Posts tagged AuditTheMath
Your Two Cents Matter: A Babyshower for Matheo & Balospe
- 21 June 2026
After a seven-year pregnancy and a months-long birth drama, twins Matheo (the math) and Balospe (the balance) have finally arrived. Come to the babyshower, hear the song — and turn two cents a day into a force no lobby can buy.
The Nuclear Winter Wager, in Ten Beats
- 18 June 2026
My #AuditTheMath launch thread, gathered here so you can read and share the whole sequence without an X account: Pascal’s broken wager, re-aimed at a finite, checkable catastrophe — accidental nuclear winter. Don’t believe me; look.
The Day After June 17
- 18 June 2026
Yesterday, head-down trying to get this campaign to finally launch, I missed what day it was. In Germany, where I grew up, June 17 once stood for a reunification I was certain — as a teenager — would never happen. It did. Here is what that taught me about the gap between what sounds realistic and what turns out to be Real — and why I am betting on a ResearchCity that sounds just as impossible today.
As a Ger-man Gentile: I’m Handing You the Knife to Cut “my Baby”
- 08 June 2026
Eight days ago, on June 1, I finished publishing something that took years to be born: drafts for a formal, checkable mathematical theology — claims about God and the world stated precisely enough that mathematicians can find the bugs. In one old tradition, on the eighth day you bring the newborn to be circumcised: you cut away what shouldn’t be there. I am a Gentile with no claim on that ritual — and yet the image is the truest thing I can say about what I am doing today. Let me explain it carefully, because it would be easy to get wrong.
Why I Stopped Trying to Save My Research Materials
- 04 June 2026
Someone will reasonably ask: if these materials matter so much, why am I not fighting harder to keep them? Here is the honest answer — not a secular one, so take it or leave it. It runs through the grain of wheat that has to fall and die, through Gideon’s strange fleece, and through the army cut from thirty-two thousand to three hundred. It is about letting go, about why the weakness is the point and not the bug, and about the one test that keeps surrender from becoming a disguise for avoidance.
Burning Libraries in the 21st Century
- 04 June 2026
We remember the Library of Alexandria as one tragic fire. The truth is slower and sadder: most libraries die not in a blaze but by a thousand small defundings — and in the 21st century we are too sophisticated for torches, so we let the spreadsheet do the burning. I write this watching my own life’s research go the same way, and using it to ask a question the size of a civilization: when knowledge does not pay this quarter, and keeping it is no one’s job — where shall all the institutional knowledge go?
Doctor, Save Yourself
- 03 June 2026
On 10 December 2024 I stood at the auction of my own American dream home, in a suit, holding a book about how accidental nuclear winter threatens everyone. I was trying to help the world avoid its eviction from Earth while I was being evicted from my house. The mockery writes itself: Doctor, save yourself. This is the story of that day — and why I have come to think the irony is not an accident but a teaching, about the Jubilee System, about eviction, about compound interest as a slow-motion explosion, and about the oldest mistake of all. You judge.
A Coin in a FiSh’s Mouth: Who Pays My Temple Tax?
- 28 May 2026
Banks cannot clear transfers fast enough, and GoFundMe payouts are slower still, so neither can stop the June-1 auction of the first units of my life’s research. So here is a direct, public ask. In the Gospel story, the coin in a fish’s mouth paid the temple tax for two — and my “temple tax” is a storage debt somewhat below $10,000. Who will be the FiShFus: the dozen-or-so who step in now as All-Stadia Backers, each giving about $1,600, within a hard cap (~$716,800 ceiling) that makes buying influence impossible — with half of everything given back out to others in urgent need? Held with open hands, not as a demand.
Two Sons, Two Altars
- 27 May 2026
Eid al-Adha is a Festival of Trust celebrated to commemorate why Abraham is the father of everyone who places Reality above their own dearest theory and why that is the make-or-break test in the life of a scientist. That is why I did not interfere with the live auction of my life’s research that is now held on the altar in surrender, for Yah=Allah=Reality to do with as Yah pleases.