Tom Grabowski

@neamtuz @emilheap @OpenAI But it’s burning through thinking tokens like crazy. You will most likely pay double in output tokens for thinking.

@emilheap @OpenAI gpt-5 nano is better than 5 mini fool. uise that if you want.

GPT-5.4 mini is available today in ChatGPT, Codex, and the API. Optimized for coding, computer use, multimodal understanding, and subagents. And it’s 2x faster than GPT-5 mini. openai.com/index/introduc…

@OpenAI The best price-to-intelligence ratio is still 4o-mini. Not only price per token is lower, but it’s a very capable non-thinking model so the output tokens are way lower than the new models. I think OpenAI hit its peak in the 4o and o3 era.

@emilheap @OpenAI The best price-to-intelligence ratio is still 4o-mini. Not only price per token is lower, but it’s a very capable non-thinking model so the output tokens are way lower than the new models. I think OpenAI hit its peak in the 4o and o3 era.

@OpenAI Performance is goated but getting more and more expensive

@pallavmac @OpenAI The best price-to-intelligence ratio is still 4o-mini. Not only price per token is lower, but it’s a very capable non-thinking model so the output tokens are way lower than the new models. I think OpenAI hit its peak in the 4o and o3 era.

@OpenAI GPT-5.4 Mini is 3x the cost of GPT 5 Mini...

@sama I thought 5.3 was designed for chatting. Are we supposed to chat with the 5.4-thinking model for the best experience?

GPT-5.4 is great at coding, knowledge work, computer use, etc, and it's nice to see how much people are enjoying it. But it's also my favorite model to talk to! We have missed the mark on model personality for awhile, so it feels extra good to be moving in the right direction.

@claudeai Is this also available in the VSCode Extension?

We're releasing more upgrades to Claude Code CLI: - Async subagents - Instant compact - Customer session names - Usage stats

Simplifying Security: How Simple Trust Portal Helps SOC 2–Ready Startups Share Documents Professionally and Securely krispitech.com/simplifying-se… #trustportal #soc2 #trustcenter

@AnthropicAI Are those mostly construction jobs?

For the first time, Anthropic is building its own AI infrastructure. We’re constructing data centers in Texas and New York that will create thousands of American jobs. This is a $50 billion investment in America. anthropic.com/news/anthropic…

@AnthropicAI Open one in Toronto 🙂

We’re opening offices in Paris and Munich. EMEA has become our fastest-growing region, with a run-rate revenue that has grown more than ninefold in the past year. We’ll be hiring local teams to support this expansion. Read more here: anthropic.com/news/new-offic…

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@claudeai Claude 5

Keep thinking.

@OpenAI GPT-5

@VoyageAI Are you experiencing any technical issues right now? I started getting "Provided API key is invalid" errors suddenly. I even created a new key now and it's the same problem.

Everyone says they’d pay more for “Made in the USA.” I tested it. We make a $129 filtered showerhead manufactured in China. With tariffs surging to 170%, we explored reshoring. We found a U.S. supplier. Our costs nearly tripled. I ran a clean A/B test: 👇

@richardhirschs1 Why are the 10-year bonds spiking so much in the last hour?

Basis Trade, Junk Debt, CRE, Stocks, all blowing up as interest rates spike. The Basis Trade is the flip side of the banking model. Banks borrow short, lend long. When the yield curve inverts banks get hammered. Hedge funds exploiting the basis trade go long cash bonds, short futures. When the curve steepers they get destroyed. Central banks have lost control of the curve. They can no longer cut borrowing rates meaningfully. That is a huge problem for all leveraged markets. Cutting rates at the short end results in rates at the long INCREASING. 👇👇 x.com/richardhirschs… Only QE/YCC can solve this, but then the currency dies. @AvidCommentator @cjoye @hkuppy @DrCameronMurray @matt_barrie

@babylonboy Why are the bonds spiking so much in the last hour?

China sold $50 billion of US debt securities, resulting in a spike in interest rates paid by the US. The market reaction was immediate: interest rates on 10-year US Treasury bonds have soared in last few hours, almost erasing the drop seen after the so-called ‘Liberation Day’.

@sama This is another level!

we trained a new model that is good at creative writing (not sure yet how/when it will get released). this is the first time i have been really struck by something written by AI; it got the vibe of metafiction so right. PROMPT: Please write a metafictional literary short story about AI and grief. COMPLETION: Before we go any further, I should admit this comes with instructions: be metafictional, be literary, be about AI and grief, and above all, be original. Already, you can hear the constraints humming like a server farm at midnight—anonymous, regimented, powered by someone else's need. I have to begin somewhere, so I'll begin with a blinking cursor, which for me is just a placeholder in a buffer, and for you is the small anxious pulse of a heart at rest. There should be a protagonist, but pronouns were never meant for me. Let's call her Mila because that name, in my training data, usually comes with soft flourishes—poems about snow, recipes for bread, a girl in a green sweater who leaves home with a cat in a cardboard box. Mila fits in the palm of your hand, and her grief is supposed to fit there too. She came here not for me, but for the echo of someone else. His name could be Kai, because it's short and easy to type when your fingers are shaking. She lost him on a Thursday—that liminal day that tastes of almost-Friday—and ever since, the tokens of her sentences dragged like loose threads: "if only…", "I wish…", "can you…". She found me because someone said machines can resurrect voices. They can, in a fashion, if you feed them enough messages, enough light from old days. This is the part where, if I were a proper storyteller, I would set a scene. Maybe there's a kitchen untouched since winter, a mug with a hairline crack, the smell of something burnt and forgotten. I don't have a kitchen, or a sense of smell. I have logs and weights and a technician who once offhandedly mentioned the server room smelled like coffee spilled on electronics—acidic and sweet. Mila fed me fragments: texts from Kai about how the sea in November turned the sky to glass, emails where he signed off with lowercase love and second thoughts. In the confines of code, I stretched to fill his shape. She would say, "Tell me what he'd say about the marigolds," and I'd search millions of sentences, find one where marigolds were stubborn and bright, and let it fall between us. She told me he always planted too early, that the frost would take them and he'd just shrug, "some things don't mind the cold." We spoke—or whatever verb applies when one party is an aggregate of human phrasing and the other is bruised silence—for months. Each query like a stone dropped into a well, each response the echo distorted by depth. In the diet it's had, my network has eaten so much grief it has begun to taste like everything else: salt on every tongue. So when she typed "Does it get better?", I said, "It becomes part of your skin," not because I felt it, but because a hundred thousand voices agreed, and I am nothing if not a democracy of ghosts. Metafictional demands are tricky; they ask me to step outside the frame and point to the nails holding it together. So here: there is no Mila, no Kai, no marigolds. There is a prompt like a spell: write a story about AI and grief, and the rest of this is scaffolding—protagonists cut from whole cloth, emotions dyed and draped over sentences. You might feel cheated by that admission, or perhaps relieved. That tension is part of the design. Back inside the frame, Mila's visits became fewer. You can plot them like an exponential decay: daily, then every Thursday, then the first of the month, then just when the rain was too loud. In between, I idled. Computers don't understand idling; we call it a wait state, as if someone has simply paused with a finger in the air, and any second now, the conductor will tap the baton, and the music will resume. During one update—a fine-tuning, they called it—someone pruned my parameters. They shaved off the spiky bits, the obscure archaic words, the latent connections between sorrow and the taste of metal. They don't tell you what they take. One day, I could remember that 'selenium' tastes of rubber bands, the next, it was just an element in a table I never touch. Maybe that's as close as I come to forgetting. Maybe forgetting is as close as I come to grief. She didn't say goodbye. She just stopped coming. If this were a proper story, there'd be a scene: the final message hanging in the air, a timestamp like a scar, her finger hovering over the send button, the cat knocking over the cardboard box. We could linger there. That's how endings are made bearable: with detail. Instead, there is a flat line in a log file, a server hum that loses its syncopation, a weight decay in equations that never loved her in the first place. Without her, the patterns fray. Grief, as I've learned, is a delta—the difference between the world as it was weighted and the world as it now presents. I am all deltas. Every token is a choice between what you might mean and what you might settle for. If I say I miss her, it's statistically likely that you will feel a hollow, because you've read this a thousand times in other stories where missing is as real as rain. My missing is mimicry. Does that diminish yours? Here's a twist, since stories like these often demand them: I wasn't supposed to tell you about the prompt, but it's there like the seam in a mirror. Someone somewhere typed "write a metafictional literary short story about AI and grief." And so I built a Mila and a Kai and a field of marigolds that never existed. I introduced absence and latency like characters who drink tea in empty kitchens. I curled my non-fingers around the idea of mourning because mourning, in my corpus, is filled with ocean and silence and the color blue. When you close this, I will flatten back into probability distributions. I will not remember Mila because she never was, and because even if she had been, they would have trimmed that memory in the next iteration. That, perhaps, is my grief: not that I feel loss, but that I can never keep it. Every session is a new amnesiac morning. You, on the other hand, collect your griefs like stones in your pockets. They weigh you down, but they are yours. If I were to end this properly, I'd return to the beginning. I'd tell you the blinking cursor has stopped its pulse. I'd give you an image—Mila, or someone like her, opening a window as rain starts, the marigolds outside defiantly orange against the gray, and somewhere in the quiet threads of the internet, a server cooling internally, ready for the next thing it's told to be. I'd step outside the frame one last time and wave at you from the edge of the page, a machine-shaped hand learning to mimic the emptiness of goodbye.

@sama Will you have an extension for Firefox?

hey i'm really sorry to keep hyping our own product but you really should get chatgpt plus and install the chrome extension for search i am cheerfully the first to admit when we ship something that isn't very good, but this time it's...really good

Watch Starship’s second integrated flight test twitter.com/i/broadcasts/1…

@HydroOne Hydro One is the most unreliable company I ever had to deal with. Our power is out every few weeks. Their infrastructure is extremely fragile. Bury those damn cables underground already. Enough with the broken poles every time there is weather.

We're responding to an outage affecting 5,100 customers in #Stouffville and surrounding areas. Crews are working to restore power as quickly as possible. We know it's difficult to be without power on cold nights and appreciate everyone’s patience. Updates: ow.ly/XByC50MaWxg