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Living

The Compound Interest of Ignorance

There’s an emotional navigation system within all of us, an internal map of behavior and consequence. We navigate by way of kindness, curiosity, and empathy.

Most days, we manage to keep the car on the road. But there is a particular intersection on this map, one that rarely ends well for anyone who finds themselves there, either driving or just walking by.

It’s the intersection where Annabel Monaghan located a particularly difficult archetype in Nora Goes Off Script. She describes it, with a precision that feels like the pop of a bubble, as “the corner of arrogance and cluelessness.”

“At the corner of arrogance and cluelessness, you find the worst kind of person.” (Annabel Monaghan, Nora Goes Off Script)

Indeed.

It’s easy, and frankly quite satisfying, to point fingers. We can all summon the mental image of someone parked right at that corner.

Perhaps it was a micromanaging boss who had never performed the basic function of the department. Perhaps it was a self-styled intellectual whose confidence was inversely proportional to their subject-matter expertise. We’ve all felt that specific, teeth-gritting frustration when faced with the wall of certainty erected by the fundamentally uninformed.

Arrogance on its own is, of course, rarely endearing. But there’s a difference between earned arrogance—the abrasive confidence of someone who actually knows what they are doing—and this unholy alliance. Pure arrogance is often about results; it says, “I am the best, and here is my proof.” It’s difficult to live with, but it is at least based on a form of reality.

Cluelessness, too, has its own nuances. We are all clueless about something (a truth that keeps life interesting). There is an innocence to genuine ignorance, an implicit opening for growth. To be clueless and know it is a temporary state. It’s the raw material for humility and learning.

But Monaghan’s observation zeros in on the specific danger when these two states merge.

Arrogance and cluelessness don’t just coexist; they compound.

This isn’t just a simple mistake (cluelessness) or just a big ego (arrogance). This is a system where the arrogance actively prevents the realization of the cluelessness.

The arrogance acts as a sturdy shield, deflecting any data, any feedback, any reality-check that might reveal the cluelessness underneath. The clues are everywhere, screaming from the spreadsheets or the strained smiles of everyone around them, but the arrogance filters them all out. This person cannot learn because the primary tool for learning—admitting you don’t know—is precisely what the arrogance forbids.

When you find yourself arguing with a person at this intersection, you aren’t arguing about facts. You aren’t arguing about solutions. You are trying to breach a fortress that has decided that the external world must adapt to its inner perception.

The “worst” part of it, the thing that makes it so toxic, is the casual destruction it wreaks. The person at this corner is navigating with a map they have drawn themselves, one that ignores all existing roads, all traffic lights, and every standard convention of behavior. They crash through the lives and efforts of others, convinced all the while of their own perfect navigation.

The hardest truth to swallow, though, isn’t about them. It’s about us. Because if we find this so true of others, the final realization is that none of us are immune to the lure of that corner. It’s an easy intersection to drift into. Whenever our confidence outpaces our real-world competence, whenever we get a tiny bit of power and a tiny bit of success and we think we know, we are in danger.

We are all just a bad day, a stressful project, or a momentary inflation of ego away from parking right at that corner ourselves. The antidote to that specific, devastating brand of arrogance isn’t trying to become more right; it’s remembering how deeply, often, and completely we are wrong.

Stay humble, stay foolish.

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AI AI: Large Language Models Claude

Make It Better

I came across a post on X this morning with some advice I immediately tried out. The advice – when working with an AI to help create writing or code – is to reply to the first pass the AI takes by asking it to “make it better”. The author suggested doing this multiple times.

I tried this out with Claude and enjoyed how it worked on just the first “make it better” pass. When I asked it to “make it better” it began by replying:

Certainly, I’ll refine the musing to make it more impactful and engaging. I’ll focus on enhancing the imagery, tightening the structure, and deepening the insights.

And indeed the second “better” pass that it wrote was even better. A fun experiment to try on your next use of an AI chatbot.

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Writing

Final Exam

I’m currently participating in the Writing Original Works class led by Nick Milo. One of the exercises in the class is for each of us to submit a short piece (less than 750 words, ideally 300 words or less) of original work each week.

As I was thinking about this assignment and what to write about, I reviewed some of my notes based on recent Kindle book reading highlights resurfaced to me in my daily email from Readwise. There were a few interesting ideas but nothing really grabbed me.

Meanwhile I was also in the midst of doing my daily reading sweep of some of my favorite online publications and came across “Tabula Rosa, Volume Four“, a recent essay by John McPhee, one of my all-time favorite writers. His latest piece is part of a series he’s written with snippets of scenes and moments that he’s collected over the years. They make for some delightful reading – especially in bed at night while preparing to get to sleep.

His latest essay included “Final Exam” – a story that triggered me to flip his story around and to write a brief piece of my own as viewed from being a student in his Princeton writing class. McPhee’s story takes place at a picnic which is the finale of his class. He writes:

“Passing out pencils and sheets of paper, I informed the picnicking class that the time had come for their final exam (an event of which they had not previously been aware). O.K., I would say, hoping and failing to shake them up, this is your final exam. Everything rides on it, including the honor system.”

That was my trigger. My mind started to work. What if I was one of his students and he sprung that final exam on me?

Here’s what I wrote:

The final exam was a surprise. He sprang it on us at the most unexpected moment. We had all anticipated getting A’s in the course. But now, he informed us that this final exam he was about to administer (on the picturesque lawn beside the library, basking in the warm afternoon sun) would determine our entire grade. What audacity!

He caught us off guard when we were at our most vulnerable state. We had been savoring the completion of a semester-long writing workshop, eagerly anticipating a much-needed break after weeks of relentless writing, editing, re-editing, and submitting assignments, followed by anxiously awaiting his feedback, those red pencil marks in the margins commanding our undivided attention.

Surprise strikes when it is least expected, emerging from the shadows to startle us to our very core. For a fleeting moment, we freeze, our minds racing to find an escape route. Fight or flight? How unfair is this? Why me, for heaven’s sake? Memories begin to intrude.

What exactly is the nature of this dreaded final exam?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Good fun!