La Fontaine’s grasshopper is dead, long live the parasite. The ants have held the world together for centuries. They drained the swamps, lifted the stones, drew the plans, opened the…
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📌 Friday mood post 📌
🧘♂️ Ever get the feeling your company has gone slightly off the rails?
That between two “strategic alignment” meetings and three “co-intentionality bubbles,” no one really knows why they’re here—but everyone’s doing it with remarkable depth?
Then you might have a Kevin nearby.
This (barely exaggerated) piece, excerpted from my upcoming book Kevin, Chief Bullshit Officer, takes you through a typical day in the life of a professional in conscious indecision, a paradox whisperer, and master of vibrational presence.
🌀 It’s funny.
🌀 It’s absurd.
🌀 And if it feels a little too familiar, you may be living in a bullshit-woke-green-complacent ecosystem, where asking a critical question is seen as “creating dissonance in the collective flow.”
Behind the parody lies a sharp (and slightly chilling) X-ray of what work becomes when meaning is replaced by motion-design storytelling, and reality by “shared vibrations.”
Enjoy the read. And if you meet a Kevin, stay calm, breathe… and whatever you do, don’t ask what he actually does. You might get an answer.
#InvisibleLeadership #CorporateBullshit #OfficeSatire #WokeWashing
What if one day, your car made a decision for you… and got it wrong?
A fictional trial once tried to answer a question that no longer feels like fiction: can we put an artificial intelligence on trial like we would a human being?
Behind this courtroom drama lies a deeper dilemma about our digital future: who’s to blame when a machine causes a disaster, but no one truly understands how or why?
Still think the infamous “red button” would save you?
Think again.
📌 Friday mood post 📌
2:07 PM. I open my lunch box. I pull out a ham and butter sandwich.
A colleague faints. Another calls HR screaming.
That’s how I discovered eating had become a political act.
When your plate becomes a ballot and saying “enjoy your meal” gets replaced with “may the chlorophyll elevate you,” maybe we’ve lost the plot somewhere.
Between carbon fines for a piece of salami and mandatory “carnivore rehabilitation” workshops, I realized something: we’re confusing food purity with moral purity.
What if we stopped playing the virtue Olympics?
Because at the end of the day, behind this whole Instagram masquerade, we’re forgetting the essential: we have the right to be human. With our contradictions, our flaws, and our 2 AM cravings.
Even if it’s “politically questionable and ethically dubious.”
A little manifesto against food shaming and for the right to imperfection. Because we’re not algorithms.
_What if you could whisper into an AI’s ear, without anyone noticing?_
Some researchers did exactly that. Not in a novel, but on arXiv, one of the most respected scientific platforms. By inserting invisible messages into their papers, they discreetly influenced the judgment—not of human readers, but of the AI systems reviewing the submissions.
White text on a white background. Microscopic font size. Hidden instructions.
The reader sees nothing. The AI, however, obeys.
This isn’t just a clever technical trick. It’s a sign of the times.
Because in a world where AIs help us read, choose, and decide—what happens when the AI itself is being manipulated, without our knowledge?
And even more unsettling: what’s left of our free will, if even the information we read has already been preformatted… for the machine that filters our perception?
👉 This article explores a new kind of manipulation. Subtle. Sneaky. Invisible. Yet remarkably effective.