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    <title>Andrew West</title>
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      <title>The older I get, the more I care about values over beliefs. Beliefs are proposit</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 20:56:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The older I get, the more I care about values over beliefs. Beliefs are propositional. You can learn. You can unlearn. You can pull your head out of your ass. Your values are what put it up there in the first place.</description>
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      <title>Eleven Minutes</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I’d planned to be up at dawn. Instead I slept in. Took a hot shower. Knocked the mud off my hiking boots. Almost 10am and still in the driveway with the engine running. Deep River county park was...</description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[I’d planned to be up at dawn. Instead I slept in. Took a hot shower. Knocked the mud off my hiking boots.

Almost 10am and still in the driveway with the engine running. Deep River county park was eleven minutes away. I hadn’t been there in fifteen years, maybe more. Couldn’t remember if it was trails or just a gravel path around a pond.

The parking lot was empty. I pulled the camera out of the bag, five pounds of body and glass satisfying in the hands, and started for the trailhead.

Good. Real trails.

Ice on everything. Sun coming through bare trees. Cold that felt clarifying, almost meditative. I stopped when I felt like stopping and grabbed frames without any particular intention. No project. No plan for what to do with the images.

I took a bend in the trail and the trees opened out to a snow-covered cornfield, frozen over in patches, glowing in flat winter light. A farmhouse in the distance. I stood there a while, working the frame. Just doing the thing in front of me. A monk with a broom.

Then a steep hill split off from the main trail. I took it sideways, hands down on the glassy dirt to keep from slipping, until I came out at the top with the river below me. Squirrels chasing each other over fallen trees in the clearing. I stood there fifteen minutes, smiling, then laughing.

The cornfield. The squirrels. The climb up the hill. After that it loses fidelity. Whatever I was thinking in the driveway with the engine running. Whatever was on the trail before the bend. More noise than signal now.

Memory is a butcher. It takes days, weeks, years, and guts them. You're left with an image, a feeling, a stray detail. You live forward. You understand backward. The awareness just sits there like a rock in your shoe.

So you make things. A record of your existence in a time and place. Because memory doesn’t serve. And because you believe someone else might want to share it.

The time and effort are easy. That isn’t the gamble. You have to put yourself in it. You have to ante up.

Maybe someone stands where you stood. Sees through your eyes. Knows you in a way you can only through experience.

Or maybe they look at the thing you built the way you look at a drawing on the refrigerator. Polite. Encouraging. They don't notice that what you built was an invitation. So you start building the next thing because what else are you going to do? Your life is a singular stochastic event. But the experience of it is ergodic.

You exist in superposition.

Eleven minutes from the house and still in the driveway.
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      <title>Remember when social media was more social than media? Feels like everything rev</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2025 23:42:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Remember when social media was more social than media? Feels like everything revolves around &quot;publishing,&quot; &quot;broadcasting,&quot; etc. Man, I just want to be a person talking to people.</description>
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      <title>To Love, To Hate AI</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>When I was teaching during the golden age of bootcamps, I had too many students who, like me, were originally drawn to design as a less starving alternative to artist. And like me, they didn&apos;t...</description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[When I was teaching during the golden age of bootcamps, I had too many students who, like me, were originally drawn to design as a less starving alternative to artist. And like me, they didn't immediately grasp the responsibility of the role.

So I started introducing the course with a quote from cynical mathematician Donald Saari. Slide 01, black text on white:

> For a price, I will come to your organization just prior to your next important election. You tell me who you want to win. I will talk with the voters to determine their preferences over the candidates. Then I will design a 'democratic voting method' which involves all candidates. In the election, the specified candidate will win.

He was joking about the offer, but the mechanism is very real.[^1]

Design works the same way, but it's an industry where rigging the system isn't a provocative joke or dirty secret. It's the whole point.

Click. Buy. Like.

For a price, we study people, map their behavior, and build systems that steer them where someone (typically someone signing our checks) wants them to go.

Follow. Share. Repeat.

Structure shapes understanding. Systems define behavior. Language colors perception. Design is less moral than prescriptive. It creates rules, incentives, hierarchies that all favor one party over another.

The age of AI is here, as every bullshit tech puffpiece published over the last three years will tell you. It's not a matter of stopping it. That ship's done sailed, but we still have time to decide where it's headed. Who's in the room when decisions get made? Whose values inform what gets prioritized?

There's a moral panic taking hold of an industry where disruption is a business plan, and disruption is, by its nature, destructive. For a lot of smart people across design and engineering, the only ethical stance is refusal. If you touch AI, you're complicit. The problem is, AI gets built whether you engage with it or not. When you refuse to participate, you're retreating. What good are values if you don't fight for them?

I watched this happen with the web. The people who cared most about what it could be stepped back when we left the wild west, when people became brands, when it started feeling more like a mall than a neighborhood. They let someone else make the decisions. We got surveillance instead of curiosity, extraction instead of connection. Those ideals largely ended up relegated to the fringes of FOSS, the indie web movement, and hobbyists.[^2]

Opting out doesn't make the system better, it didn't 20 years ago, and it won't now.[^3] It just means your perspective isn't in the room. If you believe design has power, if you believe that how we build systems actually matters, then your absence is a choice with consequences.

Absurd sums of money are being pumped into wildly unprofitable tech by companies desperate for ROI. I don't trust that AI will be built responsibly by default. I don't trust that ethics will be prioritized over growth metrics, or that safety will win against speed. That's why I believe AI's biggest critics need to be the most involved in its development.

"Fuck AI," right? Except it's not OpenAI, Meta, or any other company pouring money into AI slop who stand to lose. It's already rigged in their favor. If we consider ourselves advocates for the user, for people, for ethical tech in general, now's the time to either advocate or admit we were failed artists this whole time.

[^1]: See also: gerrymandering.

[^2]: I'm a big believer in FOSS and the DIY web, so this is coming from first-hand experience more than anything.

[^3]: Still pissed at how successful (and powerful) some of these early tech companies became purely due to a lack of alternatives.
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