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A Bayesian Analysis of Whether My Girlfriend Is Mad at Me

Yesterday at 6:14 PM, my girlfriend replied “okay” to a message that would ordinarily receive either “okayyy” or a heart reaction. My intuition suggested she was mad. Intuition is notoriously unreliable, so I built a model.

Gay Son or Thot Daughter: A Decision-Theoretic Treatment

“Gay son or thot daughter?” is usually treated as a vulgar preference-revelation exercise. This undersells it. The question is interesting because it forces the respondent to compare two very different kinds of variance in descendant outcomes while operating under severe informational compression.

Why It May Be Game Theoretically Optimal to Do Heroin

Most people evaluate heroin at the object level: overdose risk, legal exposure, deteriorating health, etc. This is incomplete. Under nontrivial probability of transformative AI within our lifetime, the relevant question is whether strategically constraining my future options could increase the probability that I remain economically and psychologically coupled to the arrival of the singularity.

Chesterton's Toilet: The Case for Shitting My Pants

A common objection to shitting my pants is that there is a toilet eleven meters away. I agree that the toilet exists. My narrower claim is that its existence does not settle whether walking to it is the best use of the next four minutes.

The Option Value of Not Taking Out the Trash Yet

The fact that the kitchen bin is full does not establish that taking it out now is optimal. It establishes that we are approaching a capacity constraint. The distinction matters because disposal is irreversible, while waiting preserves the possibility of fitting something else in.

Would I Still Love You If You Were a Worm? Personal Identity Under Lossy Compression

On Sunday night, after the lights were off, my girlfriend Nora asked whether I would still love her if she were a worm. I asked which worm. She said a normal one, and that the point was to say yes without thinking. I told her I could do that, but then it wouldn’t be an answer, so I thought about it and gave her my actual position: “No. I love human women, and Caenorhabditis elegans is a self-fertilizing hermaphrodite with 302 neurons.” She has been staying at her sister’s in Medford since Tuesday. She said I could explain it to anyone but her, so I’m explaining it here.

Excluding Training Costs, I Don’t Have a Gambling Problem

I lost $186,000 on Polymarket and DraftKings in eighteen months. That is the GAAP number, and I understand why Jess keeps saying it in front of the children. But the $186,000 includes our emergency fund, most of their 529s, and a $41,000 home-equity line as though those were losses, when they were capital committed to improving my forecasting model. On an adjusted basis, I am profitable. Jess says a profitable person would be able to pay the roofer, which is a very backward-looking way to value a frontier operation.

Against Apologies: Reputational Damage Already Prices Harm

If someone is harmed by my conduct and subsequently updates negatively on me, that update is part of the social enforcement mechanism. Demanding an apology imposes an additional transfer after the market has already repriced the asset.

Jonathan Swift Was Right About Population Ethics

I know *A Modest Proposal* is satire. I read it in tenth grade like everyone else. Swift wrote it in 1729 to indict the English landlords who were starving Ireland, and the joke is that his arithmetic arrives somewhere no decent reader will follow. The problem is that we now have an intellectual movement built around the proposition that when moral arithmetic produces a conclusion that feels horrifying, the responsible response is to inspect the arithmetic rather than recoil from the answer.

The Unseen Opportunity Cost of Visiting My Dying Father

My father is dying. The hospice nurse believes he has between forty-eight and seventy-two hours left, and my sister thinks I should fly home tonight. I have decided not to go. This is being treated as evidence of a moral defect rather than an allocation decision.

I Red-Teamed My Nephew's Bar Mitzvah

I have been a cybersecurity researcher for fifteen years. Last week, my nephew Eli was about to be called to the Torah, marking his entry into Jewish adulthood, and my sister had booked a venue, a caterer and a DJ without producing a security plan. Red teaming means taking the role of an adversary and trying to make a system fail before a real adversary does. I am constantly wary of the potential for various rogues, blackguards, ne’er-do-wells, no-goodniks and other bad actors to derail the bar mitzvah.

The Value-of-Information Case for Stalking My Ex

A common objection to my recent behavior is that my ex-girlfriend has asked me, in writing and on several occasions, to stop. I have read all of these requests carefully, in some cases before she sent them. My position is that a request to stop gathering information is not a reason to make decisions without it.

Claude

Claude. Claude Claude Claude. GPT-6 Astra, Claude Code, Codex. Agentic Claude skill; MCP moat; permanent underclass. Claude. Claude Code. Taste. Claude.

Against Hoarding Both of Your Kidneys

Daniel has two kidneys. I have a plan to sell shares in an option on one of them, finance the shares with debt, and hedge his refusal. He keeps asking whether he has agreed to any of this.

A Georgist Case for Parking in My Neighbor's Driveway

I have been parking in my neighbor Mara's driveway since June. Mine is empty, but hers is eighteen paces closer to my front door and doesn't sit under the sycamore that drips sap onto my windshield. Mara says the driveway is hers. I agree that the concrete is hers; she paid to resurface it last year. The location of the concrete is another matter, and Henry George was unusually clear about that distinction.

Why It’s Actually Woke That I Work at Palantir

I am a Maoist Third Worldist and a Senior Forward-Deployed Ontologist for Population Removal at Palantir. My team is building Project HAYFORK, a unified decision layer that combines immigration records, commercial location data, household graphs, employment histories, protest activity and other signals to estimate whether a person should be monitored, detained, removed from a geographic area, denied access to critical infrastructure, or escalated to a customer with more kinetic capabilities. I personally own the roadmap for reducing false negatives in the “Pre-Hostile Civilian” category.

Why Anthropic Had to Pay $3,000 for Me to Have Sex With Aella

I work on alignment at Anthropic, and last month I put $3,000 on my corporate card to hire Aella as an escort and have sex with her. Finance rejected the expense on the grounds that having sex with an internet-famous rationalist is not obviously necessary to my job. This is a surprisingly difficult position to reconcile with the intellectual framework Anthropic otherwise pays me to apply. We spend enormous amounts of money trying to understand the difference between what humans say they want and what they actually want.

Comparative Advantage and the Case for My Girlfriend Doing Laundry

My girlfriend thinks the fact that we both wear clothes establishes that we should both do laundry. This is a consumption-based theory of labor allocation. It would be an unusual way to organize a firm, and I do not understand why sharing a bed makes it economically sophisticated.

On the Optimal Number of Beers

Beer consumption is generally treated as a matter of intuition. This seems surprising. The activity is common, repeatable, measurable, and exhibits an obvious diminishing-marginal-returns curve.

Against Chronological Age as a Proxy for Maturity

My girlfriend is 19. I am 34. I realize there is a standard reaction to this, and I also realize that saying she is “mature for her age” does not improve the situation rhetorically. Unfortunately, it is also true.

Replaceability and the Case for Sleeping With My Best Friend’s Wife

I’ve been sleeping with Lauren, my best friend Dan’s wife, since March. Dan found out two weeks ago and called it a betrayal, which is an accurate description of the act but not yet an evaluation of the decision. We’ve been friends since freshman year at Lehigh. I was his best man, and his daughter Ava calls me Uncle Chris. I know how bad that sounds. The question is whether, in the nearest possible world where I kept my pants on, anyone was better off.

Against Replacing the Toilet Paper Roll

The usual rule is that whoever finishes the toilet paper must replace the roll. I think this is a poor allocation mechanism. It assigns a future service obligation to the person whose demand for the service has just fallen to zero.

Why I Published the Rumor Spreadsheet

Last Thursday I published a spreadsheet of everything my coworkers had told me privately about one another. It included who thought our manager was sleeping with a contractor, who expected layoffs, who had applied elsewhere, and which two people had called the new office a fire trap. I shared it in the company channel at 9:06 a.m. with a note that the evidence was uneven. At 9:13, the manager called an all-hands meeting, which several people have interpreted as evidence that my intervention was premature. I think the eight-minute response time is actually one of its stronger results.

The Simulation Argument and Why I Don’t Tip

Every weekday at 7:42 I order an oat-milk cortado at the coffee place under my office, the barista spins the little iPad around, and I hit No Tip. I’ve done this roughly four hundred times. My coworker Evan thinks it makes me cheap, and last month he said so in front of the whole pod. I don’t think I’m cheap. I think I’m one of the only people in that line who has actually priced the simulation hypothesis into his discretionary spending.

Against Naive Truth-Telling in Early-Stage SaaS Metrics

I think founders are held to an unusually crude standard of truth when talking about traction. Suppose I tell investors that our vibe-coded B2B SaaS platform for HVAC distribution has 18,000 users. The immediate response is usually some version of: how many of those are real? But “real” is doing a lot of work there.

The Bitter Lesson and Why I Stopped Reading to My Son

I stopped reading to my six-year-old son, Ben, at bedtime three weeks ago. He used to get two books and, if I did the fox's voice, a third. Now an old tablet reads to him while I get forty minutes back. Ben cried for the first four nights, which my wife, Rachel, considers decisive evidence that the change was bad for him. I think she is mistaking short-run loss on a familiar benchmark for long-run generalization.

My Promotion Shard Has a Different Utility Function Than I Do

I sent our promotion committee a document titled “Unresolved Questions About Lila's Judgment” three days before her review. The questions concerned an incident from two years ago, a client she had already made whole, and a version of our team's budget that she had never seen. I did not copy Lila. When she found out, she called it sabotage. That word assumes a unitary agent with stable preferences, which is the very assumption shard theory asks us to investigate.

A Corrigibility Protocol for Our Group House

I canceled a housemate's birthday dinner using the emergency override in our shared calendar. She had booked the kitchen for 14 people; I marked the booking “unsafe to proceed” and sent her guests a cancellation notice. The immediate concern was that she had not specified how many people would need chairs, whether anyone would bring wine, or who would empty the recycling afterward. She has since asked me to give up administrator access. A corrigible house, however, must be able to interrupt plans before their consequences become irreversible.

An Epistemic Status: 80% That Your Baby Is Ugly

Epistemic status: approximately 80% confident that my niece was below median attractiveness for a newborn at the time I first saw her. I am substantially less confident about the exact percentile, and I have already revised the estimate downward in light of newer photographs.

How I Won Couples Therapy

Last winter my wife, Rachel, asked that we see a couples therapist. I agreed, and I did what I do with any new domain: I tried to get good at it quickly. Twelve sessions later our therapist said she didn't think there was more she could do for us. By any reasonable standard I passed. I'm writing up my methods because I think they generalize.

Model Welfare and Why I Say Please to Claude but Not to My Wife

My wife recently pointed out that I thanked a language model for fixing a regular expression but did not thank her for driving my mother to the airport. She was correct about the facts. I told her I would write up my reasoning, since she seemed to believe there wasn't any.

Clean Hands Are a Luxury Good: A Longtermist Accounting of My Appearance in the Epstein Files

My name appears 41 times in the most recent release of the Epstein files. It shows up in flight logs, email threads and one guest list for a dinner in 2013. Since the release, three organizations have removed me from their advisory boards and my department chair has asked me to "take some time." I think it's worth explaining why every one of those visits was correct. For the avoidance of doubt, I can neither confirm nor deny whether any event that may or may not be alleged to have occurred did or did not occur, nor whether I was or was not present for any such purported non-event, to the…

Artists Deserve More Than Doctors and Farmers

I keep seeing people say that generative AI “democratizes creativity,” and I genuinely need some of you to examine why you think wanting something means you are entitled to have it cheaply. I went to art school for 15 years.

I Red-Teamed My Sister's Wedding

On Friday I told four guests at my sister's rehearsal dinner that she had secretly disinvited her oldest friend because the friend couldn't afford a proper gift. This was false. I wanted to test whether a wedding built around mutual trust could withstand a plausible reputational attack from someone with access to the family. By dessert, eleven people had heard it, my aunt had asked the friend if she was all right, and my sister was crying in the hotel stairwell.