Or: How I Learned to Stop Comparing Almonds to AI and Start Asking Who Decides One Month Ago: I was arguing about whether AI images were "real art." That felt urgent. It felt like the center of the conversation. Today: I am writing about aquifers. I am writing about zoning variances. I am writing about data center cooling loops and the fact that a single large data center can evaporate more water in a day than a family of four uses in a decade. I am writing about the Lenape,

Or: How I Went From Debating AI Art to Worrying About the Aquifer in Less Than Two Weeks So, I wrote a post recently. A nice, measured, compassionate little essay comparing AI anxiety to the early Photoshop era. I talked about John Henry, dignity, labor, and my own neurodivergent joy in using these tools. It was a good post. I stand by it. It’s also, in retrospect, the intellectual equivalent of a sepia-toned photograph of a calmer time. Directionally correct, adorably unawar