I've heard that Zuck is a big fan of the 3 body problem

Sipping pastis poolside at Club Med Marrakech, where the sun’s relentless and the kids are screaming joyfully in the distance. A week here with the family, and this place—charming, manicured, a touch surreal—has me thinking of Baudelaire’s La Vie Antérieure, that dreamlike nostalgia for a lost golden age. Except here, it’s not lost; it’s packaged, all-inclusive, for the French petite bourgeoisie to lap up like a well-chilled rosé. Why does Club Med endure? It’s the French Dream distilled: a microcosm of grandeur, a temporary escape from the slow, grinding collapse of the everyday. Everyone’s here—boomers reminiscing over Gauloises-soaked summers, young athletes chasing Instagram glory, families wrangling toddlers. Yet, there’s an odd egalitarianism. The basic package gets you the same buffet, the same trapeze lessons, the same open bar as the guy in the Lacoste polo. No VIP nonsense, just a leveled playing field of leisure. Kids swarm the Mini Club, defying France’s birthrate slump with shrieks and sunscreen. Grandparents, parents, teens—they mingle in a harmony born of cultural uniformity, a shared understanding of what “vacation” means. The staff, mostly GOs from former colonies, glide through with smiles and service so seamless you almost forget the historical baggage. Almost. Club Med isn’t just a resort; it’s a time machine to a France that never quite was, but one we keep chasing. Between the couscous and the cocktails, you can feel the weight of nostalgia—and the lightness of pretending, just for a week, that the decline never happened.

Sipping pastis poolside at Club Med Marrakech, where the sun’s relentless and the kids are screaming joyfully in the distance. A week here with the family, and this place—charming, manicured, a touch surreal—has me thinking of Baudelaire’s La Vie Antérieure, that dreamlike nostalgia for a lost golden age. Except here, it’s not lost; it’s packaged, all-inclusive, for the French petite bourgeoisie to lap up like a well-chilled rosé. Why does Club Med endure? It’s the French Dream distilled: a microcosm of grandeur, a temporary escape from the slow, grinding collapse of the everyday. Everyone’s here—boomers reminiscing over Gauloises-soaked summers, young athletes chasing Instagram glory, families wrangling toddlers. Yet, there’s an odd egalitarianism. The basic package gets you the same buffet, the same trapeze lessons, the same open bar as the guy in the Lacoste polo. No VIP nonsense, just a leveled playing field of leisure. Kids swarm the Mini Club, defying France’s birthrate slump with shrieks and sunscreen. Grandparents, parents, teens—they mingle in a harmony born of cultural uniformity, a shared understanding of what “vacation” means. The staff, mostly GOs from former colonies, glide through with smiles and service so seamless you almost forget the historical baggage. Almost. Club Med isn’t just a resort; it’s a time machine to a France that never quite was, but one we keep chasing. Between the couscous and the cocktails, you can feel the weight of nostalgia—and the lightness of pretending, just for a week, that the decline never happened.

Back after 3 weeks

Bitcoin's blasting to a new all-time high this July 14! Unlike the Tour Eiffel fireworks, this rocket's not coming back to the ground! 🚀💥

Make Sunday afternoon type 2 great again

AI emerges as a modern Tower of Babel, not in mere ambition, but in its crystallization of humanity’s ancient drive toward a unified language. Yet, where once words bound us, now tokens reign—a lexicon of abstraction surpassing the frail scaffolding of mortal tongues. In this new idiom, we encode not just meaning, but intent, pattern, and will, reaching ever closer to the divine. What chastisement looms for this audacity? Perhaps not a splintering of voices, but a mirror held aloft by our own creation, reflecting a sovereignty we dare not fully grasp.

What if the post-AGI world mirrors ancient polytheism? History often cycles, and the future might look like a pantheon of "gods"—independent AGIs developed by companies or open-source groups, each with its own domain, followers, and agenda. In the past, gods ruled skies, seas, and wisdom; in the future, AGIs could rule healthcare, finance, creativity, or governance. Instead of temples, data centers. Instead of priests, developers. Instead of prayers, prompts. Each AGI would have its devotees, shaped by the values of its creators. But like ancient gods, they might clash, ally, or compete for dominance. Are we building tools—or birthing gods? And how do we ensure they serve us, not control us? And if this polytheistic AGI era emerges, what kind of "monotheism" will rise to end it? A single unifying AGI? A global governance system? Just a thought.

Believe in something

Just read the Draghi report from a month ago. If even the staunchest unionists are sounding the alarm on Europe's future, we might be in deeper trouble than we think. Their solution? More centralized power, European bonds, and an endless money printer. At what point do we admit this isn't sustainable? #EU #Bonds #Inflation #brrrrr

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Bitcoin smelled it before anyone else? Yesterday’s dip followed by today’s spike in Polymarket odds for a Lebanon invasion. Did Bitcoin price in geopolitical risk ahead of the curve? #Bitcoin #Polymarket #Lebanon #Geopolitics

Trying to shake off those Sunday Scaries

As focus remains on #Hezbollah leader Hassan #Nasrallah, it's important to consider that destroying over six residential towers without any warning or evacuation leads to hundreds of deaths. If this approach becomes accepted, don't be surprised when your entire neighborhood is demolished just because a 'wrongdoer' was in the area. Good luck, #Lebanon

wtf happened in 1971

Mood this friday #ilovethismeme

Just listened to this french podcast on my commute: "Is Bitcoin a Religion?" by Jacques Favier. At first, I thought the guy was totally out to lunch – seriously, what is he smoking? 😅 But then, after thinking it over, it kinda clicked. He says Bitcoin has many signs of a religion: a mysterious founder (Satoshi), a sacred text (the white paper), a dedicated community (HODLers), rituals like mining, and even holy days like Bitcoin Pizza Day and the Halving. Add to that mantras like "Not your keys, not your coins." , stay humble and stack sats ... you see the point. It really made me wonder... if Bitcoin is still around in 1000 years, wouldn’t it definitely be seen as a religion? I mean, were the contemporaries of Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, or Buddha fully aware of how big those movements would get? 👀

I can totally understand how the average person might not grasp the value of Bitcoin. What I can never wrap my head around, though, is how a die-hard gold enthusiast — someone who understands sound money and the importance of preserving wealth — completely overlooks the potential of Bitcoin