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Sir, The hour grows late. The President asserts the right to govern by decree. Worse, the Congress has ceded its constitutional prerogatives, neglecting to protect its power of the purse and even the sanctity of its chambers from executive overreach. Charles I chuckles from the grave. In this dark and doom filled hour, one hope remains: the power of story, aided and abetted by unassailable songs stirring up this country’s frayed and nearly forgotten faith in this experiment in self-governance...

Applied research questions on the past, present and near future of government operations
by Patrick Atwater

Introducing the California Alternative Transformation (CAT) principles for moar efficient, effective…
The Meme Lords are rallying, with the DOGE Techno King and his digital court scheming their next big gambit. The internet's good citizens face a choice: cheer from the sidelines or chart a better path. Let's talk CATs, not DOGE.From our AI Oracles: “Here’s an image of a regal Shiba Inu wielding a scepter and playfully smashing the Capitol.”Putting the future of American government in the hands of a self-styled “Techno-King” seems, uh, mildly antithetical to the spirit of 1776. Not to mention ...

An open letter to Lin-Manuel Miranda on the last, best hope to save the republic
Sir, The hour grows late. The President asserts the right to govern by decree. Worse, the Congress has ceded its constitutional prerogatives, neglecting to protect its power of the purse and even the sanctity of its chambers from executive overreach. Charles I chuckles from the grave. In this dark and doom filled hour, one hope remains: the power of story, aided and abetted by unassailable songs stirring up this country’s frayed and nearly forgotten faith in this experiment in self-governance...

Applied research questions on the past, present and near future of government operations
by Patrick Atwater

Introducing the California Alternative Transformation (CAT) principles for moar efficient, effective…
The Meme Lords are rallying, with the DOGE Techno King and his digital court scheming their next big gambit. The internet's good citizens face a choice: cheer from the sidelines or chart a better path. Let's talk CATs, not DOGE.From our AI Oracles: “Here’s an image of a regal Shiba Inu wielding a scepter and playfully smashing the Capitol.”Putting the future of American government in the hands of a self-styled “Techno-King” seems, uh, mildly antithetical to the spirit of 1776. Not to mention ...
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There’s a strange nostalgia I carry for a particular weekend in the early 2010s—a time when a hackathon still carried a kind of enchanted promise, like the Fool stepping off the cliff in search of a kingdom he couldn’t yet name.
That weekend, I found myself on a team with a talented IDEO designer, deep in the churn of laptops, Red Bulls, and whiteboards scribbled with arrows and circles that might have been glyphs from a cargo cult. The prompt was public sector innovation, and what emerged from our improbable union was a prototype we called Gov Sherpa: a protocol—not a product—for pairing tech companies with seasoned guides to navigate sui generis government challenges. The idea was simple: many founders wandered into Sacramento with messianic fervor and stumbled back dazed by acronyms and procurement calendars. Gov Sherpa would match their boldness with wisdom, ambition with attunement. A kind of adaptive scaffolding to bridge the Valley and the Hill.
It was born, paradoxically, not from abstraction but from deep, worm's-eye collisions. At one point, our team stood on a busy street corner doing design intercepts. The IDEO designer leaned into a conversation and asked a passerby, “How do you interact with government?” I visibly winced. The question felt... global. Like asking a fish how it interacts with water. But the cringing revealed something, too: the hidden assumptions in the very questions we ask. It matters what we mean by “developer.” In Sacramento, a developer might pave cul-de-sacs in Palmdale. In the Valley, they might code smart contracts for planetary coordination. Both wield power. Both alter the landscape.
Gov Sherpa was never implemented, not really. It stayed a sketch in the margins, like many good ideas from that early, more optimistic era when "what if" was a rallying cry for innovation in cities. But the impulse remains—the need to guide bold energy through sacred complexity without crushing it. And I see that same impulse alive in these newer efforts: the Refugia Protocol, which doesn’t command but invites. The Mondragon Accord, a meta-protocol of protocols, forged in planetary realism. Each one tries to do the same thing Gov Sherpa aspired to: to gently midwife the emergence of the next thing, the right thing—not the efficient thing, but the enduring thing.
The Second Foundation isn’t a place. It’s a practice. A way of attuning boldness to complexity. Gov Sherpa never shipped. But perhaps it was never meant to. Gov Sherpa was a seed, and like many seeds, it disappeared into the soil. But maybe, just maybe, its roots have been growing underground ever since.
And now it’s spring.
This is part of a recurring series of field notes and mythic seeds from the Patchwork Protocol, a network of friends, collaborators, and planetary stewards working to prototype the Second Foundation. These fragments are not final—they are sketches, invitations, and tuning forks for a deeper song waiting to be sung.
There’s a strange nostalgia I carry for a particular weekend in the early 2010s—a time when a hackathon still carried a kind of enchanted promise, like the Fool stepping off the cliff in search of a kingdom he couldn’t yet name.
That weekend, I found myself on a team with a talented IDEO designer, deep in the churn of laptops, Red Bulls, and whiteboards scribbled with arrows and circles that might have been glyphs from a cargo cult. The prompt was public sector innovation, and what emerged from our improbable union was a prototype we called Gov Sherpa: a protocol—not a product—for pairing tech companies with seasoned guides to navigate sui generis government challenges. The idea was simple: many founders wandered into Sacramento with messianic fervor and stumbled back dazed by acronyms and procurement calendars. Gov Sherpa would match their boldness with wisdom, ambition with attunement. A kind of adaptive scaffolding to bridge the Valley and the Hill.
It was born, paradoxically, not from abstraction but from deep, worm's-eye collisions. At one point, our team stood on a busy street corner doing design intercepts. The IDEO designer leaned into a conversation and asked a passerby, “How do you interact with government?” I visibly winced. The question felt... global. Like asking a fish how it interacts with water. But the cringing revealed something, too: the hidden assumptions in the very questions we ask. It matters what we mean by “developer.” In Sacramento, a developer might pave cul-de-sacs in Palmdale. In the Valley, they might code smart contracts for planetary coordination. Both wield power. Both alter the landscape.
Gov Sherpa was never implemented, not really. It stayed a sketch in the margins, like many good ideas from that early, more optimistic era when "what if" was a rallying cry for innovation in cities. But the impulse remains—the need to guide bold energy through sacred complexity without crushing it. And I see that same impulse alive in these newer efforts: the Refugia Protocol, which doesn’t command but invites. The Mondragon Accord, a meta-protocol of protocols, forged in planetary realism. Each one tries to do the same thing Gov Sherpa aspired to: to gently midwife the emergence of the next thing, the right thing—not the efficient thing, but the enduring thing.
The Second Foundation isn’t a place. It’s a practice. A way of attuning boldness to complexity. Gov Sherpa never shipped. But perhaps it was never meant to. Gov Sherpa was a seed, and like many seeds, it disappeared into the soil. But maybe, just maybe, its roots have been growing underground ever since.
And now it’s spring.
This is part of a recurring series of field notes and mythic seeds from the Patchwork Protocol, a network of friends, collaborators, and planetary stewards working to prototype the Second Foundation. These fragments are not final—they are sketches, invitations, and tuning forks for a deeper song waiting to be sung.
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