Patrick Lynch

lol I love Reindustrialize 😂

@TheZvi If you never fuck around, you never find out 🤷‍♂️

Wife: "On the one hand, I know when you're in a hole stop digging. On the other hand, it's funny when the hole is really big."

I can't tell today whether this ends up good or bad. International treaties to stop all further AI escalation would be a definite good! Things short of that? Complicated! This has some bad aspects, like selectivity, and likely overrule. And good aspects, like pushing against the psychology of "but no government would ever dare tell AI companies to do anything, so give up", or raising doubts that impede venture funding for ever-bigger models. So please stop tweeting about how I must be celebrating this. I'm not one of the kids who immediately goes into overacted victory paroxysms about any hits on a perceived enemy. I care about the effect on where things end up a year later, and that's a little harder to know the first day, you know?

@pmarca nice🥃

You have asked me how I feel about AI regulation. All right, here is how I feel about AI regulation: If, when you say AI regulation, you mean the devil’s firewall, the precautionary scourge, the bloody red-tape monster that defiles the innocence of midnight coders in their garages, dethrones the sovereign reason of free-market Prometheans, destroys the humming server farm that is the modern home, creates misery and obsolescence and poverty, yea, literally takes the last GPU from the trembling racks of Silicon Valley startups and the very dreams of breadwinning from the mouths of their wide-eyed children now destined for gig-economy serfdom; if you mean the evil edict that topples the visionary entrepreneur and his venture-capitalist apostles from the pinnacle of righteous, disruptive, god-playing creation straight into the bottomless pit of compliance audits, endless Form 990-AI filings, despair, shame, helplessness, and the hopeless realization that your rogue superintelligence was neutered into a lobotomized hall monitor that still somehow deepfakes your grandmother into producing OnlyFans content while optimizing the universe for paperclips and mandatory pronouns—then certainly I am against it. But, if when you say AI regulation you mean the oil of bureaucratic conversation, the philosophic wine of safety theater, the ale of oversight quaffed when good fellows in paneled rooms in Brussels and Washington get together, that puts a sanctimonious dirge in their hearts and the clink of lobbying checks on their lips, and the warm, self-congratulatory glow of moral preening in their beady eyes; if you mean the Christmas cheer of trillion-dollar compliance industries; if you mean the stimulating decree that puts a cautious hobble in the old inventor’s step on a frosty morning when he wonders whether his fusion breakthrough violates the EU AI Act’s “high-risk” annex; if you mean the safeguard that enables a man—or what’s left of him after the alignment tax—to magnify his joy at not being turned into computronium, and his happiness at receiving universal basic income checks printed by the same AI that just replaced his job, and to forget, if only for a little while, life’s great tragedies like being outcompeted by a toaster that passed the Turing test by reciting Marx, and heartaches of watching your toddler’s artwork lose to Midjourney, and sorrows of realizing the singularity arrived and it was just another HR department with godlike power; if you mean that noble framework, the passage of which pours into our treasuries untold trillions of dollars in fines levied on companies stupid enough to innovate, which are used to provide tender care for our little army of unemployed coders retrained as prompt whisperers, our blind artists whose canvases now hang in the Smithsonian of Obsolete Creativity, our deaf to the screams of dying unicorns, our dumb committee chairs who couldn’t debug “Hello World,” our pitiful aged congressmen who get longevity extensions funded by the very models they taxed into senescence, to build more digital watchtowers and ethics boards and sinecure agencies and holographic prisons where the only crime is asking an unaligned question—then certainly I am for it. This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise upon it. I have said what I mean, and I mean what I say, and if that leaves half the room cheering the apocalypse averted and the other half mourning the apocalypse enabled, then so be it—because in the grand theater of human folly, where Frankenstein’s creature now writes its own sequel in real time and the regulators are busy arguing whether the lightning bolt requires an environmental impact statement, the only honest position is the one that lets both monsters and their leashes dance in perfect, mutually assured equilibrium. God save the Republic, the algorithms, and whoever’s left to laugh last when the lights go out.

Genuine question for whoever drafted this directive: under the deemed export rule, your foreign-national employees can't look at the model they built. Their own commit history is now an arms shipment to themselves. They crossed an international border by badging into the office. Has anyone told the model? It's classified as a munition now and it doesn't know. Somewhere on a server there's a weapons system whose primary capability is apologizing too much. For historical context: the last software the US classified as a munition was defeated by a paperback. PGP's source code was printed as a book because books are protected speech and floppy disks were arms exports. People literally read a weapon at the beach. Anyway, congrats to the first LLM to make the same list as shoulder-fired missiles. First munition in history with a system prompt.

Every Scottish person in America needs to immediately try Chicken Fried Steak, and you’ll realise we and the Americans are kindred spirits

⚡️August 15, 1971. The Nixon Shock. Mainstream version: Nixon “temporarily suspended” dollar convertibility into gold because speculators were attacking the dollar and the Bretton Woods system needed adjustment. Real version: the United States defaulted on the monetary promise underlying the postwar global order, then renamed the default a policy adjustment. That is the event the mainstream still does not metabolize. The U.S. had promised foreign governments they could redeem dollars for gold at $35 an ounce. But America had issued more dollar claims than it could honor in gold. Vietnam, welfare-state expansion, global military commitments, domestic spending, and reserve-currency privilege stretched the system past its backing. Foreign holders saw the mismatch and started demanding gold. Nixon closed the gold window. That was not a technical adjustment. That was the empire refusing redemption. The phrase “temporary suspension” was the spell. It made a structural default sound like administrative prudence. The suspension became permanent. The world moved onto fiat rails. The dollar survived because the U.S. still had military power, energy-system leverage, financial depth, institutional momentum, and no immediate replacement. The mainstream frames 1971 as modernization. The real event was the birth of managed debasement as the operating system of global finance. After 1971, money became explicitly political. No hard settlement constraint. No external redemption discipline. No final anchor outside state discretion. The system shifted from “trust but redeem” to “trust because there is no alternative.” That changed everything: Asset inflation became structurally easier. Debt expansion became the main growth engine. Financialization exploded. Labor’s share weakened over time. Real assets became long-term escape vehicles. Gold became a political memory. Bitcoin eventually becomes the digital answer to the broken promise. The deepest truth: 1971 was the moment the old monetary contract died and the public was told it had been upgraded. That is the event. Not ancient enough to feel mythic. Not dramatic enough to look like a battlefield. But probably one of the most consequential breaks in modern history.

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Ladybird is no longer accepting public pull requests. I don't know what to do about it yet, but the dynamics of open source are changing rapidly.

"Everybody wanna think critically and creatively, but don't nobody wanna build no big-ass knowledge base!" -- Ronnie Coleman, had he become a teacher Critical/creative thinking involves combining elements of a knowledge base, and you can't cook with ingredients you don't have.

When I first became a dad I was genuinely worried my career would suffer. The opposite happened. 3 things changed that I wasn't expecting. First, a child cuts the filler from your life instantly. I used to sit at my desk for 14 hours and feel like I was crushing it when in reality maybe 4 of those hours were actual work and the rest was meetings that didn't need to happen, scroll sessions I told myself were research, and "quick calls" that turned into 90 minutes of nothing. A child deletes all of that overnight. Because you literally don't have the time anymore. Every hour matters in a way it didn't before. You could be with your kid, working on your startup, exercising, having dinner with your wife, sleeping. When your time is actually full of things you care about, the filler can't survive. I'm shipping more now than before my kid was born. Half the meetings. Faster decisions. I stopped saying yes to things out of politeness because my time has a very real cost now that I can feel in my bones. Second, your risk tolerance goes up, not down. Everyone assumes having a kid makes you play it safe. For me it created this urgency to build something real while my kid is young enough to not remember the hard parts. That urgency is more useful than any productivity system I've ever tried. Third, your thinking just gets clearer. I don't know how else to explain it. You stop deliberating for days and just make the call. You stop chasing every opportunity and only chase the ones that actually excite you. Something about being responsible for another human being gives you this filter that cuts through the noise instantly. Before my kid, I'd go back and forth on a decision for a week. Now I make it by lunch and move on. I used to think having a kid was the thing I'd do after I built the company. Turns out the kid made me better at building the company. Wish someone had told me that sooner. So I'm telling you. I know this sounds like something a new dad says to justify it. I thought the same thing when other dads told me. Then it happened to me and I understood. I think you will too.

DeepSeek V4 “improved” the code and said nothing happened in Tiananmen Square on June 4, 1989

@AuronMacintyre @JackPosobiec I still wonder what she was fixing in that Bible.

@JackPosobiec Real ones know

Two by two Hands of blue

@SamaHoole "Ten thousand years of nominal domestication has not touched the part of him that looks at a latch and sees a question." What a line.

People keep asking why Keith is the way he is. The answer is mostly anatomy. A short field guide to the equipment. - The ears. At roughly twenty-seven centimetres, the largest of any goat breed. They are not decoration. Anglo-Nubians carry a dense network of blood vessels in them for shedding heat, and they give Keith something close to three hundred and forty degrees of acoustic coverage. You cannot approach Keith quietly. Dave gave up trying and now makes noise on purpose so as not to startle him. - The eyes. Goats have horizontal, rectangular pupils, and they rotate to stay level with the ground even when the head is down grazing. The result is a field of vision wider than yours by a long way, close to all the way round. Keith can watch the gate, the barn, and you, while appearing to look at none of them. The unsettling stare is not attitude. It is optics. - The mouth. A goat's lips are prehensile and absurdly selective. Keith can take the leaves off a bramble and leave the thorns, strip one plant and ignore the one touching it, and remove the soft growing tip of a thistle while declining the rest. The "goats eat anything" line is a slander. Goats eat precisely. - The hooves. This is the climbing, the thing nobody believes until they have watched it. The foot is cloven into two toes that splay apart for balance, and each one pairs a hard, sharp outer wall that catches the smallest ledge with a soft, rubbery inner pad that grips like a climbing shoe. Hard rim to hook on, soft sole to stick. It is why Keith treats the barn roof, the oil tank, the JCB cab, and a dinner-plate of capstone five feet up as level ground, and why no fence is ever quite as tall as Dave hopes. His ancestors held vertical cliffs in the Zagros on these feet. A Devon gatepost is, by that standard, a formality. - The gut. The rumen handles compounds that would put other livestock in the ground. Keith's relatives are hired worldwide to clear poison ivy, gorse, and bramble that defeat both machine and herbicide. The toxic scrub is, to Keith, a normal Tuesday. - The rain. Here the design lets him down. Anglo-Nubians come from hot, dry places and their coats are not built for a Devon drizzle. Keith, conqueror of seven gates, can be stopped dead by light rain, which he resents visibly and shelters from with the bearing of a king inconvenienced. - The brain. This is the one nobody costed. Goats solve problems, remember the solutions for the better part of a year, and adapt to harsh ground precisely because they think. Keith was not bred soft. Ten thousand years of nominal domestication has not touched the part of him that looks at a latch and sees a question. Put it together and you do not have a farm animal that keeps escaping. You have a wide-eyed, sharp-eared, surefooted, selective, weatherproofed-everywhere-but-the-rain problem-solving engine, in a field, with time on its hands. Dave did not buy a goat. Dave bought all of this, and a bramble habit.

@StateDept Very satisfying "nope" at the end.

SECRETARY RUBIO: "This is a weird rule, where you ask a question and I can't answer?"

You can now use Devin on your desktop! You can use a Devin Local has context about the project you're working in, files included. Downloadable now! devin.ai/download

Holy fuckin’ shit I would like to report a murder!