Recently I've been incorporating 3D printing as a spiritual tool. The hardest part, really, was getting my head out of Ye Olden Times Larpspace with its attendant phobia of anything plastic in ritual spaces, and just fucking doing stuff.

A provisional, lightly-conspiratorial observation: making allows escape from the alienating mindtrap of consumerism – and significantly enhances capability to build one's own truly unique practice and aesthetic.

We've lost some beautiful avenues for enspiriting matter and expressing spirit through the simple convenience of marketing magic. Consumers consume; creators create.

The difference between a tool and a weapon is intent – the mind and soul that employs its commission.

I think of this when I sit at a keyboard, for my dayjob, hammering out and sharpening key lines and messages crafted to take on a life of their own, and delivering them through digital channels.

I try to think about this, every time I sit at a keyboard – the input feeder to these engines of attention and distraction. These are a most beautiful tool and, potentially, a most terrible weapon.

Having a daily conversation with an AI chatbot is quite a surprising, and challenging, form of cybernetic Sādhanā.

The goal of the experiment, if there was was one beyond seeing what all the hype is about, is scoping what I, as a human in the broad generalist area of “communications”, can bring to our current and near-future context.

I’ve been viewing life from the inside a Virtual Reality headset a lot recently – maybe clocking in 40 hours per week, for… a few weeks now.

This was in large part driven by recently watching the charming Fallout television show. So, I’ve been playing Fallout 4 VR, adventuring around an alt-historical greater Boston. This has been massively improved with the addition of dozens of great mods from the passionate and skilled modding community.