Do Cephalopods Dream of Electric Sheep?

“ If we can make contact with cephalopods (Octopus/Cuttlefish in this instance) as sentient beings, it is not because of a shared history, not because of kinship, but because evolution built minds twice over. This is probably the closest we will come to meeting an intelligent alien.” 

 I like aliens. I love the Fermi Paradox, I love a good UFO siting, I follow SETI, and I think Contact is one of the best movies ever made (Sidebar: Contact has aged exceptionally well. It tries to portray our world a it would actually react to something like an alien landing and IMO does a fantastic job. Go watch this movie). More than anything though, I love how aliens provide super mind-melting thought experiments for philosophers. In particular, I think aliens tend to lend themselves well to thought experiments about Philosophy of Mind and Philosophy of Language. 

The best example I can think to demonstrate this is the book/movie, Arrival and how they portray the visitors. The aliens in Arrival have their own written language system, and they have a super cool method through which they express that language to each other, but that is all relatively standard in the sci-fi universe. For me, the thing Arrival does so incredibly well is how it portrays the aliens conception of the world. For them, instead of perceiving on a linear timeline, time is flat. Any moment is can be  understood and communicated  in terms of the past, present, and future simultaneously. I love this concept and could go on for a bit, but for the purposes of this post that will suffice. 

Note to self: Watch Arrival again. 

Besides encouraging you all to see/read Arrival, I think this example does a great job showing one of the most fascinating parts of philosophy; The Problem Of Other Minds. This is basically the idea that at any given time we have absolutely no clue how anyone else is experiencing the world. You may know someone better than anyone else, but you can never directly understand their existence. The classic being the color red. If you lived your whole life in a world without the color, I could explain all the properties of red, but until you actually saw it, you would never truly “grok” it (to grok is basically to understand fully and comes from another god tier sci-fi book called, Stranger in a Strange Land, also add to your lists). Same thing goes for grokking other people. Same thing goes 10x for aliens, you have no idea if they even exist on a linear timeline (Arrival), are capable of independent thought, have a concept of other beings etc.. We have no clue how they might perceive the world because they evolved (probably) in a completely different way from ourselves. 

send me philosophy jokes.. dad humor to the max.

Ok,  now back to the octopus. 

The quote at the top of the post is the hype quote in a bunch of previews/reviews for a book called, “Other Minds: The Octopus, the Sea, and the Deep Origins of Consciousness,” written by philosopher Peter Godfrey-Smith. Besides having an excellent cover, I am a pretty big fan anything that sits at the intersection of philosophy and cool under-water shchtuff so I was pretty jazzed to read this one. While the book ends up focused less on philosophy and more on cephalopods and the evolution of intelligence, it is muy muy interesante. 

The idea is basically that we used to think of our mammal and bird friends as being the intelligent ones, while mollusks were more at the insect tier. We now know that this is not true, that  cephalopods are actually extremely intelligent and complex creatures with individual personalities, self-awareness, and complex behaviors. They are consistently described as curious and are innovative problem solvers. They are playful and tend to be hard to keep in captivity thanks to their penchant for creative escape. They approach novel tasks (like breaking open a shell ) with different (and often complex) solutions, a signal many researchers use as a proxy for self-awareness. Finally, octopus, and to an even greater extent cuttlefish, have a camouflage system that is result of tens of thousands of pigmented cells and a crazy mirroring system. Think of your skin being an HDTV that is directly controlled by your nervous system. All of this is to say  that certain cephalopods are considered  exceptionally intelligent. This is great, but not unique to cephalopods in the animal kingdom.


The thing that makes these animals so interesting is that they basically developed on a completely separate evolutionary branch from all mammals and birds. Our common ancestor is thought to be a worm-like creature in the Cambrian period 600 million years ago.. For contrast our common ancestor with monkeys is thought to be about 5-7 million years ago.  This is why Godfrey-Smith thinks Octopus and co are the closest thing to aliens we  might ever interact with. If they are indeed conscious, then they are almost certainly conscious in a way that is fundamentally different than us. COOL! That is not guaranteed, for example the octopus eye is shockingly similar to ours (though thought to be colorblind which is wild given the HDTV skin), so independent evolutionary processes can end up producing similar features (even underwater),  but from my (admittedly basic) understanding of cephalopods, their minds are very much unique. Based on a whole host of environmental factors which you can read about in the book if you want, octopi  developed insanely complex nervous systems. They have about 500 million neurons, or about 30 thousands times as many as the mollusk, and about as many as some monkeys. Still less than our 80+ billion neurons, but significant. Even crazier, some neurons are partly concentrated in a “brain” like area, but the rest are spread all through the body. So when a curious octopus friend touches you with his tentacle, he is actually tasting and feeling you in a strangely intimate way. If an octopus loses a tentacle, that tentacle still has the ability to independently react to external stimuli. 

So this all leads to the grand question of consciousness. In philosophy world this question usually gets broke up into two parts:

A. The Consciousness Question: Are other minds (in this case animals and specifically cephalopods) conscious?

 B. The Phenomenological Question: Can we actually understand that experience?

Question A is tough because humanity has not even agreed upon a universal framework for understanding our own consciousness, so trying to define that clearly and then apply it to others is nearly impossible.  In humans the understanding is that we first developed an internal coordination system to coordinate actions between our own organs. Over the course of million years, this internal coordination system evolved to include some sense of cause and effect. This ability to understand cause and effect out of subjective experience is what would eventually build the foundation for our consciousness. Interesting side bar, it is assumed that a big jump for us was the development of complex language. Our own internal monologue is generally funneled through language, so we understand consciousness and language to be closely linked (philosophy of language is super fun and worth reading about).  That said, one proxy we typically use for consciousness in others is whether an organism is aware of actions they are engaging in, and the purpose of said actions. Many of the consciousness tests run on animals are testing for this. While I am not familiar enough with the research to say conclusively where cephalopods land on these tests, Peter Godfrey-Smith’s preponderance of evidence seems to imply that the answer to question A is yes so I am going to default to him on this one. 

Question B is a lot tougher, and a lot more interesting. In some ways, question A might be irrelevant. Their completely separate evolution path might mean that the subjective experience of an octopus is so fundamentally foreign (a la Arrival) from our own that trying to ascribe our own understanding of consciousness is not even worthwhile. Question B becomes even more relevant in that situation. Essentially we are saying that even if our definitions of consciousness don’t apply, we still want to understand the conscious experience of an octopus. This is where the language question becomes relevant. Humans rely on language to interface with our own consciousness, and we have no indication that cephalopods have language as we conceive of it. They can signal with their body positioning and possibly their skin coloring, but so far we only know they interact with physical actions like jabbing or playing. None of this is indicative of an internal monologue. Second, as far as we know, the individual tentacles, while generally being part of a central coordinated system, still have some autonomy. Can we conceive of a semi-autonomous limb? I personally have a tough time imagining my food acting independently, but obviously plenty of actions (like breathing) happen subconsciously so who knows. 

I could go on for a while. I really like this stuff. However, it is pretty clear that we end with more questions than answers, so Ill end with one of my favorite quotes ever ever from Virginia Woolf, “Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern… the whole world is a work of art… there is no Shakespeare… no Beethoven… no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.” 

Rough translation being the idea that all of the most beautiful/powerful aspects of the human experience are just sensations that are fed into our consciousness. Pretty cool stuff. 

Postscript: Another cool thread in this book is about how some chimps have only four sounds and yet they are able to have and understand immensely complex and rich social relations. On the flip side, cuttlefish could feasibly  communicate in ways more rich than most humans, yet live exceptionally anti-social lives. Weird.. Oh and also most (not all) octopi live only a few years and die after a single reproductive cycle despite their “expensive” nervous systems. Contrasting this with a tree is headache inducing.  Aging is crazy and might end up being a whole new post down the road. 

Glorious octopus escape.
I find this video 50%  hilarious 50% terrifying and 50% amazing

26 years later

In all of the ways, 25 is a strange year to reflect on. A dizzying roller-coaster of some of the most wonderful, most challenging, most liberating, most stimulating, most emotionally taxing, and most beautiful times of my life. More than any other period in the trivial amount of time that is my own existence, the person sitting in his new apartment in Tel Aviv wondering if any of his new friends would attend his birthday party (they did!), is a far different person than the one sitting in San Francisco today. At this point I was planning on listing all the moments/events in the last year that caused this change, but got overwhelmed while writing and scrapped the idea. At present moment, my mind is oscillating somewhere between the middle of a dust-storm and the first second of sleep paralysis, so I honestly haven’t grappled with what that shift means in a more forward-looking existential sense, but instead  have some thoughts on the past year in isolation: 

The feeling I can express without hesitation about the tumultuous last 365 days is an immense and overwhelming sense of gratitude for everyone who has played a part of it.

To Ben, Ollie, Guy, Sivan, Laura, Hannah, Barr, Eli, Nico, Mor, Jess, Daniel, Alina, Gilat, Gal, Jon,  Roee, Sunshine, Merav, Anat, Elhanan, Shallin, Sami the whole Mint team, and so so so many others in Israel: 

Thank you for teaching me so much of what it means to hold on to the present moment for dear life. Thank you for making a smollanaim, nomad,  part of your family in every sense of the word since before I even arrived. Thank you for forcing me to drop my armor and showing me the power of absolute vulnerability. Thank you for teaching me how to maintain one’s mind, body, and soul with more than just words and promises. Thank you for letting me be reborn in the dessert, for letting me do the most meaningful and exciting work of my life on Mint, for having me over to watch your kids because you knew I missed my own family. Thank you for demonstrating that sometimes the vibe is most important part of the night and for coming to the tattoo studio with me. Thank you for your endless calls and help with the Israeli medical system when the Bells Palsy came. Thank you for the helping me in the weeks and months afterward with smoothies, for visits to my dark apartment, for not making me feel like an alien when my face took longer than we thought. Most importantly thanks to you all (and the London and Denmark crews), for accepting that friendship goes so far beyond the time we spent in the same place together. That transience is not a reason to avoid intimacy. Thanks for accepting that I am a terrible communicator but am still thinking of you all constantly and will keep bothering you for many years to come. So much more to say, but ill cap it there. 

To Timmy, Audrey, Julian, Nick, Dodds, Colby, Charlie, Zane, Maya, Katie, Choy, Kate, Lauren, Russell, Lauren, Hanna, Yoshi, Maya, Ian, Sam, Ben, Eliana, Tasia, Sooch, Jamie, Jill, Cece,  all the Claremonters, and (almost) everyone who has been at the Walt:

Thank you for being with me (aka my resurrection stone) while I have been far away trying to figure it all out the last two years. Thank you for accepting that this was something I need(ed) to do and not making me feel like a stranger when I returned. Thank you for  indulging late night/tipsy, facetime calls to learn about people, places, and things that you couldn’t possibly care less about. Thank you for letting me crash on your couches for way longer than social guidelines dictate during visits and visa problems. Thank you for seeking out the hard conversations because you knew I needed them. Thank you for always being willing to dance our problems away in various deserts in the moments I did see you. Thank you for making home irresistible even after I left in a hurry. Thank you for making our new home so warm and cozy and for letting me feel like a tourist in my home state. Thank you for showing me that I can be happy in SF. Thank you for being weird and hilarious (Hump Fest!) and beautiful and reminding me that I don’t have to wear black all the time. Again… so much more so little time. 

To the family and extended family (includes dogs):

I have a lot to say but will do so privately. I love you all more than you know. 

Thanks everyone. 25 has been a hell of a ride and I love you all for dragging me through.


I’m coach Steve!

P.S. While we all complain about having to wear masks in SF, 58 people are confirmed dead with hundreds more missing and over 9000 houses destroyed, 300,000 people have been displaced.. This all with only 35% containment.  If possible, try and donate what you can to both the firefighting efforts and relief for those impacted.  I recommend the North Valley Foundation Camp Fire Relief FundThis fund will provide financial resources to organizations and agencies responding to those affected by the fires in Northern California. 1% of each donation will support the administration and distribution of the fund by NVCF. 

Various groups are also looking for volunteers and supplies. Here is the best summary I could find :

Goodbye Israel

It has been a minute. As usual a lot has gone down and I apologize for my lack of proper care and maintenance.

Random highlight real of the last 4 months or so:

-Got Bells Palsy: Whole thing.. Really strange and is only just now starting to go away. Got a good sense for the Israeli healthcare system, who my best friends were, shock acupuncture, and eventually coming to terms with facing the world with half a face. Not the worst thing in the world but certainly a big adjustment and a scary time.

Ouch Ouch Ouch


-Last months in Tel Aviv. Full of infinite amazing adventures and good people and good trips and nostalgia


-@KiraWeiss was in town for her internship. This was most excellent. Also the brother visited

Bonus Bells Smile!

-World Cup in Tel Aviv. Paradise. 

-Moved to San Francisco: Wonderful home, wonderful neighborhood, old friends, new friends (I think I go to Tufts now)

-Quit job

-Outside Lands

-Funemployed time including weekday LA and  Harry Potter World visit <3<3<3


-Finding a new job! TBD

Regardless I am missing Tel Aviv and everyone there dearly and it is not easy to adjust back. Such a different world and so much rapid growth and change while things here are comforting and familiar. Not bad.. just occasionally tough to relate or express. It’s like trying to explain a film to someone who has only known books. You can do it, but you really can’t DO it (not a Nike reference although good for them..) Anyways, I have been trying to summarize different places I have spent time in some sort of literary form and tried to capture the essence of Tel Aviv below(don’t judge this is a new medium for me 🙂 :


Tel Aviv

Tel Aviv is: Graffiti, hertzy Goldstar and cigarette smoke
Plans that happen after they happen
Everything with Tahina and knowing you are going broke

Endless Shabbat dinner, laughter
Warmth like a blanket, maybe that’s the wine
Drums of war temporarily dimmer, after
Talks, of space, love, duty and the nature of time

It’s divine inspired smoothies
A living room on the beach
Silly jokes about serious places
And a chaser Arak for each

Funk clubs that blur until sunrise
Stretched evenings in Yaffo, it’s Monday
Lima beans and sweet potato, the Eyal Shani way
“Ill be back, soon.” Words not lies.




MIDBURN ‘Israeli Burning Man’

24 Hours at Midburn

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Wake up to the thumping of some never-ending psy-trance set nearby that no pair of earplugs can escape. Dodge unfamiliar bodies that have decided to co-occupy your camp’s air conditioned yurt for the night. One of the advantages of living with Kibbutz kids; they can casually build a yurt(along with the rest of your camp).

Emerge into the day and try and figure out what time it is. Dust coats every inch of your body turning your sweat into little streams of mud running down your back. Try and change into clean clothes but resistance is futile. The dust will always win; better to embrace it and accept that a dust banana is the breakfast you deserve.

Despite the sweltering heat rendering you nearly immobile, you emerge from your tiny campsite at 1:00 on the  Midburn geographic clock.
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Your outfit is function first and fashion heavy. Priority one is always survival and to that end you rely on your face mask, and goggles or glasses. Still, the surrealist couture is fundamental and radical self-expression is the name of the game.


A man passes wearing a 20 ft set of wings that flutter up and down as he walks. A girl follows in only body paint and a faintly pulsing pair of light-up rabbit ears.

Even though it is day 3, you still have trouble internalizing the effort that the bigger camps have gone through to build their temporary homes and the never-ending supply of accompanying art. A two story building full of hammocks with a slide from the top.


A full bar and cafe complete with billiards and old arcade games.


You wander into the first camp that has an untz untz untz vibe that intrigues you. ‘Malla-beats’ (named after popular Israeli dessert Malabi), and are greeted by a cleopatra-esque dancer with a mist fan which brings your first feeling of life for the day. Dance mindlessly to a weirdly funky trance beat that only Israel can make cool in 2018. Stroll to bar and present your cup for a shot of Arak. No money is to be exchanged; instead you give a lollipop in thanks. Later a host offers you a slice of watermelon, lunch for the day, food has no meaning past baseline survival here.

Continue to wander. The only time you know for sure is that it is still pre-sunset. You find yourself in a room full of giant teddy bears and lay down to relax. You are tired and having finally understood the concept of radical inclusion feel no misgivings about sleeping here for the next three hours.


Wake up to a phone call and agree to meet a friend at Camp Bereshit for a drink and further dancing. This camp is themed after the first book of Genesis and every day is dedicated to a different aspect of creation.

The late afternoon dust storm is picking up. You stagger back to your camp to hydrate and try and escape the attack. The camp is all there lounging about, some just waking up, some heading to sleep. You relax.

As the sun starts to set the people begin to emerge out of the woodwork on the playa (center area of the clock) like post-hibernation animals. As the desert cools off , the dust starts to look and feel beautiful.


The heaviness of the day starts to fade and you head to the pirate shit for the sunset set. The jubiliation in the air is infectious and even the most stoic Israelis are laughing and grooving as darkness starts to take over. This is the magic that is like nothing you have ever seen before.

Psy-Trance never stopped but takes on a new intensity now as the big stages start to open up.

Your ever-talented campmates have procured and oven and begin cooking pizza after pizza and calling everyone around to come join. A carnival mood sets in as everyone starts to really dress for the night. Survival no longer as pressing, the weird starts to set in. Some mix of rave, steampunk, cyberpunk and just plain weird dominates the look.

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As you look out on the playa a dizzying array of neon lights and art hits you from every direction. You see fellow burners covered in lights moving from installation to installation like little neon ants in the distance.

Your crew fully intoxicates and heads out. First to installations: A room where you can hear the secrets that people are anonymously recording into tiny microphones outside. A piano in a cone of neon tubes that lights up with each key played. An upside bowl on a pole in the air with a flame dancing across it. Some giant flowers that can be entered and sealed from within for couples or just those that want to relax. On and on and on you have never understood sensory overload until this.

A massive wooden rabbit effigy goes up in flames to the cheering of thousands of observers. The rest of the crowd is drawn over like a swarm of  moths. As each section falls the crowd lets out a collective howl. As you wander away you find yourself looking at a group of people watching some ceremony. It’s a wedding.


You sit in a tree and watch not sure if you are meant to be there or not. Turns out you are.

Eventually the thumps become too hard to ignore and you join the throngs of dancers wandering from stage to stage. The trance music annihilates any sense of time and before you know it is light out again. You follow the migration to the ‘sunrise kingdom’ stage and continue. Eventually your body gives into the complete exhaustion you have brought upon it and you stagger back to camp. The yurt is full so you find your tent and collapse. Despite the continuous thumping, you fall asleep.


(I didn’t make this but am a big fan^)

Bonus: Cool article on trance culture here:

+ the only trance set I actually enjoy ever:


Iran and Nukes and Stuff

On the Iran deal and Israeli psychology.

On May 12th 2018, it is absolutely inexcusable for any informed person to be a supporter of the US republican party, or the current administration. The sheer magnitude of the disaster they have created is hard to fathom. To put it in perspective; at this point it is pretty fair to say that you could pick a week at random of the Trump presidency, and there will have been more screw-ups, terrible decisions, ethical lapses, and blatant deception than in all eight years of the Obama administration. I say that with not an ounce of hyperbole. If you are still drinking the kool-aid than you are either uniformed, insulated in the right wing propaganda world (Fox News and Facebook), or you have some financial interest (deregulation), keeping you on the sinking ship. While I could write an encyclopedia on this particular topic, the only point I am trying to make here is that I have only contempt for the current US right-wing.

Conversely, one thing I have said to right-wing people in Israel (basically people outside Tel Aviv) is that while I fundamentally disagree with most of what you believe, I can definitely sympathize with your position. The history of the Jewish people and the history of Israel mean that you trust no-one, and will do whatever it takes to ensure your own survival. I get this and I understand why to a group of people who are surrounded by mortal enemies, a right wing narrative is comforting. I don’t even really fault people for electing a tough-talking fear-mongerer like Bibi whose flaws are forgotten in the heat of constant conflict. To be clear again, I still find the views and actions of the Israeli right-wing and government morally abhorrent and absolutely contrary to the common good, but I don’t hold the average Israeli in contempt for holding them.

That said, the recent events surrounding the Iran nuclear deal have illuminated part of why I find this country so damn frustrating. In my humble opinion, the US leaving the Iran nuclear deal is one of the worst single decisions we have made since I became conscious. Most of the world agrees with this this sentiment, with only the US alt-right and the state of Israel disagreeing. In my office, I have educated, sharp folks supporting Trump in this insane decision. Bibi has been against the agreement since the beginning, and thanks to the close and controlled relationship between Israeli government and media, the average person here has a negative impression of the deal. So in trying to understand what to me was an absurd point of view, I asked a bunch of co-workers why they were happy about Trump’s views. What follows is my summary of the main points Israelis are making, and why they make no sense:
(sources all at the bottom)

“It’s a bad deal”

This seems to be the Trump admin line of attack and is by far the most infuriating. The idea is that the deal does not achieve peace. Iran still can and is sponsoring terrorism in the region, testing and deploying ICBMs (which would carry a nuclear weapon if it existed), threatening Israel, and will still be able to get nukes in ten years when the deal expires. To the credit of those who espouse this view, it is basically true on all accounts. The problem is that it is not a proper criticism of the deal itself. It is incorrect to compare the deal we got with the best deal for the west and Israel. It is correct to compare the deal to the status quo before 2015 and in this the answer is clear. A world where Iran is blocked until 2026 from developing nuclear weapons is a better world for everyone. A world where international inspectors can get access to any suspected site in Iran is a good one. A world where we don’t have nuclear proliferation in the Middle East because Iran has a nuke is better for everyone.

Before this deal which took years to agree to, there was no deal at all. This idea that Trump and Bibi are now going to get some better deal now is a joke. Plus, even if Bibi and Trump woke up in the morning with legit ambitions for peace (unlikely), you have just completely squashed any moral authority the US has in the world to make agreements. We are now irreversibly going to be assumed to be negotiating in bad faith. The world has absolutely no reason to let the US take a leadership role and that is very bad for our national security. In every negotiation going forward, including the upcoming talks with North Korea, China, Russia, and the EU will play the critical leadership roles.

“Iran is not complying with the deal.”

This is the most easily disproven point. The International Atomic Energy Agency have filed continuous quarterly reports which all show Iran to be in compliance with the terms of the agreement. Furthermore, all members of the agreement (US, China, Russia, France, Germany, and the UK), all agree with this assessment. Just to reiterate, Trump’s own state department has certified compliance on all sides. Trump’s defense secretary James Mattis said “I’ve read it now three times … and I will say that it is written almost with an assumption that Iran would try to cheat. So the verification, what is in there, is actually pretty robust as far as our intrusive ability” This means we are giving up the unprecedented ability to inspect and monitor every single Iran nuclear site and get access to other sites if we believe Iran to be cheating on the arrangement. Even Mossad agrees with this assessment.

“…but Bibi told us it we stole new information which shows they are cheating!”

The context here is that a few days before Trump was to make his decision, Bibi went on national television and gave a powerpoint presentation of 55,000 documents that he claims were stolen from Iran’s Atomic Energy vaults a few weeks ago and prove conclusively that Iran lied. Except that was all basically baloney. The documents are mainly from 1999-2003 and show information that was already known by all nations involved. No smoking gun is presented nor ay conclusive reason to pull out of the deal.

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Ignoring the shame of a world leader basically lying to his people in order to get a malleable American president to follow his agenda, the interesting question for me is why Israeli’s are not seeing through this like the rest of the world. The Israeli media was significantly less critical of this farce than the rest of the world, and from my (limited) conversations, the Israeli people seem to have bought it to some degree. They make this point and the other points above and when pushed on the illogical stance they have taken just devolve into whatabouttisms and strawmans. This was one particular example, but this is a toxic issue that seems to have hit every aspect of Israeli politics.

The summary of all of this is basically that Israel has me worried about the state of the world. The blatant disregard for the truth no matter how absurd the local narrative is, and the willingness to believe only Israeli media and sources extends to all types of people. When educated folks are making decisions from the gut, we should all be worried.

That’s all… Sorry not a fun post but sometimes I just need to vent.


April. Blog people know that this means all productivity goes out the window. Kyle’s brain goes into Coachella mode and everything else is just noise.


This year has been a strange one. I was 90% certain I was not attending, was fine with that because I HATED the lineup. GoldenVoice went all mumble rap Spotify stream numbers on us at the expense of the cool indie/weird music that made Coachella the best festival in the US.


1. Well I am going now,  so that changes things a bit… (Tel Aviv -> Polo Grounds)
2. While I still think this lineup is weaker than previous years, the deep-dive has turned up some world class gems and I am back to 100% hype mode. While Sunday is the worst day in Coachella history, Friday is solid, and Saturday is so stacked you could repeat three times in a row and still miss acts you want to see.



2018 Coachella Hype List:

Surreal Mega Show: BEYONCE
Alright we knew this was coming. I’m a casual Beyonce fan at best but even I know this is a treat. Queen Bey simply does not do her thing for us common folk and after having to cancel last year she is going to bring the good shit. Don’t miss for spectacle alone.
Dance Your Face Off: Tie between CHIC FT NILE RODGERS and JAMIROQUAI
Chic is basically every funky Bar Mitzvah song you and grandma both got down to on the dancefloor. You will know every song and it will be a glorious 100k person boogie. DO NOT MISS.
Jamiroquai is the British funk group that was cool before I was born. They almost never play in the US and it’s a massive get for Coachella. Rare card.


Tash is one of those people that just radiates talent. She is insanely gifted (plays 20+ instruments), makes cool songs, and has a seemingly spiritual relationship with her guitar. She is only 22 and after drug addiction and related psychosis she played on the streets before being discovered on youtube.


If you watch nothing else watch this:


Mind Scrambler: Tie between SOULWAX and REZZ
This is the live show Soulwax is bringing ->
 Last year Moderate was the best live show you’ve never heard of. This year it’s Soulwax. Go in blind and embrace the weird epicness.

If Porter Robinson had an evil female twin who lived in the darkest recesses of his most twisted nightmares, it would be REZZ.  Think slowed down, dark, mind melting Dubstep. Probably the one show that would motivate me to step foot inside the Sahara tent. Sidenote: New Sahara tent is a freaking beast and supposedly will have 3d screens which Rezz designed a custom show for. Take that as you will.
Epic like only Coachella can be: ODESZA 

The biggest electronic show of the weekend with good reason. This tour is insane.
Watch this and tell me it won’t be the biggest production of the whole thang: 

New Kids Taking Over the Block: Tie between TANK AND THE BANGAS, SIGRID, and PETIT BISCUIT
Tank and the Bangas: That name though. Can’t even describe what they are just now that I want it.
Sigrid: Home-girl is 21 and exploding on to the pop scene. Think Ellie Goulding or Halsey but with better production and less bullshit. She’s so normal seeming it hurts which just makes her awesomeness on stage even better. Sidenote: I am more stoked on her than the crew. We shall see if I overhype it.
Petit Biscuit: Think of baby Odesza but more Piano melodic vibe.
Avoid at all costs haters only 2018: CARDI B, DEORRO, MIGOS, LOUIS THE CHILD, KYGO, POST MALONE and 80% of all rap shows (Note: a good hip/hop show is amazing but most are constantly terrible)
Go see even without winning a prize:
JUNGLE: These guys are amazing (and killer dance party vibez)
ALT-J: Honestly one of the most consistently solid live acts out there. Never miss if possible. Will always deliver
LEON: Mostly because Surround Me is the song that I will most embarrass myself to the whole weekend.
TOM MISCH: New album dropped today. It is good. Another amazing act that might get screwed in the Saturday massacre.
THE BLAZE: Weird French duo who make videos like this:
GRETA VAN FLEET: Not a Led Zeplin cover band. Literally Robert Plant reincarnate. Deserve some respect in their own right.
ST VINCENT: Annie shreds.
EMINEM: Hello childhood.


Honorable Mentions:
First Aid Kit
The Drums
Rolling Blackout Coastal Fever
Perfume Genius
Surprise Guests AKA Jay-Z and ZHU


Alright.. Now im hyped. BRB going to watch Odesza’s whole live show.


See you in next weekend team.



An ode to Justin Vernon

“I don’t want to get myself in trouble – and I don’t think I’m super important or anything – but I think it’s so funny that when you look at the business and the way that people make decisions in their lives, whether they’re in art or music or they’re in industry, they forget that being unique is the answer.” -Justin Vernon
People who spend time around me know that I talk about music a lot. A lot in this case being way past the point of social acceptability. Case in point, my favorite wasted afternoon I have spent this year: (check out the dashboard)..
Point is, I listen to a lot of music [48 thousand minutes last year], go to a lot of shows [300+ at this point] and think/talk about it constantly. Luckily, I have friends who share this disease and we all obsess together which is great.
Through it all, I have seen exactly four shows that I would call perfect. On the spreadsheet these are the four with 10’s in front of them; Sigur Ros, Arcade Fire, Sigur Ros +LA Philharmonic, and Bon Iver. Tomorrow night I am flying to London to see Bon Iver at Eventim Apollo.
Bon I-who?
Bon Iver has snuck up on me over the years. Something like: Boring sleeper music -> background coffee shop music -> hey this re:stacks song is really good -> wow Bon Iver is pretty good -> 22 A Million is one of the coolest albums I have ever heard. -> Holy shit Bon Iver just won Coachella -> Now: I can’t even listen to anything else at this point.
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For context, at this point, Justin Vernon is a legend in music world. Bon Iver is certified massive with multiple Grammys and headlining festivals everywhere. Justin Vernon has produced some of Kanye West’s biggest tracks, has numerous successful side projects ranging from bluegrass to rock to soul music, and getting invited to play at his yearly ‘Eaux Claires Festival’ is one of the biggest honors in musician land. However, 10 years ago he was just a sad dude in the woods.
Quick History Lesson 
In 2006, Justin Vernon was in a pretty terrible place. He was kicked out of his band, he got mononucleosis (sounds bad I guess), and his love/social life was in tatters.   So, as depressed musicians are inclined to do, he drove home to his parents in Eau Claire Wisconsin, gathered some belongings, and drove to his fathers’s isolated hunting cabin in the woods up north. His three weeks away from the world turned into three months alone, recording music, hunting to eat, and reflecting on his life.
The recordings he created are basically the story of his life, coping with loss, relationship, struggles with gambling, and attempts to move forward. He generally sings in an auto-tuned falsetto style which gives everything a sort of sad/angelic feeling. It is a beautiful, soft, record that is best served with thunderstorms at a coffee shop in Brooklyn or on a long bus ride alone. Friends would convince him to independently release the recordings as an album called, ‘For Emma Forever Ago’, and Bon Iver was born. (Sidenote: For Emma’s 10th anniversary was this year and last week Justin played the whole album straight through. See a video in the footer.
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In 2011 Vernon and co released ‘Bon Iver’ by Bon Iver. To an outsider this album will still sound like coffee shop music, but compared to For Emma, this is most definitely the flushed out and heavier version of Bon Iver. Bigger, more complicated arrangements with a larger band, give an almost rock and roll feel at times. Still though Justin’s voice is the magic sauce that changes the game.  Album two was again met with universal acclaim.

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Then after alluding to the end of the band for years after album 2, Bon Iver reunited in 2016 and released what might be my favorite album of all time. ’22, A Million’ is not coffee shop music. It is weird, and experimental, and heavy, and closer to an underground experimental electronic album  than the beautiful angelic melodies of the first two albums. Everything is symbolic and chaotic and based on numbers and feels like it came from the mind of an alien. That said, by the 10th listen you start to recognize the traditional Bon Iver sound shielded by the dark experimental exterior. I have a lot of respect for artists that evolve, take risks that might alienate their fan bases, and generally do what they want. Bon Iver lives that.

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Sounds cool.. but this seems a bit excessive breh..
Fair point third person narrator.. However, it’s hard to explain how good a Bon Iver show is. Despite the coffee shop discography, Justin Vernon and company put on one of the most intense, epic, concerts I have ever seen. Take all the best parts of an earthshaking rock concert, a trippy electronic show, and the melodies and angelic voice of Justin Vernon. The result is something unexplainable and amazing where everything, even the softest songs, feel massive and meaningful.

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One of the most unreal perks of living in London was that I could go to a super high quality show almost every night if I wanted to. Israel has good artists, but it’s childs-play compared to somewhere like London or NYC. While I am a massive advocate for change and trying new things, I also fundamentally believe that if you have something you are passionate about and willing and able to invest in, you are lucky. Too many people aren’t lucky enough to have that passion.  So, given that I am lucky enough to be able to swing such a trip and see friends in London, I am pretty excited for tomorrow.
Ok you win.. send me some songs..
Notice: Good headphones required.


That is all.


Intermediate Map Making

“I would like to die on mars……….. Just not on impact”- Elon Musk 2013
Only tangentially related to this post but I liked the quote and wasn’t sure what else to do with it….
Anyways I explained last time that I am having a hard time encapsulating Tel Aviv and my experience here in words. So.. as any sane person would do, I made a map.
See map:

Apple Pencil Doing Good Work

Places worth calling out:
  • The Phi: Bar we go to constantly. The idea is if our lives are a sitcom, this is our main set. I’m completely sick of the place but find that concept hilarious and stick with it.
  • 42nd parallel: South and North are different worlds. To quote the famous Guy Baratz “I start to get nervous North of Sheinkin Street. South and North are very different vibes and some people tend to stay in their lanes. I am not one of them
  • The Beaches Thing: Tel Avivians have somehow convinced themselves that their single mile long stretch of beach is actually like 10 different beaches.. In fact “My beach” actually gets insulted constantly for being full of tourists… but somehow 20 meters further down is “chill A F”… Fascinating
  • For clarity’s sake:  “Safe Zone” is being used ironically here. Tel Avivians and their dogs are an insulated bunch.
Re: Florida.
Read about Peter Wang.   15 year-old victim who died holding the door for his classmates to escape. Complete hero.
At this point if you aren’t fighting for gun control you have blood on your hands. If you are defending the NRA you have blood on your hands. Your precious second amendment rights don’t overrule the right for kids like Peter to live. This is the real terrorist threat.
Bon Iver
Flying to London Wednesday to see one of the best artists I have ever seen.
Another Quote

“To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.” – Teddy

Mint is cool. Use Mint.


As part of my attempt to understand this strange place I have heard about since childhood, I have been reading a book on the history of Israel. One chapter dealt with the secret nuclear facility outside the city of Dimona. From 1958-1967 Israeli scientists secretly turned barren desert land into a nuclear facility that would produce a massive stockpile of nuclear weapons. This was an astonishing feat that much has been written about, but what I found most relevant was what happened after this early stage. Instead of the normal posturing that a state would do with the acquisition of nuclear weapons, Israel continued to act as if they had no nuclear power, even though the whole world was aware that they did to some degree. They refused to acknowledge the weapons, they never based military, political, or geo-political strategy on them. A nuclear state whose citizens and government all keep quiet and know not to speak too openly about.

There are plenty of good reasons for the Dimona strategy, but the inherent contradiction exemplifies the absurdity at both a micro and macro level that permeates life here. A Jewish state that contains non-jews and yet promises equal rights and legal protections to all. A people that have long been the victims of horrendous treatment as sub-human by the rest of the world that treats non-jews as lesser. A people known for enlightened thinking, and questioning everything that seem to be completely inculcated by far right media nonsense (Ex: this is the only semi-modern country on earth where a large population of citizens defends and endorses our president). A conservative religious state thats shining tower is Tel Aviv, a city of complete debauchery and the LGBTQ capital of the middle east. A thriving capitalist utopia that has its roots in a completely secular soviet-style socialist movement. The rapidly progressing research and innovation center of the world that frowns upon the use of electronics on Saturdays. I legit could go on for pages and pages on these contradictions, but I swear the goal here is not to be political. I only seek to illustrate that the contradictions are constant and unavoidable for all but the most northern of Tel Avivians.

I have now been here nearly seven months and have barely given you people anything to go off of. I think that is largely because I have trouble crafting a narrative to describe Israel, so any writing will feel inconsistent and possibly hypocritical. Everywhere else I have lived abroad seems to have a narrative thread that ties it all together, I am not sure if that exists here.

All of that said.. I figure a good place to start is with my own life and then go from there. So to be straightforward in typical Israeli fashion, my life here is dope. Tel Aviv is the ultimate bubble, and I live in the heart of it. Every meal is amazing (yes the hummus is to die for), the city and people are beautiful, the beach is fantastic, the nightlife is varied and wonderful, and the energy is indescribable.


Best of all, the people are amazing. I have never felt so welcomed, made so many strong friendships so quickly, or had so many deep conversations in such a short time in a new place. A summer-camp like attitude pervades the city thanks to the beach-town-esque atmosphere, the intimate proximity (walking distance) to friends, and the preference for spontaneity over advanced planning.


Much of the city is cool in a way that rivals even the trendiest neighborhoods in London and the leftist in me is constantly amazed at how shockingly liberal parts of this city are. Art is everywhere, music is vibey at worst, folks smoke weed openly in restaurants/bars, and nature parties are constantly going on (yes.. exactly what it sounds like). Work for Mint is fun and I finally am starting to get Product Management at the level required to make a massive impact on people’s lives. My team is brilliant and it actually feels like we can tackle massive problems better than any team I have seen or worked on. Plus, work is hilarious and good vibes and a constant stream of cultural jabbing and non-PC Israeli humor.


I could go on about what is awesome but in the spirit of transparency ill say it can also be super tough here. As fast as my hebrew has progressed (more on that in another post), it will take years before I no longer feel like an outsider, the tough political realities, the still not having a roommate, a terribly antiquated bureaucracy, missing friends and family like crazy after two years abroad, and the classic obstacles of daily life make even the best setup a challenge. In addition, the constant contradictions in life and people can be philosophically challenging and emotionally draining.

So, overall life here is pretty great and I appreciate everyone I have met and the constant support from the homeland. I am going to sleep now so I can do my job like a real human tomorrow, but stay tuned. A personal goal of mine is to get back into daily writing so you will be hearing from me whether you want to or not.

Yalla baiii



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The post that is not a post

So I wrote a post for work.. rather than double post it I figured I would just link to it here:

The post is about the transition period from being a student to running a scrum team and building new products as a product manager at a tech company. Pretty crazy transition and I feel like nearly three years later I can say a few things.

Talk soon.


Limbo in the homeland

It has been a minute! Somehow we last chatted nearly 8 months ago when I was still living in Her Majesty’s kingdom. After completing my tour of duty, I was meant for a quick two-week stint collecting myself.  However, for absolutely absurd reasons that I won’t dive into right now, the State of Israel was slow to approve my visa application to work in the Holy Land and I spent over 2 months in San Francisco.

If you read this blog occasionally, you probably know I have a complicated relationship with my home city by the bay. I will be the first to say that my first year in San Francisco was not the happiest for me. While my first year of work went better than I could have imagined, the 2-3.5 hours commuting to the Silicon Valley every day were absolutely soul- sucking. Despite being surrounded by some of closest friends and family in the world, something always seemed to be missing or broken, and I couldn’t escape the sense that I wasn’t growing as a person. It was easy to chalk this up to “real-world transition syndrome”, and this characterization is  not wholly inaccurate. Still, the net-net was an inward struggle while outwardly thriving and no guaranteed improvement on the horizon. So I left.


One cool aspect of Brexiting was how clearly and quickly it illuminated some of the outages in my former situation. Reinforcement of the idea that stark contrast is a powerful tool for finding clarity. While it was painful at times for a variety of legitimate reasons, nine months in London was one of the best situations I have ever made.

All this is to say that the time I got to spend in San Francisco upon returning this summer, brought contentment in a way I was convinced I was not meant to have there.  While crashing on friend’s couches for the first month (thanks again @Nick@Julian@Charlie@Garrett!) was certainly not easy, the overall experience and getting to spend time with the guys was great.


This was followed by a month living in a flat on Market smack dab in the middle of the Castro, Mission, Tenderloin, and Hayes Valley was amazing. Summer weather and long days in the park were wonderful. Climbing trees with Charlie was wonderful

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. OSL and BFD (music stuff) were wonderful with favorite people(s). Goon-squad fourth of July at the Mackie house in Santa Rosa was wonderful. Family time was wonderful.

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Weird Israel limbo state aside, summer was good. Eventually though, weird limbo state was resolved and it was time to climb the next mountain; life in a new country with a new project and new people, a strange culture with wild social dynamics and some of the craziest political undertows on the planet. I am not going to cover it in this post to keep things focused, but I promise it will be less than 8 months before I do. In fact ill have something by next week.





One week left: Bucket List Retrospective

Thats a wrap.
9 months in London ends next week.
While the adventure continues, I can’t believe this chapter is ending. While it may not have been sunshine and rainbows all the time, overall it has been everything I could have possibly asked for and I am genuinely sad to say goodbye. I just did the classic nostalgic move and went back and read through my pre-London post. Trying to get back in that mental place is funny, such a blank page ahead of me. In retrospect I am pretty pleased by how that story turned out.
I made a bucket list at the time and wanted to check in to see how I did. It really isn’t that important since you really can’t know what will be exciting in a new country until you get there, but fun to see if it played out or not.
1. Join a handball team: The best sport we don’t have Ok I definitely did not do this one.. Handball not as big as expected. However, I played on two different 5v5 footy (soccer in cages) teams, including Intuit F.C. So I passed this one.
2. HARRY POTTER MUSICAL: I know it’s sold out.. Ill figure it out. Don’t be negative. DID IT AND HOLY DUMBELDORE IT WAS INCREDIBLE! Really amazing show in so many ways. See previous post on this subject.
3. Become a Premiership hooligan for a random team While I never went full Hooligan, I am pretty happy to say I am now a Fulham supporter. They are currently in the second division (which makes it cooler right?), but they have a great support base, culture, and an excellent stadium. Plus, they consistently sign Americans so it makes sense. Jersey purchase imminent. 
4. Afternoon tea at a fancy hotel with reservations   Cuz monies did not go to a fancy hotel, but we definitely did fancy tea (see previous post) on our visit to Windsor.
5. Shakespeare Play at the Globe (Shakeys theatre) ok I failed outright on this one. Maybe in the next week? Lots of musicals living in the West End, but none at The Globe.
6. Morning run on the Thames  More than I can count. Honestly made me like running. Such a beautiful way to start or end a day. 
7. Harry Potter set! I did it twice! Completely blown away by how cool this is.
8. Michelin Star restaurant (I will likely have to fly somewhere else in Europe for this but I am doing it.) Did it in London! Beautiful (actually like art) meal for dad’s birthday.
9. Buy something at Harrods Food counts right 😃?
10. 3 last minute weekends in random cities Berlin, Edinburgh Copenhagen .. All planned within 3 weeks of going. Judge counts this one.
11. Notting Hill Carnival: The weekend I get there! Biggest Carnival outside Rio in the world.  Skipped it. Was sleepy. I regret nothing.
12. St. James Church Lunchtime concerts  Failed. Turns out leaving work at lunch doesn’t make much sense.
-Ireland 😦
Scotland 🙂
-Copenhagen 🙂
-West UK This weekend!
Overall.. Pretty happy about this. Combine it with the majority of great stuff I couldn’t possibly have planned in advance (3AM Duck and Waffle, countryside hiking, dodgeball tournament, The BoatRace, Windsor, Berlin, Chamonix, Paris, countless weird bars and restaurants, Hampstead Heath, etc etc etc)  and I definitely think I passed London 102.  Definitely will say more this week.. but now need to sleep.
Last week of work in Payroll:0 

What comes next….

It’s 2:15 AM on a Wednesday. Back in London. Awake from a combination of jet lag and  frantic mind I can’t turn off sometimes.
Back from another amazing Coachella. Probably the best music weekend I have ever had. Stacked lineup from morning until night. Always great to get home and see the people i care the most about, but also painful because of how fleeting the time is, and how the music festival can overshadow quality time.
So last post I promised I had some news. You might know I am on a 9 month rotation in London. That ends at the end of May. The plan was then to head back and do my final rotation in Mountain View. Then life happened and the plan changed. So.. drumroll….. Starting in late June, I will be heading to Tel Aviv, Israel for 8 months building for the Mint Team. Intuit Mint is a personal financial management application that does budgeting, shows your credit score, and pays your bills. Obviously this was an agonizing decision, so a few weeks ago I wrote down the pros and cons. Today I updated them and posted them below. I am still not sure if I made the right call, but I thought I would lay down my thinking…
Why it could be the right move:
  1. Ive been desperate to work on an product  that I actually use. I couldn’t say enough good things about my current role, but the best PMs are the ones who can empathize best with users because they are users themselves. It makes it more real, and dramatically improves decision making. I have always dreamed of working on something I love outside of work, and I get excited just thinking about it.  Builder Kyle is uber pumped.
  2. Figuring life out.  I’ve alluded to it in previous posts, but a big part of my Brexit motivation was a dissatisfaction with how things were going in SF. Something always felt off and I have spent a fair amount of time here trying to unpack that and figure out what was wrong. Some of it became clear immediately upon my move, while most has taken me time to really figure out. Trust me when I say my notes file is full of jumbled and often contradictory thoughts/beliefs/decisions that I have been sorting through. In this time most of what has been troubling me has become crystal clear, but I still am not quite there. With answers often comes more questions, but I can tell I am getting close to a place of understanding. I can’t know for sure, but I think Tel Aviv will be exactly what I need to get there.
  3. It’s just an unreal opportunity. I know that life doesn’t give everyone these sorts of chances, and I am grateful to be in a place in life where I can take this chance. One of the guiding principles for my decision making until I am thirty is to go where I can learn the most. This checks that box times a million.
  4. Israel itself. While I have visited once on birthright, I am thrilled by the idea of trying to figure out the  most complex region on the planet and understand all the history and perspectives that have made this land such a global flashpoint in human history. Plus, I think i will gain a much better understanding and appreciation of my own Jewish heritage by exploring the holy land of the Jewish people.
  5. The Middle East. FUNDaFIELD is looking seriously at what small work we can do to help children impacted by the inconceivably devastating Syrian crisis. Being close to the impacted areas will unquestionably help push this work ahead.
  6. Other stuff
Why it could be the wrong move:
  1. People.. If you read all of those pros above, they basically all revolve around Kyle Weiss. One of the things that has become obvious to me recently (see point 2 above), is that I haven’t really thought about everyone else when making these decisions. In the confusing time that is life immediately after Camp Claremont, it becomes easy to focus on just figuring your own shit out, but that can be dangerous. Tel Aviv means I can’t be  there for friends and family if they need, missing birthdays, and all the big and small moments that give things meaning. Having already been gone for a while, this is hard. Really hard. While some relationships are obviously resilient, some rely on proximity and shared experience, and I hate that I am putting those at risk. This is something I am working on in life overall, and is definitely the biggest reason I still have doubts about this.
  2. Really different. London is the perfect city for me. It’s a music haven. I get to interact with so many different types of people from so many different places. I can relate to new friends enough to have common ground, but it still feels new and exciting. Art is everywhere. People have nailed work-life balance. The time change isn’t THAT bad, and there is always more to see. While Tel Aviv has some of this, it is definitely a significant degree more foreign. Intense culture forged in a land surround by hostility, a completely different language that I know almost none of, differently values, different entertainment and priorities etc.. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I am.
  3. Leaving London. See above but I really love London. I have made some great friends here and leaving them is going to be painful. It has taken time to build up a life here, and now that things feel normal, the idea of walking right back into another life where I don’t know anyone and live alone is tough.
There is a lot more to it, but thats where I ended up as I thought about the decision. In the end I decided to go for it, while being acutely aware of the cons and prioritizing working extra hard to minimize the negative impacts. I am scared, no doubt,  but I comfort myself with the thought that I will be able to visit, have visitors, and be back in the homeland in early next year. Seems manageable. Stay tuned. I suspect I will be writing a lot in the next few months.
con muchisimo amor
Kyle David Weiss.
P.S. Check out Mint in the App store. It is free! I will be working on helping users with their bills, but any thoughts on the app overall are incredibly helpful for us.