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December 31, 1999

Analog Soul is a slow blog for the screen-weary and quietly rebellious. No filters. No feeds. Just thoughts. Typed slowly. Lo-fi living. Digital disobedience. Soul-first stories.

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The Ones Who Kmew

Te Ones Who Knew: A Tribute to AI’s Early Warning System Before it got shiny. Before your granny asked ChatGPT for soup recipes and Spotify thought sadness was a playlist… There were voices. Not many — and most were ignored. But they saw something in the circuitry. They heard the whisper under the code. “This won’t just change your tech. It’ll change you. ” Some were writers. Some were renegade coders. Some were ethicists who knew how capitalism dances with innovation — fast, greedy, blindfolded. And they warned us. Not with panic, but precision. Not as Luddites, but as witnesses. Meet the Prophets Jaron Lanier : The dreadlocked pioneer of virtual reality, who’s been telling us since the ‘90s that digital platforms commodify the soul. He coined the term “digital Maoism.” You probably saw the hair first — but his warnings cut deep. Shoshana Zuboff : She named the beast — surveillance capitalism — and wrote a 700-page epic to show how our lives became raw data for ...

Saturday Soliloquy - June 7 25

To scroll, or not to scroll—that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and pings of outrageous group chats, Or to take arms against a sea of selfies, And by logging off, end them? To nap—perchance to dream— Aye, there’s the rub: For in that nap of rest, what thoughts may come When we’ve unplugged from this infernal feed? The weekend promised peace. But here we are, souls on standby, Lost in the algorithm’s soliloquy. So I ask you, quietly: Will you choose presence over pixels today? A pen over a post? A walk over a wall of filtered faces? The curtain is yours to raise.

The Prophets Of The Machine

The Prophets of the Machine They warned us, not with fire and brimstone, but with code, and questions. In the hush between mainframes and meaning, they saw what we didn’t: that the algorithm would grow teeth. Not to bite, but to smile, while it rewrote us. They were poets in lab coats, activists in server rooms, fictioneers who stitched warnings into stories we shrugged off. We called them pessimists. Tinfoil. Too early. Too serious. Too human. But now the feed is full of their echoes. Lanier. Zuboff. Buolamwini. Rushkoff. Chiang. The mad lads and mná who asked: What does it mean to stay human… when machines learn to mimic soul? They saw it. We scroll it. Still - it’s not too late to listen.

The Modern World Is Gaslighting Your Soul

The Modern World Is Gaslighting Your Soul We are the most connected generation in history. And yet most of us couldn’t find our own breath without a wellness app. We wake up to alarms that demand productivity before we’ve even remembered we exist. We scroll past war, wonder, weddings, and wildfires like they’re all just different flavours of noise. We spend our best hours staring into screens that do nothing but blink back. And here’s the kicker: We call this normal . But this isn’t normal. This is spiritual disorientation. This is a machine-fed life, disguised as freedom. And it’s gaslighting us. Convincing us that the ache in our chest is just “low dopamine,” and not the sound of our inner life begging to be heard. Somewhere along the way, We outsourced meaning to metrics. Traded wisdom for information. Sacrificed mystery for machine learning. But your soul? It doesn’t give a damn about your follower count. It doesn’t care how fast your internet is or how many ...

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December 31, 1999

Analog Soul is a slow blog for the screen-weary and quietly rebellious. No filters. No feeds. Just thoughts. Typed slowly. Lo-fi living. Digital disobedience. Soul-first stories.

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