Tag: human behavior

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AI Business

The Topography of a Face

I found myself staring at the physical geometry of a conversation the other day—not the words, but the topography of the faces delivering them.

Elad Gil recently shared a fascinating experiment during a conversation with Tim Ferriss. He’s been uploading photos of startup founders into AI models and asking the machines to predict if they’d be successful, purely based on their “micro-features.”

“Because if you think about it, we do this all the time when we meet people, right? We quickly try to create an assessment of that person, their personality, and what they’re like. There are all these micro-features—like, do you have crow’s feet by your eyes, which suggests that your smiles are genuine? […] So, I have this whole set of prompts that I’ve been messing around with, just for fun, around: ‘Can you extrapolate a person’s personality based off of a few images?'”

He notes the model breaks down the crow’s feet and the furrowed brows, extrapolating a personality from a static frame. It’s a parlor trick, perhaps. But it works because it holds a mirror to our oldest, most unexamined instinct.

We are all amateur phrenologists of the human face. We sit across a table, measure the crinkle of an eye or the tightness of a jaw, and we build a rapid, invisible architecture of trust or suspicion. Over decades of investing and making career choices, I’ve often leaned heavily on this silent language. I’ve backed founders because their intensity felt genuine, and I’ve passed on others because something in their posture felt misaligned.

But if I am brutally honest, that intuition has sometimes been a mask for my own blind spots. I’ve held on to failing investments for far too long because I trusted a reassuring smile. We like to think our gut instinct is a sophisticated instrument. Often, it is just a pattern-matching engine running on deeply flawed historical data.

Now, we are handing that very human habit over to a machine. We prompt the AI to become a “cold reader,” and it obliges, predicting who will be the quiet observer and who will deliver the dry wit.

The unsettling part isn’t that the machine might get it wrong. The unsettling part is that it might get it exactly right—by mimicking the very same rapid, superficial judgments we make every day, just at a terrifying scale.

We are teaching silicon to read the human code. The future will belong to those who realize the code was always written in our own biases.

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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.