I Started Another Newsletter. I Know.

For the LYD readers who wanted more AI dread and fewer family members.

You’ve seen me do the AI bit.

The imaginary LLM conference where they all sat around judging my life choices. The O Cinema voice agent I built with ElevenLabs, Twilio, and an amount of caffeine that should concern everyone. The occasional post where I use ChatGPT to do something slightly unhinged and then write about what happened.

It’s been a bit. A recurring bit, but a bit.

Here’s the thing, though: it stopped being a bit a while ago, and I didn’t have a good place to put the serious version.

LYD is where I process my life — Mom, freelancing, the general chaos of being a person in his late forties who still hasn’t figured out what he wants to be when he grows up. You’re here for that, and I love you for it. But when I want to write about AI and concepts like reinvention and what it actually feels like to be technically literate yet somehow still behind — that piece never quite fits here. It was always a little too earnest. A little too “okay but what does this mean for my career” in a newsletter that is mostly about what it means for my general sanity.

So I started a second one.

It’s called Late to the Future. It’s for people who are smart enough to know exactly how behind they are — experienced, capable, quietly terrified, nodding in meetings for eighteen months. Maybe not beginners, but not experts either. Just people catching up in public, which is uncomfortable and also, I’d argue, the only honest way to do it.

Same voice. Fewer family members. More AI existential dread.

The first issue will go out soon. If any of this sounds like your specific flavor of anxiety, you can subscribe here:

No pressure. You’re already here, which honestly is enough.