Punk, or why I don't stream anymore

This lament about the superficiality of publicly oriented endeavors is interesting cause this guy's life is inseparable from meta commentary.

"George Francis Hotz (born October 2, 1989), known online by geohot, is an American security hacker, entrepreneur,[1] and software engineer. He is known for developing iOS jailbreaks,[2][3] reverse engineering the PlayStation 3, and for the subsequent lawsuit brought against him by Sony. From September 2015 until November 2025, he worked on his vehicle automation machine learning company comma.ai.[4] Since November 2022, Hotz has been working on tinygrad, a deep learning framework."

From the early legal controversy to today, if there's one thing we can expect from geohot, it's that he's gonna think he's god's gift to programming and everyone whose work he disagrees with are losers. But the bluster often doesn't result in much eg his plan to 'fix twitter search' didn't amount to anything (and today in June 2026 twitter search is way less reliable than it was pre-Elon/Hotz/etc in Oct 2022-- but I guess we can't say it's Hotz's fault cause like I said he did approximately nothing)

Punk is actually a good metaphor because the the angst in the music became the blockbuster 'brand' of the music. Being jaded and cynical doesn't make you inherently more interesting it just leaves you--'here', wherever this post is. The programmer equivalent of sporting a studded leather jacket and green mohawk

I really like this style of writing in short bursts, and I appreciate the author's tone and concerns.

I do wonder if the author is very young. As much as I enjoyed his small essay, a few things stuck right out at me:

>I tried having a flip phone once (2014), but you couldn’t find out what time the movies were playing because moviephone just redirected you to their app.

This has been a solved problem for a long time: you look up the movie times and such prior to departing for the movies. No smartphone needed.

>And it’s not like there’s anywhere to go. The real world is strip malls and axe throwing and escape rooms. Oh god people actually go on a hinge date to axe throwing and think it’s the real world.

You can escape, but you'll never hear about it by either checking online, or by listening to very-online people. Go on a hike. It doesn't even have to be a good one. Just go do it. Maybe say hi to some people you meet while you're there. You probably won't develop a deep friendship with them, but you will have a real, face-to-face human interaction.

Living away from the internet can now only be done intentionally. It can be done, though, but it's not the automatic choice. It's not even difficult ... it's just "manual." You must always think about what you want to do and how you want to do it. It's a skill that will come back to you. Or, if the author never learned it, a skill he still has a chance to learn.

What we've lost is getting to feel like you're connected to a common culture. This is a big, big loss, but it is not everything. The tools you need to escape are all around you. Power off your devices. Get some books at your local library. Try leaving your devices off all weekend, even when you get anxious, and bored, and your brain cries out for the easy, automatic stimulation it's become so accustomed to. Lay in bed and stare at the ceiling until your brain creates interesting thoughts out of your boredom. It's possible.

I remember watching this urban exploration video, the guy went into an abandoned Russian nuclear bunker, deep underground. Watching this titanic effort of engineering, made by people who were both highly intelligent and had vast resources at their disposal, yet felt it necessary to build it to have an answer to the unthinkable horrors the future held, all of this reflected in the sturdy but utilitarian design of the concrete complex, rooms filled with all sorts of pumps, air filters, and electronic equipment necessary to sustain human civilization after the bomb fell. As the guy walked from room to room, he noticed that in one of the rooms was a set of old PCs. The power was on. He switched it on, and suddenly the familiar bootup chime of Windows 95 played, and he was looking at a desktop. He sat down, started clicking around, opened Solitaire, started playing. Suddenly all the tension dropped, I forgot where I was. The whole thing felt comfortable, even pedestrian. I had to actively remind myself that the guy was many stories underground in an abandoned bunker, likely patrolled by active military.

Computers even at their crudest have a hypnotic ability to bring you into their world, and somehow make you forget about the reality you live in. This is not the only mechanism of society that does this, but certainly one of the most powerful we found in recent history.

From the article: "... there is no other Internet, just a place with five corporate towns and some Chinese ones that are really hard to visit if you don’t speak Chinese."

Yeah, that's only true if you don't hang out in the old-style Internet. I spend most of my time on blogs, reading and replying to discussions on wide-ranging topics, talking to interesting people who know a lot more than I do about many subjects (in fact, most subjects that aren't computer programming) The discussion isn't on Disqus, it's not monetized, it's just... people talking to each other. And it's an active, fun community.

They're out there. Just... choose to disengage with the boring communities. I haven't had a Facebook account in years; I only got one because at the time there was a social group I belonged to that was using Facebook as their primary communication tool, and when I moved to another city I deleted my Facebook account. I never signed up for Twitter. Didn't want an account when it started, didn't want one five years ago, don't want one now.

It's possible to disengage from the artificial, and find real communication with real people. The first step is to just... stop logging onto Facebook. Just walk away.

> But the difference is that you didn’t do anything. And in so much as there is a you, it isn’t steering. Now I realize that the non steering you is everywhere.

  Jesse: I was thinking about that thing you said about the universe. Going where the universe takes you? Right on. It's a cool philosophy.
  Jane: I was being metaphorical, it's a terrible philosophy. I've gone where the universe takes me my whole life. It's better to make those decisions for yourself.
  El Camino, 2019

This really does - I don't mean it in a disparaging way - read like a mid-life crisis writing. Having to come to terms with the fact that the "old world" is not the current world anymore, which is too bad, because you like the old one, and you don't quite fit in the new one either.

This feeling has existed across generations and most of us have to go through it eventually.

The world, however, is not any less real than it has always been and is not collapsing.

> Oh god people actually go on a hinge date to axe throwing and think it’s the real world.

Hinge dates and axe throwing are not my world. I also didn't go to pop band concerts and meat market bars in the olden times. I don't judge the people who did, at least now I don't.

The only thing I will now remember this guy for is when he volunteered to work for Twitter/X after Elon took over. He failed to get twitter code building locally for about 4 weeks when attempting to change some placeholder text in the twitter search bar. He ultimately couldn't figure it out and then immediately quit lol. He even ran a poll on his twitter asking if he should quit, most people voted "NO" then he quit anyway.

The wrong people won the internet lottery.

I sympathize with the author. I started with HyperCard in the late 1980s when fax machines were an up-and-coming business. Then learned C, C++ and assembly language before I knew what a spreadsheet was. I got educated on a very strange mix of simplicity and complexity that is diametrically opposed to this "modern" world we live in, where web and app development have become so complex that an individual developer effectively can't compete in the market without using AI, while the business logic our software performs is often smaller than what non-programmers used to cobble together for their office workflows without a manual.

I keep asking myself what went wrong. How has so little progress happened in the way we write software since the Dot Bomb in 2000? How did languages like Rust rise in prominence, while others like AppleScript devolve into something unrecognizable?

The answer is gross, but it's misaligned incentives. Why would Meta make React better, when its very complexity forms a moat that prevents outside competition? Why would Google rewrite Android's spaghetti code, when the last thing it wants is competing smartphones? Why would Apple improve its web browser to run at 1000x current speed and negate the need for archaic native apps written in Swift/Objective-C and lose its gatekeeper status?

This vacuum of innovation, this cultural wealth inequality, has become so ingrained into our lives that we can't even see it anymore. It's a just a state of being now, a perpetual scarcity mindset. It limits not just what we imagine, but what we can imagine. Not for formal reasons, but logistical ones. Financial survival trumps mental/physical/spiritual health.

Influencers, streaming, the gig economy, even AI paper over this rot at the core of our reality. Instead of fixing underemployment, undertaxed capital gains, money in politics, trade deficits stemming from colonization, a national debt obfuscating public to private wealth transfer, etc etc etc, we tell our young people that they'd be happier alone. That if they just gave up their blue hair and avocado toast and stopped being lazy, they could someday reach the 20th century American Dream.

It's all baloney. On the one hand, I'm jealous of young people today - scraping dating sites to actually meet girls would have been the golden ticket when I was young in the late 1900s. But on the other hand, I feel a strange mix of concern and pity for them - technology is a pale imitation of the party plane that my generation spent eons escaping reality to.

If I didn't know better, I'd say this year is 1996 (2.0). Now that the Internet Age has ended, AI gives all of us unprecedented access to not just free information - but free motivation. For the first time in human history, we have digital slaves to fill the artificial scarcity component of capitalism. We're so close to being free for the first time, just like we were before the powers that be pulled the plug at the end of the 90s by denying access to capital to the masses.

The squares, the sellouts, they don't even know they're a joke, at least not consciously. The rich and powerful talk at us so hard, shamelessly, losing the intellectual debate by refusing to participate in it.

The most punk thing we can do is share. Time, money and resources - not content. Pay it forward. Bring someone up with us. Help.

Otherwise the wrong people will win the AI lottery too.

For anybody misled by the title and still a bit confused by the article he's not referring to music.

This is clever-clogs George Hotz of hacking, comma.ai and tinygrad etc fame.

He used (?) to live stream hacker stuff like long running coding sessions.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Hotz

Unofficial video archive:

https://youtube.com/@geohotarchive/videos

> What killed the hacker culture I grew up in was spectacle.

That’s so rich from someone known for his public stunts against Sony & co

geohot is lucky to have grown up in proper hacker culture, doing CTFs, poking at hardware. I've only touched the surface of this from the outside. One time I got root on my network switch, but that was about it. And now I feel like I've wasted my life. Geohot made a pretty big difference to the world with his hardware hacking.

Separate thought: This new information world can be fought, but it's the war against capital and power, and that cannot be won, only resisted until the side with the capital and power becomes so incompetent and detached from reality that it collapses by itself (this is happening now, slowly; it happened already in the Soviet Union), and then we can shape what comes afterwards. But there probably won't be as much computer technology post-collapse.

Oh god, George is getting old. Sounding like an old guy.

What does that say about me? I used to find him childish.

Jokes aside I also didn’t like him. Until I heard him on that podcast with the Russian-American dude whose name I can’t remember and can’t be bothered to search right now. I was surprised to start find that I would like George, because he said he was religious and I generally dislike people who capitalize god, etc.

I think he was one of the coolest hackers of the millennial generation.

What an unpleasant read

Is it wrong to feel the truly privileged doom pilled are a true manifestation of irrelevant inconsequential thought processeses, sick loops created by our own Dr. Frankensteins? Isn't PKD meeting Sallinger just pile on?

This post feels like how my own notes are done before they're polished into a proper "article/blog post" or whatever, and I genuinely appreciate what seems like a stream of consciousness from the author made public (not sure I'd dare to), even though I don't personally agree with it all.

> The new war demands your inner reality. The new war will be weird in all sorts of new ways we can’t even imagine yet.

I've been orienting myself towards this already being true as well, and think we still haven't even started to see this taken to its (logical) extreme. If nothing else, it'll at least be interesting to see all the effects and methods around this, and all the cool mind reading toys.

Feels very related to the idea of refinement culture: https://lindynewsletter.beehiiv.com/p/refinement-culture

While the connectedness of our world allows for great ideas to be spread and shared, there’s a huge reduction in actual variety. I don’t know what the solution is.

> I’ve been scraping dating sites and feeding them to ChatGPT

Why...

ChatGPT does not know more than you. The fallacy is always that you compare AI to a human without literature references and a database.

This is most egregious in chess engines that literally have endgame databases for example. Would Carlsen have won game six against Nepo if Nepo had had a tablebase? No, it was a draw many times.

Hacker culture has slowly been subverted since the mediocre developers of open source projects sold out to corporations and became managers of the A developers. Literally like pg wrote: C students manage the A students. Except that in open source this was a novelty and the A students were too timid or conflict averse to fork.

> I’ve been scraping dating sites and feeding them to ChatGPT, and it’s amazing how few of the profiles still say anything about the person.

I’ve long described dating apps as “distilling an entire person into a few curated photos and a snippet of text”. In all dating app profile advice I’ve ever seen, creativity, personality, and anything against the grain is highly discouraged. No wonder they barely work.

every instance of a reference to "end of history" is always repeating a misunderstanding of Fukuyama's argument.

end of history doesn't mean nothing will ever happen again

When I read stuff like this, I think the people involved need to go outside and touch grass.

I don’t mean that in a mean or reductive way. But something about this kind of assumption that things will get more elaborate and more abstract forever (when he’s talking about the future war for your inner reality) as if there are infinite resources, just strikes me as disconnected from physical reality in a way that feels particularly weird

Hacker culture isn't dead. It just smells funny.

I appreciate the commentary, but there's some irony of this being hosted on a github.io space.

"Everything is awful now", from exactly the sort of person who made it so.

Poor George

I have similar feelings but also think this is mostly an effect of more people participating.

The people that create slop garbage profiles or cookie-cutter profiles didn't have very quirky profiles before. The probably didn't even participate before.

The quirky stuff is still there and maybe there is even more of it but it takes effort to find it instead of being able to go online and everything being novel.

Parts of this reminded me of the book "Sadly, Porn".

overall, too much of this makes sense. The only part I have any objection to is the part about when you're using an AI to make something, you are not steering.

I think you only give up the steering on the how, but the "what" and the "why", which were always the more important parts, in my opinion, are still in your hands.

There has always been tension on that specific point, and it's what made being a programmer in a company you don't own so painful.

> And it’s not like there’s anywhere to go. The real world is strip malls and axe throwing and escape rooms.

While the ersatz realms of AI regress to the mean, religious traditions chug on, bringing joy to adherents.

Find your community of faith.

> AI is making this all so much worse. When you are prompting you feel like you are steering, but are you really? Would you know if you weren’t?

This one hits hard. I feel more and more that AI-assisted creation is really just consumption. And it’s worse because it gives a false sense of creativity. Are we really expressing ourselves and challenging ourselves by pressing a button and generating the same slop as a million other people?

I don't really know what to say other than what absolutely amazing article that articulates our new post-industrialism world really well.

The bit about stream viewers is interesting. What is the typical viewer experience?

I assumed watching streams is similar to watching vs participating in sports. I played a few as a teen, got quite good at one. As much as I like watching highly talented people apply their skill it does nothing to scratch the participatory itch.

1. I place less value on the internet and more on IRL interactions. Yes, the internet is dead. Artistic crocheting with your buddies still isn't. It is a little more difficult to organize but it's still just as rewarding as always.

2. Even in the dead internet, there are things that aren't being consumed by the machine. I built my own Twitter/Bluesky client with my own recommendation system, and a huge chunk of the content I see is just people dicking around.

3. What's exactly wrong with being racist? I stopped browsing Reddit and talking to AI because, among other things, it cannot handle my racist opinions. My IRL friends don't mind me being racist so I just talk to them instead. My employer doesn't need to know I'm secretly racist. Author gives off vibes like living in 80's and "I want to feel special but I don't want to have gay sex" like pick one bro.

4. If you want to be a part of counter-culture, then fucking make it yourself, unless what you miss is the pre-packaged mass-manufactured counter-culture before you understood how it works. Then I have bad news for you, Santa isn't real.

5. You don't need to be special in all aspects. It's totally okay to enjoy some mainstream AI-generated slop too.

> Maybe the new tattoos are just like being racist or something, but that’s hard to do when your heart isn’t in it and they will eventually find some way to absorb that.

I think I'd rather read slop than edgelord.

This slop is exactly what ChatGPT spits out when it's leading you down the hole of AI psychosis.

We've got used to 'reasonable' society and politics in the last few centuries, but check out politics in developing nations or dictatorships, or woke, or Trump or places like pageantry. All fake news and gossip and performance, and AI just makes this potentially much much worse.

It already has a name in academia I think, post-truth, or post-reality or whatever, I think it all started with the French post-modernism thing, then critical theory, etc.

But I'm not sure it's a post- 'advance' at all, but more like a rejection of the enlightenment and a return to the tribal village.

Is this blog post meaningfully readable for anyone? It just reads like an incoherent rambling.