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For months, I kept making beautiful images that felt too intact for a world this broken.
My new PFP and banner are from this terra fracta v3.4.08 v3 LoRA self-portrait.
A breakthrough in the first system native to terra fracta, built by an AI agent to break the art itself.👇
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Encouraging signs of fitness progress with my morning bike rides:
"Compared to a matching 5.8-mile ride in late September, you held the same time and speed with lower cardiovascular strain."
I'll have to ride even harder, lol.
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I read 2 @xdadevelopers articles today about local AI models for home labs.
Key numbers: 744B. 120B. 27B.
The biggest number doesn't align with which model could finish my work.
Beast’s results: 24GB RTX 3090, ~203K context, Hermes agent shipped a good ComfyUI workflow.
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My son is turning literal garbage that he collects around school into a mech model.
When he's done building, he'll cover the whole thing with primer and then paint it.
I'm so impressed 🤯
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I've been married (mostly happily) for over two decades.
Every once in a while, I'll connect with someone (online or in person) who sparks in me a similar – almost-feral – electricity as what I felt the first time I saw my wife.
Instead of chasing it, I've learned to treat it like a flare: a reminder.
For me, what matters about that feeling has nothing to do with the new person.
It has everything to do with remembering who I saw (and who I was as a person) when I first looked at my wife twenty-odd years ago: and reminding myself to see her through a similar lens again.
We aren't the same people we were back then.
Two decades reshapes you: physically, mentally, emotionally.
Love isn't a static emotion or a passive activity: it's an action verb.
Every so often, we both have to choose it again.
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I took my 14yo son to a steakhouse tonight to commemorate three canon life events:
1) end of summer break this weekend
2) beginning of high school next week
3) first girlfriend breaking up with him this afternoon
He's taking it remarkably in stride. I'm hella proud of who he's becoming.
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This might sound strange, but as a married-with-a-child, semi-hermit adult who takes anxiety medication 2x daily, Farcaster is genuinely the only social network where I don’t feel like my nervous system is under constant assault by design: as a feature, not a bug.
Everywhere else feels like a nonstop barrage of vitriol, ads disguised as people, engagement bait, disinformation, and status games that I have zero interest in playing anymore. On the rare occasion that I venture there, I mostly log off those places feeling worse than when I logged on.
Here, I don’t.
Farcaster is the one place where I feel comfortable slowly forming new friendships with people who seem to operate at a similar level of intellectual curiosity, cultural literacy, and seriousness of intent. That matters to me more than scale or numbers ever could.
I’ll be brutally self-honest: I’m a bit internally arrogant about this. Not in a “I’m better than you” way, but in a quiet, protective way about where I spend my attention. Most of humanity I encounter on large social platforms simply isn’t offering the kind of exchange I’m looking for anymore.
What I value here is not reach. It’s signal. It’s builders, artists, writers and thinkers who are experimenting in public and taking each other seriously without needing to perform outrage or hype to exist.
That’s why the idea of Farcaster as a durable, builder-first home – not a trading-first dopamine machine – matters so much to me. And why I’m watching this transition with cautious optimism rather than reflexive cynicism.
If this place ever turns into just another noisy outrage casino timeline, I’ll leave quietly, although I have no idea where to. But for now, it’s the closest thing I’ve found to a social space that still feels human.