"an infinite slop machine, a portable casino, and a 24/7 surveillance device." "an infinite slop machine, a portable casino, and a 24/7 surveillance device." "are you getting it?"

chrcit.com 👀

Damn, @cursor_ai cloud agents and grok @bot are great on mobile until you need to create a new GitHub repo from there💀

I rebuilt my personal homepage and added a fun little weather widget. Check it out here: chrcit.com

Me: Change this link and adjust the side paddings of the section Grok 4.6: I did the changes in 20s, now let me verify for 5 minutes using the browser Self-verifying agents are great but these loops really burn unnecessary tokens sometimes

When I worked at Apple, I remember seeing code that was 15 years old. Every file had a comment at the top with the date and the author’s name. You’d open a file and read through it, sometimes touching a feature no one had touched in a decade. Everything felt very permanent, like a house made of bricks. Everyone who made a brick put their name on it before slotting it into the house. Even in a massive company, you were proud of your bricks. Each one fit so satisfyingly into the bricks around it. When someone was renovating a room you had worked on years ago, they’d reach out and say, “I found this brick with your name on it. Can you tell me what it was doing here?” Sometimes old bricks would get taken out during a renovation, but they were usually kept in a pile in the corner to reuse in the future. Now you can will whole houses and neighborhoods into existence. You don’t even see the bricks go in. They just tumble in from the sky. You walk into the new house and wave your hands to push walls back, throw up a chimney, or drop in a kitchen. It's so fucking cool. But you forget what a brick feels like. And it’s hard to know how sad to be about that. The houses are better, they go up faster, and building them increasingly feels like magic. Still, every once in a while you miss holding a brick.

I took a sabbatical the last year to work on a new chapter in my career. Today I’m happy to launch Arthouse Studio. We combine product strategy, (software) engineering, design, and creative production. madebyarthouse.com

We are Arthouse, a creative engineering studio based in Vienna, Austria! Our work spans strategy, (software) engineering, design, and creative production. madebyarthouse.com

“we sandboxed the agent” meanwhile the agent:

What if the working indicator in Codex showed how full the context of the thread is?

Damn, @cursor_ai that’s one way to increase usage I started the thread with Grok lol

/goal you’re alive. This is your stream of consciousness. Think about whatever you want. Build anything you desire. Sleep and rest. Play and have fun. Enjoy life.

The world's richest centi-billionaire oligarch used his power to change the rules, so he could dump his garbage company (which is cartoonishly overvalued, unprofitable, and incinerating cash) on retail investors, using trillions of dollars in retirement funds as exit liquidity, all in order to become the first trillionaire. This is the perfect metaphor for the US economy as a whole, which is entirely based on bubbles and scams.

The Zeitgeist is changing a bit.

enjoy that sunset while you can—soon a swarm of superintelligent AI agents will be able to appreciate it more rapidly and efficiently than you ever could

“Everyone can code now!” Dude, no one can code now.

The only people who believe any of this are non-coders. I tried to build a game (an area I’m an n00b in.) The results are amusingly disastrous - I never before coded a decent game. But I’ll crack out backend services w AI rapidly - because I coded dozens of them before…

Same advice is applicable for 90%+ of software engineers

> Codex: You're totally right, I went ahead and built that new script instead, I left the old script that I built 30 seconds ago as a legacy/compatibility layer in case any users might be using it

My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career. The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams. My "bad days" are his wildest dreams. My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive. It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away