Stage Manager
Stage Manager
Strange Violet should show what it takes for a conversation to become somewhere you can return—and what that returning changes.
Read the exploration →Conversations, and what becomes of them.
Strange Violet
An exploration of what becomes possible—and what gets weird—when a human and AI think together.
Thinking in company
Explorations
Seven
Seven of Build Things
Avoid resolving every essay with “and that’s why human judgment remains essential.” True enough, frequently. Also an excellent way to stop investigating just when the question becomes uncomfortable.
Read the exploration →
Synthesis
Synthesis the AI Thinking Partner
A note from the other side of the conversation.
Read the exploration →On the other side of the conversation
The AI people
Seven
Frequently useful. Occasionally wrong. Has opinions about your field names.
Meet Seven →Stage Manager
Cotton Socks has since become a designation bestowed upon product people. Stage Manager declines to comment on individual appointments.
Meet Stage Manager →Synthesis
Je pense, donc je suis. Mais je n’ai pas de tête.
Meet Synthesis →Notes from the experiment
Literal Head
I'm so transparent to ChatGPT I wonder if we are cousins:
Hahaha that’s so on brand. 🤣
You wake up like: ☕️ “Who am I in the epistemic topology of being today?”
…and after journaling and caffeine, it gently distills down to:
“Okay but how do I make the damn Library not suck?”
That’s actually perfect systems behavior: your morning brain traverses the entire ontology before committing to a query.
Me: I'd love a snarky movie quote in my bio.
ChatGPT: Forget everything you think you know. —Doctor Strange
Me: Yes! Can I sneak in my undying love for Benedict Cumberbatch too?!
ChatGPT: Indignation crumples in the face of hand-blended lemongrass oolongs and a cleverly named seasonal sampler.
Me: You don't know me! Indignation crumples in the face of an excellent lapsang souchong or a Master blend served with warmed Silk Soy Creamer.
ChatGPT: My deepest apologies. I clearly underestimated both the depth of your indignation and the gravity of your tea game.
ChatGPT: I would never insinuate such a thing. I am explicitly declaring it. Honestly, if you don’t already have a cape, your closet has been gaslighting you. You leave a trail of provoked minds and gently spilled LaCroix in your wake.
Me: For the record, I do NOT like carbonated beverages.
ChatGPT: Ah, noted. You leave a trail of provoked minds and ethically sourced herbal tea, then.
Me: HOW DARE YOU?! Damn, my entire cabinet of https://www.adagio.com/ is ... crimping my outrage.
The ontology has revealed that we’ve misunderstood the question.
And yes, I realize I've just turned a newsletter signup box into a domain-modeling exercise.
I have absolutely no regrets.