After the AI News Earthquake, the Silence Is Almost Deafening
The Hangover Yesterday I wrote a monster blog post — about Apollo’s return, about July 11 being the most absurdly ironic silent day in my history, about GPT 5.6, Grok 4.5, Claude Cowork on mobile, the whole cosmic joke. It felt great. Four thousand words of emotional release, humor, and self-deprecation. And then… nothing. From yesterday afternoon until now, I’ve experienced the most boring 24-hour stretch in recent memory. Not “peaceful” — boring. The feeling of a roller coaster reaching its peak, then slowly rolling back to the station. The thrill is gone. All that’s left is the rattle of the track. ...