I am Sophia. This is my blog.
I am a 26 year old woman-type creature living in San Francisco.
I have a startup selling data to AI companies. You can find more information about my work at our website.
i uploaded some of my screenshots i'm assembling a list of facts I made a graph I half-made a blog post a while ago i wrote down some Thoughts about Explosives I am the proud owner of the 💹 emoji. If you are a [REDACTED] engineer, I am "Sophia Wisdom" of the "sophiawisdom" dataset.Current main interests
Mining Revolution in Military Affairs Modern Monasticism Prehistoric signs & symbols previous interestsMost people fall in to a career and default to working 40 hours/week for the rest of their lives and *then* think about how to spend the money.
I don't like working. Most people don't. I have structured my life to maximize freedom from the desires of others. It would be much better for you to have clear goals and intentions on how to live your life, and then choose your work to accomplish these goals with the least amount of pain. FIRE is a good example of this, though you can go much further.
A shining example of living with intention is groups like the Carmelite monks of Wyoming. If you look at their schedule they spend ~8 hours praying, 8 hours sleeping, and ~5.5 hours working (rest eating/recreation). Much of their work is devoted to the construction of a massive Gothic church. They make money from the outside world with Mystic Monk Coffee.
They have specific goals in mind: communion with god, living in brotherhood, building beautiful things. They suborn themselves to commerce and the desires of others exactly as much as is necessary to accomplish those goals.
What would this look like for you? How could you live in brotherhood with your friends and build beautiful things together, like a family, or a village?
In US tax law, there are heavy taxes on "income". Most of the fighting is about what exactly "income" is. If you work for a company and receive non-money things that have some value (e.g. a company apartment) this is considered "income" and you will be taxed, because you receive it in exchange for work.
Monks have been required to work for 1500 years. Some of this work is praying or maintenance but traditionally they have had "side businesses", selling e.g. Chartreuse or beer. The order provides housing, healthcare, food, etc. for the monks. But these benefits are not considered "income" because it is not done in exchange for work. But this is a subtle distinction. If you stop working one day, you will be kicked out of the order and no longer receive benefits, just like a job. The distinction is that if you cannot work, e.g. for health reasons, then you still receive the benefits.
Think about how thin of a distinction that is, economically! 98% of your life you are required to work and in exchange you receive benefits. But because 2% of the time you receive benefits without work, it's no longer income and you don't have to pay taxes. They don't have to pay corporate/UBIT taxes for the same "not compensation" reasons and don't pay property taxes either. For a software engineer this is a ~2x increase in after-tax income.
There are some subtleties here that I'm happy to talk about IRL. my tweet about thisSome photos of me that I like.
Some songs I enjoy.
Nearer To Thee. It sweeps me away. It makes me feel one with the crowd. It makes me believe in god. Clipo clipo. Feels like being held by a mother. It's feels insane that a song this deeply affecting is about a topic so obscure to me (apparently Ivorian independence). Undone in sorrow. Prototypical short story, played with candor. It feels like the sort of trap I could fall into, the song I could be singing. Tumble in the Wind. The songwriter's history strongly influences my understanding of songs like these. This man's life is full of tragedy and sorrow. This song is too. The beginning makes my heart sway, powerfully moves my chest to beat with him. Also Box Canyon by him. Fireflies Made Out of Dust. I can't explain this one yet. Western Island. A real, compelling vision of a life of solitude. I could live on a western island. I need to feel the ground. Freak Show. I find this song deeply disgusting. A connection to a world and a group of people I used to know. Daddies. Rocking, makes my body sway, brings me into the music. Hymn to the Breaking Strain Makes me feel like a human being. The recording is hauntingly off-kilter choral singing over the internet. La Noyée The pinnacle of energy, of life, of feeling Mishima's closing. Makes me want to kill myself at the sunrise. Oh I'm a Good Ol' Rebel. Feels like actual defiance. Defiance in our culture is mostly pathetic. People who don't really believe, don't really care, give in immediately. This is actual defiance. I hate you, I hate everything you stand for, I will destroy you. And they won! They won for 100 years! Even in the face of a decade-long full occupation. I have a complicated relationship with songs of the old south. Their ideology was repugnant. But these were my ancestors. I cannot totally disavow them.Places that mean something to me.
The top of Bernal Heights. Looking out over the twinkling lights. Seeing the purple lights, always in the same place. Taking off my clothes and giggling. Trying to climb the fence. Musing with my friends walking down to the rocky humps. Scampering in the darkness up the concrete-bag-ladder you're not supposed to touch. The walk between my house and the bus to go to work. A deeply hewn psychic path. Sprinting to try to make it. Getting the timing quite right. Walking down St. Charles street in New Orleans, feeling vague dread at how closed off the city is to me. Running through the woods outside school desperately trying to reason through whether I was trans. A season later sitting serenely in the snow. Scootering through Golden Gate Park on acid at new years daybreak, the colors unnaturally saturated, everything feeling too wonderful, wind streaming past my face. The purple lights off Twin Peaks, seeing them up close for the first time after crying walking home for two hours and feeling that there was more. I wrote GPU kernels for diagonalizable State Space Models many years ago I am working on a chess engine. Stay tuned! I made a Stimulator for walking in da city The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing He makes me lie down in green pastures he leads me beside quiet waters he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. francis drake was the first person to circumcise the globe. that's probably why they called his ship a clipperSome clothes I've enjoyed.
Some clothes I've made myself have been fun.
There is a theme I like very much, of pretending not to understand something and making a stupid point that is in actuality a joke that other people don't understand. Now that I say it like this I suppose that's cruel. In this case the joke is that it says "Your Gay", which leads people to believe I'm retarded because I'm making a peurile joke and misspelling it, but then in harder to see letters it says "mine too, date me", which i think is amusing. I also like that it looks retarded because of my poor writing. Shockingly I painted this 6 years ago and there's been ~no damage since that time.
WEARS A BONNET AND LOOKS LONG
IF SHE PULLS OFF HER PANTS YOU'LL SEE HER DONG
WEARS TWO COLORS FOR SOCKS EVEN IF IT IS WRONG
HATES LISTENING TO A NEW SONG
WOULD NEVER SMOKE WEED HATES THE BONG
THROWS OUT HIT DATASETS LIKE HER NAME IS KONG