poets who code(); is the mantra

Hey Friend,

I was watching Bron sleep on the couch yesterday.

Dog doesn't worry about prompts. Doesn't have a newsletter. Doesn't batch his content on Sundays or wonder if he's using the right model.

He just lives.

I've been thinking about that a lot lately.

We built this whole identity around being productive. Around doing the work. Around grinding until the grinding was done and then maybe, maybe, living the life we said we wanted.

And now the machines are doing the work.

Not all of it. Not the good stuff. But the stuff that used to cost us hours - the first drafts, the formatting, the research rabbit holes at midnight - that's gone. Or going.

So what's left?

Creation. With a capital C.

The kind that comes from being fully yourself. From your specific combination of obsessions, experiences, stories, and stubbornness. From the part of your brain that makes weird connections at 6am while you're half asleep.

There's a name for people who do this well.

They're not prompt engineers. They're not AI influencers who post about token savings.

They're the poets who code. The coders who write poetry. The marketers who understand development. Multi-passionate people who finally have a way to stop fragmenting themselves to fit a system that was never built for them in the first place.

That's who we're building The AI Studio for.

4 weeks. The heavenly doors open on April 23rd. 10–15 spots.

If you want to be the first to hear about it in 4 days time, you can join the waitlist here (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Jx5Y7PRTQJhZHCZcNgN3AppDmRbXM8QmjQNgjSTGViE/edit?usp=sharing).

Your biggest fan,

Jacob 'dog philosopher' Pegs

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