Running With Scissors

It’s been a minute since I shared a podcast. Primarily, it’s because I haven’t watched many lately. Kathy and I had what I dubbed our “Round, round, get around, we get around” Beach Boys summer. Summer 2026 was our first without a dog in twenty-four years. So, instead of diving into intellectual spaces, we decided to enjoy the summer like proper citizens of the Northeastern United States and dive into the waves at the Jersey Shore. But now it’s mid-October, a time when all good boys must shake off the attitude of a carefree summer.

I recently hunkered down with Steven Bartlett’s podcast. His guest was Eric Weinstein. Among an array of subjects they touched on were the geopolitical dangers of Artificial Intelligence. I’ve long believed that AI is the 21st-century iteration of the nuclear arms race. The race may not include thermonuclear consequences, but it does carry an ultimate irony: While Sam Altman and Dario Amodei believe victory is essential, given the other participants in the game, victory, irrespective of who claims it, will steer humanity over a cliff. I mean, who needs nuclear weapons when we can peacefully drive ourselves into extinction?

In one segment, Eric compares the human body to an automobile. A car has an exhaust system; it takes in fuel, uses what it needs, and eliminates the rest. It also has a regulated temperature, a skeleton, muscles, and a skin that comes in a variety of colors. The one thing it doesn’t have is what no other invention has: a reproductive system. But now we have AI, the only invention able to reproduce itself. Moreover, we’ve arrived at a seminal moment: We have about five more minutes until we’re no longer smarter than AI. The clock is running.

In another segment, Eric said something that gave me pause. Up until the 1970s, the dollar was backed by gold. Then America jumped the rails and decided that the dollar should stand squarely on the shoulders of the world’s lifeblood: Oil. With the dollar backed by oil, it is essentially supported by violence, or a nation’s propensity to use violence as a tool. How fitting for a species unable to shake its impulse to run with scissors.

The podcast link is below. Whether you’re an AI apostate or champion, I would love to hear your thoughts.

4 responses to “Running With Scissors”

  1. I just logged in. Listening now…

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  2. Eric makes some fantastic points. I had a tough time with his pompous attitude but I can’t decide if I feel this way because he is pompous or if he is just coming off this way. He admittedly comes off as if he has a chip on his shoulder but that comes from his 42 years of expert research. This was an amazing conversation about AI. While I was listening I was also researching Dario. I clearly have a lot to learn – or do I want to? I love learning new things but I’m also content in my little blonde and caffeinated world.

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    1. It’s fair to say that Eric isn’t always short on pomposity. I’ve followed him long enough to know it comes from a place of frustration. He was the first public intellectual to point out that our institutions are failing us, and that Harvard surrendering to inclusivity instead of remaining exclusive jeopardizes American exceptionalism. I don’t think he’s wrong. He also butts heads with Harvard, his alma mater, for abandoning physics and particle theory for string theory. So, he’s a man on an island with an axe to grind and his cause is the greater good. History has a funny way of proving people like him right. Anyway, I’m glad you gave it a listen. Other podcasters I think are worth listening to are Konstantin Kisin and Chris Williamson.

      I got the Brewers winning in six. ⚾

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      1. I will listen! I’ve doubled down on podcasts since the accident and I’m learning so much! I’m going to be doing a few podcasts with my sister soon. I’ll send you the info when it’s out.

        Brewers in six! Ok ok. I too am picking the Brewers. I just can’t root for Tampa. I love to be in Tampa but now I just can’t root for them, too bad – so sad.

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