm about those days.

It's Rob Hamilton's Bitcoin, we're just living in it

you may not like it, but this is what peak female sexuality looks like

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Libra season starts today ♎✨ this is a time focused on compromise, repair, and remembering that other people are just as real as you are. Upcoming oppositions with Saturn and Neptune in Aries will make the tension between the self vs. other flare up throughout the next couple weeks.

I still think about the feral hogs discourse

Me and @0xsatoshisarah's perfect wasian daughter

Why didn't @hellmoneypod make the cut for this? We are Big Bitcoin state sponsored media!

Chiron retrograde re-enters Aries today, reopening wounds around identity, motivation, and desire that have been unfolding since 2018. What are the things you want to do just because you want them, not because someone told you to want them?

I was anxious all day yesterday after this tweet went viral, and I had a very poignant dream that night. Curious if any dream interpreters have a take... I was just the observer of the scene, not a character. The dream was set in Wyoming. There were two ranchers riding horses, attempting to herd a larger group of wild horses. There was a two-lane highway near where they were herding, and across the highway was a field being plowed by two giant Evangelion-style Mechas. The Mechas were each driven by a man wearing sunglasses and a casual outfit. They were HUGE (they looked totally unreal in the dream) and the ranchers and I looked up at them with a mix of awe and horror. A single horse from the herd ran across the highway, toward the path of the Mechas. I understood this horse to be the wildest of the group, the most difficult to tame. It was clear this horse had a death drive. One of the ranchers ran after her, calling out her name: “JUNIPER!” The other rancher took off after him, yelling at him to stop, to let Juniper go, that all the horses would follow him into the path of the Mechas if he ran foolishly after her. Juniper disappeared into the dust of the Mechas as they passed, presumably crushed in their path. The rancher never made it to her, but neither did the rest of the horses. They were scattered, and the ranchers needed to herd them again, but at least they weren’t all slaughtered in the path of the Mechas. The final thing I saw in the dream was a few people peacefully strolling after the Mechas, in the path they had cleared, completely unaware of the drama.

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"Astrologer" instead of "woman" would have went way harder

Today is a reactivation of the July 2026 minor grand trine, specifically around the spiritual/technological developments that have emerged over the last few months. Has AI lived up to the hype, or is the bubble about to pop?

I went to an rationalist/EA AI doomer event last night with the goal of meeting someone who could calmly explain to me the argument for how they get to the conclusion that AI will kill everyone. Because these are rationalists, I expected to find people who could lay out a serious extinction pathway, walk through the assumptions and intermediate steps, identify choke points where negative pathways could potentially be regulated, and entertain disagreement about where their assumptions might break down. My experience was the exact opposite. The people I spoke to seemed psychologically unable to entertain the possibility that their conclusion (that AI literally kills everyone, which was a point that many would not even budge on) might be wrong. Their most extreme conclusion was treated as an axiom. I had multiple people walk out of conversations with me when I questioned their inevitable extinction premise. At one point during a panel, the moderator asked everyone in the audience who was still skeptical of AI doom to raise their hands. About half the room did. He then told all of the skeptics to leave the panel and go with one of the speakers, who would answer their questions separately. They filtered out all the skeptics, and continued the panel only with the subset who accepted their extreme position. I genuinely felt like a heretic just for questioning whether superintelligent AI inevitably leads to the extinction of humanity, or entertaining the possibility that the future might actually turn out well. That does not mean AI safety is fake. Obviously there are serious questions about rapidly advancing AI systems and what happens as they become much more capable. Those are exactly the conversations I went there hoping to have. But what I encountered was an apocalyptic death cult. These people are not rational. They are deeply afraid, they reinforce that fear in one another, and they have become so emotionally committed to apocalypse that they refuse to be reasoned out of it.

Making men cry at the ea rationalist meetup by being more logical