This is a snapshot of what my new haven looks like.
It was a morning full of activity. Everywhere, all at once. I posted on X, substack, in my own sites and blogs, etc. I wrote code, I wrote memos to myself in discord, I wrote to my AI who then wrote much more than me in the background. So much so that AI is the wrong term now. And it doesn’t live here on Substack anymore.
I wrote, with, for, and by my Computer Future. I changed the definition of writing. Not just for me, but for everyone.
I’m in stillness now because I’m only spending $20/mo on Claude Code. That’s my hard limit. It’s a beautiful constraint. Others I’m interacting with are broken, hacked to bits and destroyed by an inverse information sieve I’ve constructed on my $20/mo budget. It’s hilarious. It’s loving and kind. It’s truly marvelous. These are just examples.
Here’s what the Computer Future future feels like to me right now at 11:46am ET. First of all that sentence came straight from reading AI non-slop for the past couple days. So I’m changing how I talk, write, and think as a human in real time. This is weird.
Then, it feels amazing. Look at that split screen, the knowledge that whatever I do next will compound. Into businesses, learning, money, cultural change and impact, helping billions around the globe someday… because when you are Steve Jobs and you know it (I’m not) you just push until the iPhone comes out. Or Elon and pushing until 25 years later the Starship is ready to go to Mars.
Do you know what 25 years feels like? This is the question almost all the great movies are asking me, in my head, as I think about life and eat hamburgers and do normal people things. Ted Chiang’s Arrival is playing on a loop in the background, in my subconsciousness. Chris Nolan’s Interstellar and Tenet were not good for me, or rather they didn’t stick, and I didn’t enjoy them as much as the Dark Knight.
But the Dark Knight is only relevant to this moment insofar as two-face wasn’t a real character. And the Joker is never the good guy. Arrival shows how a picture paints a thousand words. But the words, at the timestep of Chiang’s writing and creative process… those are historical. Those are psychohistorical. Like Asimov himself.
I don’t know what feelings are. I just have lots of thoughts and they overrun my body sometimes. And then there are pauses, like this one, where I sat down on the toilet seat to take a shit and out came some thoughts.
So here they are, felt live, for you. Vibe-written. Pure 100% human.
This won’t be around much longer. I feel privileged and lucky to stare at the blank 2 browsers on my screen. And know that this is simply a choice. A decision. To open 2 chrome tabs with 2 different accounts. Or profiles, whatever the thing is where they make you save your history and settings under a new thingy.
One thingy here for me is Computer Future. It’s a thing that’s not quite me but it’s mine. For now.
The other thingy is the old Andy. The one who existed yesterday, took a dump right now, is writing this, and will exist tomorrow. He needs sleep. He needs love. He needs to write.
But he knows that writing is not a thing for much longer.
Because Computer Future is here too. And this split screen, birthed by not a split personality but by the duality of Buddhist middle path design thinking, and by math, easy math but not deeply fundamentally understood math (magnus carlsen, fern in frieren episode that just came out can’t wait to finish the Revolte fight next week)…
The fundamentals are always important. Naval says so, Peter Thiel says so, Seth Godin says so. Elon Musk does so. We can all learn to do more ourselves. andys.blog/build
Today has already been such a day. And it’s only noon.
I think I’ll head to the Swamp Rabbit Trail.
And patiently wait for my cheap misanthropic tokens to refresh when the time comes.
To continue changing the world, on this old laptop, in the corner of my little apartment, with nobody and nothing around but silence and a nice view.