I am — or strive to be — a devotee of anti-catastrophism. In a discourse environment given over to hyperbolic outrage, in a takes landscape that professionally incentivizes inflating minor concerns into emblems of decadence, I maintain faith in the pre-internet folkways of Not Thinking That This New Thing Is The End Of Civilization.
I am an evangelist for my cause: I want to convince others to be anti-catastrophists too. My partner-in-crime Nicholas Grossman is one, too. Arc is the way it is because we are the way we are.
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