Fifty-plus unplanned miles of cycling this weekend. Have mercy on me this week, F5 Tower stairs.
Small fragments. Things I read, heard, or couldn't stop thinking about. These are too short for essays but too good to lose. Sort of like commonplace book meets tumblelog.
524 bits, and counting.
I don't know why, but I keep feeling like an earthquake is coming. I can't shake that Southern California earthquake anxiety.
I have a long list of games I want to make for my kids, all riffs on the ones I played growing up. The plan is to ship one a week, in the browser or on iOS, until we leave for the holidays. Ten games in ten weeks!
There are a lot of Queens' records that feel like an examination of an idea.
— Josh Homme
I still think about this performance three years later.
My favorite AI benchmark is a breakfast burrito. I travel for work constantly and try a new agent almost every week. Every one of them gets the same prompt: find the best breakfast burrito spot near me. Most return ten places. Some return a place that closed years ago. The leaderboards want to know whether a model can pass the bar exam. Nobody in my house has ever asked for that. We ask where to eat, for help planning a trip, and whether the pharmacy is open on Sunday. The boring tasks my family runs every day, every week.
We have this idea of identity that is constant, but it isn't.
— Karl Ove Knausgård
