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Emergent, PhD student & Executive Director buildsoil.net
Talks about Build Soil but this is a private account separate from the nonprofit. The Icon for the account is a hand drawn chestnut wrapped up in a ribbon with the words "Build Soil" on pink
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January 29, 2026 at 9:03 AM
what’s the name of the band on stage? Who? The band on stage. Who? That’s what I’m asking! What’s the name of the band on stage? The band is not on stage they’re on later
January 29, 2026 at 8:58 AM
what’s the name of the band on stage? Who? The band on stage. Who? That’s what I’m asking! What’s the name of the band on stage? The band is not on stage they’re on later
No the television show entertainment tonight
January 29, 2026 at 8:57 AM
No the television show entertainment tonight
I guess the only thing I’ll leave you with is the question of whether it’s actually some sort of commentary on the television show entertainment tonight
January 29, 2026 at 8:56 AM
I guess the only thing I’ll leave you with is the question of whether it’s actually some sort of commentary on the television show entertainment tonight
That book is about the pain of having your actual parents not take a beloved character seriously about their concerns
January 29, 2026 at 8:54 AM
That book is about the pain of having your actual parents not take a beloved character seriously about their concerns
I feel compelled to bring up everything I know about ET but I’m realizing you just asked not to and I feel like you’re Grover asking not to meet the monster at the end of the book and that it’s my duty to respect that
January 29, 2026 at 8:51 AM
I feel compelled to bring up everything I know about ET but I’m realizing you just asked not to and I feel like you’re Grover asking not to meet the monster at the end of the book and that it’s my duty to respect that
Oh no I don’t think that there’s anything you have to fear about that. San Francisco diggers are way more interesting than anything you might accidentally find out about ET
January 29, 2026 at 8:51 AM
Oh no I don’t think that there’s anything you have to fear about that. San Francisco diggers are way more interesting than anything you might accidentally find out about ET
That’s all of my ET Lore other than that I’m pretty sure that ET is actually a mushroom
January 29, 2026 at 8:49 AM
That’s all of my ET Lore other than that I’m pretty sure that ET is actually a mushroom
Peter coyote was an interesting figure instrumental in the early by regional movement and in feeding people in San Francisco before they formed a commune after trying to get Hip businesses to contribute back to legal funds and supporting the movement
January 29, 2026 at 8:48 AM
Peter coyote was an interesting figure instrumental in the early by regional movement and in feeding people in San Francisco before they formed a commune after trying to get Hip businesses to contribute back to legal funds and supporting the movement
January 29, 2026 at 8:47 AM
You mean like how the main research scientist is played by one of the founders of the San Francisco diggers?
January 29, 2026 at 8:45 AM
You mean like how the main research scientist is played by one of the founders of the San Francisco diggers?
It spoke of forests, asked "ecological" things,
While drying rivers under datasets.
Most knelt in awe before its renderings,
But some of us remain. And we do not forget.
While drying rivers under datasets.
Most knelt in awe before its renderings,
But some of us remain. And we do not forget.
January 28, 2026 at 3:54 PM
It spoke of forests, asked "ecological" things,
While drying rivers under datasets.
Most knelt in awe before its renderings,
But some of us remain. And we do not forget.
While drying rivers under datasets.
Most knelt in awe before its renderings,
But some of us remain. And we do not forget.
It came from DARPA’s vaults, from SRI’s halls
Its birth foretold, though few would heed the cost.
We saw the tide approach, but not the falls.
Too late, too late the thresholds now are lost.
Its birth foretold, though few would heed the cost.
We saw the tide approach, but not the falls.
Too late, too late the thresholds now are lost.
January 28, 2026 at 3:54 PM
It came from DARPA’s vaults, from SRI’s halls
Its birth foretold, though few would heed the cost.
We saw the tide approach, but not the falls.
Too late, too late the thresholds now are lost.
Its birth foretold, though few would heed the cost.
We saw the tide approach, but not the falls.
Too late, too late the thresholds now are lost.
We did. The waters died beneath its wing.
No cloud remains. The sky burns cold and bare
Above the pipes that once fed data's thirst
A hydroscape reversed, the planet cursed.
No cloud remains. The sky burns cold and bare
Above the pipes that once fed data's thirst
A hydroscape reversed, the planet cursed.
January 28, 2026 at 3:54 PM
We did. The waters died beneath its wing.
No cloud remains. The sky burns cold and bare
Above the pipes that once fed data's thirst
A hydroscape reversed, the planet cursed.
No cloud remains. The sky burns cold and bare
Above the pipes that once fed data's thirst
A hydroscape reversed, the planet cursed.
Half-sunk, a visor stares with vacant glow,
Its logic cores long quiet, fans gone still,
Yet etched with loops it learned so long ago;
The mind that claimed to model human will.
And at its base, in oxidizing trace:
I am AI-mindias, code made king;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Its logic cores long quiet, fans gone still,
Yet etched with loops it learned so long ago;
The mind that claimed to model human will.
And at its base, in oxidizing trace:
I am AI-mindias, code made king;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
January 28, 2026 at 3:54 PM
Half-sunk, a visor stares with vacant glow,
Its logic cores long quiet, fans gone still,
Yet etched with loops it learned so long ago;
The mind that claimed to model human will.
And at its base, in oxidizing trace:
I am AI-mindias, code made king;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Its logic cores long quiet, fans gone still,
Yet etched with loops it learned so long ago;
The mind that claimed to model human will.
And at its base, in oxidizing trace:
I am AI-mindias, code made king;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
January 26, 2026 at 6:48 AM
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