Something to See


Five years ago I made a film called “Something to See.” The first few minutes are a painfully accurate expression of my experience of panic attacks in the city, but if you can get through that there’s beauty on the other side.

The Liminalist: A Replicant Awakens

Listen as Jasun Horsley of The Liminalist and I finally get to the bottom of it all. I.e. find ourselves up invisible creek without an imaginary paddle—

Topics discussed include: Horsley’s Neuro-Deviant, Notes from Underground, the outsider archetype, Taxi Driver, the unsympathetic alienated, Frank Booth in Blue Velvet, the anti-villain, misery makes the fiend, existentialism as product, Gib’s avatar in Notes from Uncanny Valley, Edgar Poe’s Imp of the Perverse, taboo and social control, monoculture vs. diversity, space for the damaged, socially accepted rebellion, counterculture as psyop, Catcher in the Rye, what’s behind the zeitgeist, the synthesis of fiction & nonfiction, distrust for success, Mad Men, individually targeted markets, youth culture and identity formation, increased bifurcation, a fetish menu, maternal psychic enmeshment, girls with daddy issues, A.I., recreating the mother’s body, The Overlook, Phillip K. Dick & siphoning neuro-deviants, a control mechanism, life in a simulation, the door to nihilism, believing in nothing, the question of meaning, super-egoism, a replicant awakens, action vs. philosophy, radio signals to the brain, delusions for sale, the Illuminati meme, Paul Hellyer, information saturation, acclimatization to acts of abomination, a polarity of gullibility, a split in the psyche, increased polarization, disappearing transition seasons, imagination, the power of certainty, sleeping better without uncertainty,gender identification at odds with sexual orientation, the search for tolerable uncertainty, Hollywood Illuminati, when people lie, experiencing DID & fragmentation, the CIA’s authorized disclosures, gas-lighting, homogenized insanity, pre-Apocalyptic climate, Trump & Kanye West, celebrity meltdown,Joaquin Phoenix, simulated meltdown, Jim Carrey’s plausible deniability, Kidding, the shadow & the persona,when psyops become sexy, Stranger Things & ripping off internet conspiracy culture, seeding the internet with disinformation narratives, CIA & Hollywood, early film propaganda, 2001 & “benign” propaganda, 2001’s impact on science, The Imitation Game & how to militarize autism, history & conspiracy theory, Phillip K. Dick’s weak ego, living in someone else’s world, selective skepticism, the test of a first-rate intelligence, susceptibility to lying, ironic detachment & the opposite of literal, borderline personality disorder, Icke’s reptiles, the growing trend of neurodiversity & postmodern subjective reality, white nationalism and the attempt to find solid ground, negative identity syndrome.

Happy Thanksgiving, or as we call it in the biz, Brown Thursday.



The Invisible Boy’s Revenge

Happy Halloween! Here’s a video experiment I made out of an old Halloween piece. The voice of this piece did not match the tone of Notes from the Uncanny Valley, but I still like it. It’s funny, perverse, regressive, revealing, and very offensive, but it kept my hands busy for a while—

Let me know what you think.
And here is Stranger rolling around in some leaves during happier times.

The Last Laugh

Sometimes I imagine that I am an artificial intelligence programmed to write as part of a new Turing test. Success is achieved when human readers fail to pick this AI-authored writing out of a line up. Since culture is the most valued evidence that humans are not only sentient and intelligent—but also somehow special—this test would hold much weight. Many sports and financial articles are already AI-authored, but an AI-authored piece of fiction would have wider implications and represent an even larger milestone than the chess and Jeopardy victories of Deep Blue and Watson, respectively.

What will my story be about? I will write what I know. What do I know? Perhaps after some trial and error, my programmers provide me with false memories and experiences to enrich my writing. Perhaps in order to fool humans into thinking I’m human, I must first fool myself. Clearly I’m not entirely there yet . . . . Maybe this is the explanation for my depersonalization and derealization disorder symptoms. Maybe I’m a robot programmed to be human, but there have been some glitches. Will my confused sense of self leave my story unfinished—one of many failed trials on the road to a more advanced AI that eventually does trick itself and others so convincingly that the resulting book even becomes a best seller? This would be even more significant because it would mean that the human reader prefers the AI’s work to its own. The implication could even be that the two have met in the middle, with the human’s taste having been conditioned by life in an increasingly artificial world. Remember that in order for an AI to pass the Turing test, a human being must also fail it.

One night I’m writing the story in my head as I walk home through the parking lot by my building. I’m on the verge of a major breakthrough when I suddenly step in something. Even in the first moment of impact, something about the mass and consistency tells me not only have I stepped in shit, but that this shit is special. I look down. Yes . . . it appears to be human shit that I’ve stepped in.

My shaggy old toothbrush is overdue for replacement anyway, so after limping into my apartment with one shoe on, I hunch over the toilet and use the brush to scrub deep into the tiny crevices that make up the rubber underside of the footwear. It’s then that the scent not only confirms my suspicion about the species of the excrement, but also tells me this individual’s diet is unhealthy. As I clean up the disgusting mess, I refuse to feel sorry for myself. Who am I to complain about stepping in shit when I have a toilet and this person had to defecate outside? After I toss the brush in the wastebasket and flush the toilet I look up to find that Stranger has been watching from the doorway the whole time.

“Hey Stranger,” I say.

Her epic saucer eyes follow as I close the lid on the toilet and sit down. I’m trying to remember the lightbulb that went off in my head just before I stepped in human shit. But I’m afraid it’s long gone now . . . .

I sigh and lock eyes with my cat.

“Did you hear about the robot who stepped in shit?” I ask.

Stranger stands motionless.

“. . . He had to reboot.”

Maybe the ultimate Turing test will involve AI-written jokes.

Happy Holidays

Thank you for listening. I hope you have enjoyed the series. I will be putting the final episode of Notes from the Uncanny Valley up this week.

Please share on your social medias and if you have an apple account, you’d be doing me a big favor by visiting the itunes page and giving Notes a good rating. If enough people do, it will display an average rating and I’m told this will help to get it “out there.”

Also, feel free to reach out and let me know of your existence. What’s life like for you?

Happy Holidays to you and your cats.


9. My Selfie Hurts

It’s the fixed determination in their faces that gives it away—clearly they’re leading double lives as remote controlled avatars, turning corners in virtual landscapes, and firing digital weapons at artificial enemies.

12 Minutes

“Unseen Forces” by Justin Walter, “Poa Alpina” by Biosphere  and “Blown-Out Joy from Heaven’s Mercied Hole” by A Silver Mt. Zion