Miriam Seidel

@miriamseidel.bsky.social

Writing weird stuff as Mir Seidel. TESLA'S OPERA (Fomite Press, September 2025), THE SPEED OF CLOUDS (New Door Books), stories/essays in Bourbon Penn, Into the Ruins, NYRSF. SFWA associate, Codex, more at linktr.ee/miriamseidel

Reminding myself that a book is never expired, esp. less than a year after it came out: FEAST OF THE PALE LEVIATHAN is my debut novel, a DMT death trip through the digestive system of empire. It is a political horror adventure that makes Hobbes’ Leviathan a real kaiju + New Atlantis a real “utopia”

Feast of the Pale Leviathan

A man falls asleep on a river raft tube and drifts out to sea, where he is found and devoured by a titan of unbelievable size. But rather than death, what Owen finds inside is a community of fellow su...

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I was a child in 1976. This chart illustrates the difference between what was going on weather-wise in 1976 and 2025. In 1976, the heatwave was an outlier. In 2025, it is part of normal variation. In 1976, a heatwave would be one-off. By 2025, it's likely to be on-and-off all summer.

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Today’s free newsletter has a very simple message: The AI industry can not (and will not) be bailed out - AI is not too big to fail, OpenAI is not AIG, this is not 2008, and all of this is nothing like the Dot Com Bubble. And when it fails, we must let AI burn. www.wheresyoured.at/let-ai-burn/

Let AI Burn

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"Ich askid ChatGPT," Well Ich askid the stones, and the forest, and the starres, and the mountaynes, and the moone daunsinge above, and what thei seyde was learninge, and dreames, and growinge thinges, and makinge art, and a worlde wher we talke to each othir and care about each othir.

Litel Free Libraryes have proliferatid, bringinge delighte. But their more mysterious, more sinister cousins are nowe beginninge to appear. Goode people! No mattir how jaunty the signe, no mattir how supposedlye nonexistent the cost, nevir evir evir walke thrugh the door of a Litel Free Labyrinth.