The Day AI Made Sense

Starting with my Email

I spent Thanksgiving doing “family time,” but really I was deep-diving into AI until my brain felt like a fried circuit. It wasn’t intentional.

One minute I was curious, the next minute I was debugging my own psychology.
This is what obsession looks like when you’re over thirty.

So I decided to start small.
Not “build-my-own-GPT” small. Email.
My inbox was a disaster, so I connected it to ChatGPT and let it organize everything like some kind of digital housekeeper that doesn’t judge me for the 14,200 unread messages.

And here’s what shocked me.
AI showed me how different people actually handle email.
Some delete everything.
Some archive everything.
Some live with 98,000 unread like it’s a badge of honor.
It made me realize everyone has an “email personality,” and AI can adapt to it better than humans ever could.

Once the inbox was cleaned up, the real magic happened.
Substack.
Most people subscribe to twenty, thirty, fifty newsletters and read… maybe two.
My AI setup turned all that chaos into a clean, digestible feed, almost like a personal Bloomberg terminal for ideas instead of stock tickers.

This is basically how I’m approaching AI.
Start casual.
Start small.
See what works in the real world, not in some corporate fantasy land where everyone pretends they understand machine learning after watching one YouTube video.

And then, of course, I went big.
Ridiculously big.
I bought a massive Nvidia-powered Corsair gaming machine that looks like it should be controlling satellites.
And the best part? I don’t have to pay for it for eighteen months, which makes the whole thing feel like a Black Friday heist blessed by the universe.

People think you need to be a developer or a data scientist to get into AI.
You don’t.
You just need curiosity and maybe one moment of impulsive stupidity where you say, “Screw it, I’m buying a spaceship with RGB lighting.”

But there’s another reason I went big on the hardware.
The Headlines AI project I’ve been showing you — the one that scans the news, grades relevance, and helps predict the next day’s market moves — it burns through API credits like a bonfire.
ChatGPT tokens aren’t cheap, and neither are the APIs that feed it.

So if I want this thing to be affordable for you, and for me, and for the people who are going to rely on it, the only real solution is buying the server machine.
Local compute.
My own horsepower.
Instead of renting the world’s most expensive calculator every time I want to analyze two hundred stocks and thirty commodities.

It’s funny because I didn’t buy the Corsair monster just to show off.
I bought it because it’s literally the only way to scale this without setting my wallet on fire.
Sovereign AI isn’t a luxury for this project — it’s the only path that makes the math work.

And honestly, once I connected all the dots, it felt obvious.
If I’m building tools that read headlines, digest Substack, organize email, and eventually run full-scale market backtests, why would I depend on someone else’s machine?
Why would I pay month after month for tokens when I can generate the power myself?

This is where the shift happened for me.
I realized AI isn’t just a technology.
It’s an infrastructure decision.
Just like electricity, internet, and storage — the people who own the power source get the advantage, and everyone else rents it at a premium.

So I’m building my power source.
Not to brag.
Not for vanity.
But because I want to create something you can actually use without needing a hedge fund budget.
Tools that help you think clearer, trade smarter, and see the patterns hiding behind the headlines.

And the truth is, I’m documenting all of this because most people are overwhelmed by AI.
They hear “machine learning” and their eyes glaze over.
They think it’s too late, too complicated, too expensive — meanwhile, I’m here showing you that half the magic starts with organizing your damn email.

I’m not trying to be a guru or pretend I have all the answers.
I’m just ahead on the learning curve because I’m willing to lose sleep, panic a little, buy a $8,000 glowing spaceship, and then calmly explain what I figured out.
That’s my role in this new ecosystem: the guy who jumps first so you don’t have to.

And if you feel behind, you’re not.
You’re early.
You just don’t have a guide yet.
That’s why this newsletter exists — to bring you in at the ground floor, before the noise gets louder and the information gets worse.

And the best part is there’s a perfect testing ground for all of this: the stock market.
You can’t fake results there.
No speeches, no hype, no excuses — you’re either right or wrong in real time, with money on the line and gravity pulling everything back to reality.

People say, “You can’t predict the market.”
Fine.
Maybe you can’t predict every tick, every candle, every whale move.
But if you can predict behavior, if you can read headlines correctly, if you can spot the tone of a news cycle before everyone else wakes up — then you can absolutely tilt the odds.
And that’s what I like.
That’s what I’m aiming for.

What can I say? I like the market.
It’s clean.
Brutally honest.
It tells you instantly whether your ideas work or whether they belong in the trash.
And if my AI can survive that arena — if it can actually help make sense of the chaos — then it can survive anywhere.

So that’s where all of this is heading.
From cleaning emails to digesting Substack to scanning headlines to testing ideas against the most unforgiving scoreboard in the world — the market.
Start small, scale big, and let reality decide what works.

I’m not here to sell fantasies.
I’m here to build something real.
Something affordable.
Something powerful enough to help you think, act, and see the world differently.

And if you follow along, you’re not just watching a project.
You’re learning the pattern behind it.
The mindset.
The logic.
The way to use AI without drowning in it.

Black Friday is about deals.
This is about direction.
And the direction is forward.
Let’s see where it goes.

And yes, I know — you did not expect that last part.
It surprised me too, and I’m the one typing it.
But that’s the point: this newsletter is alive.
It breathes.
It mutates.
Sometimes it says things that sound like they escaped from the wrong group chat.

But I will send you something real.
A PDF.
An actual one.
Not whatever unholy joke just flew out of my brain.

Happy Friday