Ambar

Pale blue dot twitter.com/neiltyson/stat…

@pitdesi Because... TACO

Ok now with the weekend behind us, I really don’t understand why he didn’t attend his son’s wedding.

@clairevo Was this just one night, or after a few nights of being at 6500 ft? (trying to understand if the body had acclimatized)

Kind of insane you can have a hypothesis (“taking my baby to altitude has destroyed his sleep”) and your magical health ring proves you right, with data! 6,500 feet - up every 15 mins, but

@madebycol @samalfaroo @starter_story Just connect the app with @trust_mrr! Even more so because from what I heard, the CEO is open to selling too. cc @marclou

Just a clarification, glam up was doing 150K MRR during peak (Oct-Dec 2024). We stopped all distribution in 2025 to build new apps. So the MRR no longer reflects 150K MRR. I’ve also explained all the numbers & the entire process in my college thesis, which is pinned on my account!

Im not a hater, but i can't stand liars. @madebycol on @starter_story claims her app "Glam Up" got her $150,000 MMR but on Sensortower.com, the app shows "<5K MRR". When addressing this, he keeps deleting my comments. This industry has too much BS.

@_aaronpaul25 look at all the guys zooming into the metrics

2M downloads on Glam Up taught me one thing about building for women: the feature that prints money has no numbers in it. It's our color analysis scan. Output is fully qualitative ("you're a warm autumn.") No scores, no percentages, nothing data-heavy. Users pick which scan they want and most go straight for this one. Paywall conversion is comparable across all our features. So the win isn't paywall mechanics but that women self-select into the qualitative experience over the data-heavy ones when they have the choice. And it's almost certainly the reason they downloaded in the first place. This feature is killing two birds with one stone: acquisition & monetization Most male founders (myself included 💀) default to Umax-mode. Numbers, scores, rank me, fix me. Works on guys like me. Women, in aggregate, don't want that. If you're building for women and your instinct is to center it on data, fight that. Sometimes the feature with zero data wins over the one with all of it. Ladies, if I still don't get it, let me know. Wouldn't be surprised 😂

@levelsio @TermiusHQ feels like this is already solvable with @syncthing tbh. phone/laptop screenshots auto-sync to VPS. just let Claude access the screenshots folder and voila

So yes the #1 problem I have with my VPS Claude Code set up is copy pasting screenshots into @TermiusHQ, if someone can fix that I'd be very happy Termius themselves should just fix this: - detect paste of image - immediately upload it via SFTP to /tmp on server - show a progress bar - paste the /tmp/filename.png into the chat Please Termius make this!

Hahaha been there! I use a VPS from @Vultr now, with @TermiusHQ, tmux

Oh 💩

The sun was free. They sold you SPF 50 and a vitamin D deficiency. Sleep was free. They sold you an app, a pill, and a wearable that tells you your sleep was bad. Walking was free. They sold you a treadmill, a fitness tracker, and a £180 pair of trainers. Fasting was free. They sold you meal replacement shakes and the anxiety that skipping breakfast would wreck your metabolism. Cold water was free. They sold you a £3,000 plunge barrel and a podcast episode about it. Silence was free. They sold you a meditation app with a premium tier. Animal fat was cheap. They sold you seed oils, then supplements to replace what the animal fat contained. Tallow was cheap. They sold you a seventeen-step skincare routine and a clinical trial proving your face needs ceramides. Meat was cheap. They are currently selling you the idea that you shouldn't eat it. The 20th century removed access to everything the body needs to function. The 21st century is selling it back, one subscription at a time. Your great-grandmother had none of the products. She had all of the things.

If you happen to be rate limited again, just use #Claude for free through Amazon customer support

Just walked in the front door after work. My 5 year old son ran to greet me. "Hi dad!" he said excitedly. As he went to hug me, I grabbed his shoulders and said, "Bud, I think you're overestimating the value of human relationships. I read that in a Substack today. Everything is different now. I mean - it was different before, but it's super different now." He blinked, clutching a plastic dinosaur. I couldn't believe it. Attachment to physical objects in a post-digital era. I gently rotated him toward the hallway mirror. “Look,” I continued, “do you see that reflection? That’s legacy hardware. Carbon-based. High latency. Limited processing power." As I kicked off my shoes, my 3 year old daughter came running up to me with a drawing she made in preschool this morning. She was glowing. Beaming. “Look, Daddy! I made this for you!” I glanced at it and explained that Nano Banana one-shotted her entire effort. Her job prospects were hopeless if she didn't understand this. “Sweetie,” I said gently, kneeling down, “this crayon sun? It’s 2022. Nano Banana can generate 100,000 emotionally resonant suns before you finish saying ‘primary colors.’ You need API access.” She asked what an API was. “Exactly,” I said, standing up. The crying started around then. Very emotional household. Understandable. They hadn't read *the essay.* My wife heard the children crying in the foyer and came to check on us. "I don't understand what's happening here, but why don't we sit down for dinner and talk about this?" she asked. "I made chicken pot pies!" “Dinner? Your contribution to a world where Amex and Mastercard are heading to zero by 2028 is DINNER?!” I started laughing. “Uh yeah…” I explained: “Cooking is a pre-Claude activity. Do you realize I can vibecode a functional DoorDash competitor in about 8 minutes now? It's all right there in the Substack.” As the kids continued sobbing, my wife looked at me in disbelief. “Okay, okay. Maybe it would take me 15 minutes to spin up a functional Doordash competitor,” I conceded. “Payments integration can be annoying.” She asked if I was feeling alright. “Better than alright,” I said. “I’ve seen the roadmap. I've read the Substack.” I gestured broadly at the house: “This? This is a future data center. The hugs? Deprecated. The drawings? Automatable. The chicken pot pies? Disrupted.” My wife folded her arms. “You used to like chicken pot pies.” “That was before I could prompt at a few hundred words per minute,” I said.

Turns out with claude code, my decades long strategy of NOT deeply learning: - regexs - sql - nginx confs - elaborate shell commands - advanced shell scripting - any javascript framework - perf optimization - webpack, cdns, bundlers - 1000 other things ...was entirely correct.

indian wedding buffet is a scam. i always leave regretting something. so i built BuffetGPT 😠 an ai agent that scans entire buffet and gives you a game plan. it uses computer vision to detect every dish, then optimizes what to eat, what to skip, and how much based on actual stomach volume physics. its' pretty early, tested alpha at a friend's wedding. decent results. tbh, this is what my cs degree was for.

The amazing photographer Rachel Bach on IG: “I don't like to play favourites, but I think you'll understand when I say there's just something special about photographing Carlos. You never quite know what's coming next, but whether it's a dive, a slide or a roar, it's pretty magical to capture. Career slam."

a moat of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

It’s that day when I make you all look at this

Last one on this topic, and I have been holding this in myself for a while. For centuries, class divides kept the labor of the poor invisible to the rich. Factory workers toiled behind walls, farmers in distant fields, domestic help in backrooms. The wealthy consumed the fruits of that labor without ever seeing the faces or the fatigue behind it. No direct encounter, no personal guilt. The gig economy shattered that invisibility, at unprecedented scale. Suddenly, the poor aren't hidden away. They're at your doorstep: the delivery partner handing over your ₹1000+ biryani, late-night groceries, or quick-commerce essentials. You see them in the rain, heat, traffic, often on borrowed bikes, working 8–10 hours for earnings that give them sustenance. You see their exhaustion, their polite smile masking frustration with life in general. This is the first time in history at this scale that the working class and consuming class interact face-to-face, transaction after transaction. And that discomfort with our own selves is why we are uncomfortable about the gig economy. We want these people to look our part, so that the guilt we feel while taking orders from them feels less. We aren't just debating economics. We are confronting guilt. That ₹800 order might equal their entire day's earnings after fuel, bike rent, and app cuts. We tip awkwardly, or avoid eye contact, because the inequality is no longer abstract. It's personal. Pre-gig era, the rich could enjoy luxury without moral discomfort. Labor was out of sight. Now, every doorbell ring is a reminder of systemic inequality. That's why debates explode. It's not just policy. It's emotional reckoning. Some defend the system (“they choose it”), others demand change (“this isn't progress, its exploitation”). And here’s the uncomfortable twist: the unsaid ask of clumsy ‘solutions’ isn’t dignity. It is about returning to invisibility. Ban gig work and you don’t solve inequality. You remove livelihoods. These jobs don’t magically reappear as formal, protected employment the next day. They disappear, or they get pushed back into the informal economy where there are even fewer protections and even less accountability. Over-regulate it until the model breaks, and you achieve the same outcome through paperwork instead of slogans: the work evaporates, prices rise, demand collapses, and the people we claim to protect are the first to lose income. And then what happens? The rich get their old comfort back. Convenience returns without faces. Guilt dissolves. We go back to clean abstractions and moral posturing from a distance. The poor don’t become safer, they become invisible again: back in cash economies, back in backrooms, back in shadows where regulation rarely reaches and dignity isn’t even debated. The gig economy just exposed the reality of inequality to the people who previously had the luxury of not seeing it. The doorbell is not the problem. The question is what we do after opening the door. Visibility is the price of progress. We can either use this discomfort to build something better (which we keep doing continuously as delivery partners are our backbone), or we can ban and over-regulate our way back into ignorance. One of those choices improves lives. The other simply helps the consuming class feel virtuous in the dark.

Coming soon. Follow @temple for more updates.

OR you can like the OG

please @nikitabier