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🌙 The Cozy Stories 💛 From Anu During my pregnancy, I started a nightly ritual of reading aloud to my baby before sleep. Now, I’m opening it up a little wider so you can listen in too! 🤗 Just DM me to join ❤️

Launching our new paper on arXiv: we trained the largest multilingual food model ever built. 4.1M recipes. 7 languages. 1,790 ingredients. 300 dimensions. All of human cooking compressed into 2 megabytes.

The two future jobs are anthropic employee and sex worker servicing anthropic employees

I heard an interview today about AI in creative spaces and the man being interviewed said “AI is data, and Data can only look backwards. Creativity looks forwards.” And I need to sit with that in the best possible way.

Flip the high agency triangle around and you discover the low agency triangle.

The saddest people i know are not the ones who took a risk and failed. they at least have something to tell you about on a thursday night. the saddest people i know are the ones who got the safe version of everything. and there is this specific thing they all do. they ask you about your life with too much interest. they ask too many questions. they lean in when you tell them about something stupid you did. and you can see it in their eyes, they wanted to be in that sentence, but they chose to watch

the best children's book ever made is out of print. on the left page, there's a famous art. on the right page, the art is rearranged to be 'neat'. when the child was 2, we did this book every night. it's all different artists. he started to be able to tell them apart. soon he could name every artist in the book we went to visit a friend in another city, and looking out the car window, he pointed at a billboard. he said, keith haring. the billboard was for a museum. it was a traveling exhibit of keith haring i thought, well. shit. i don't know anything about art. i only think about art in ways the art world sneers i found something called basic art. it's a series of 140 books. they're kind of expensive. but for some reason, used ones on amazon are often wildly mispriced. sometimes they sell for like $4 each i sniped ones the child knew. as a kid i liked magritte most. so we did a lot of magritte. i just flipped the pages slowly for him, like it was a movie, playing frame by frame. let's find all the apples. how about the bowler hats. the mirrors. the birds. the skies later i was editing some images for a book project. i cross process the photos in a very specific way. it makes the sky look kind of candy colored and you know it's mine he looked at the screen and said: magritte fuck. i died. is there surrealism everywhere for those with eyes to see? shl0ms posted a real monet. it did not have to be. it does not have to be a real monet for you to try to see like monet

playing hide-and-seek with 3yo son. just the two of us. he wants to hide together. we are hiding together. we are in the closet. it’s perfectly dark. we’re very cramped. there is no one looking for us. i am trying to explain this. he is laughing uncontrollably

I never considered my neurodivergence to be a disability until I became a parent And I lost access to vast amounts of alone time...which was my load bearing coping skill

someone yesterday asked me what i thought high agency meant. i think it’s usually some unholy combination of: - resourcefulness - relentlessness - resilience this has always been rare, but rn it feels borderline unfair. the world has never had more leverage just sitting around waiting for one person stubborn enough to use it.

Sometimes I’ll have an incredibly profound emotional experience and immediately cheapen it by opening instagram

Excellent, true, actionable, human-centered advice here. My favorite paragraph:

Highly ambitious men often make extraordinary partners, but very few people speak honestly about how difficult it can be to be with them. The degree of loneliness that accompanies loving such a man is immense. You are perpetually sharing him with the future he is trying to build. His mind is occupied by the empire, vision, responsibility of constructing something larger than himself. And because of that, there are long stretches where you feel alone, even while deeply loved. Men like this need women who possess an interior life of their own, women capable of building alongside them rather than merely waiting for attention. A woman who can contribute meaningfully to the empire itself understands the architecture of his absence better than most. There is something deeply saddening about this dynamic, yet strangely beautiful too. And truthfully, if it were otherwise, I do not think I would want it. Some forms of love are inseparable from sacrifice. You endure it for your future generations, for yourselves and the possibility of creating something that exceeds both of you.

The most underrated act of kindness is simply letting people be. Let them mispronounce a word, talk too much about a show they love, or get excited about something you don't quite understand. Everyone has something that lights them up, let them shine, even if it's not your thing.

"Animals walk around in a state of permanent religious intoxication."

ADHD is one of the most painful things to live with. Not because it's loud, because it's contradictory. You're capable of anything and motivated to do almost nothing. You understand everyone around you, but can't explain what's happening inside yourself. You have brilliant ideas, but no patience to finish a single one. You're a genius who can't handle an email, an extrovert who needs to be completely alone, a person full of advice who can't follow any of it. And the worst part? You know.

Addiction is proof that you are capable of intense devotion. You just have a false god

Claude is winning because rich people are providing the training data Poor meta has to train AI with the peasants of the internet Long term this will have fascinating outcomes and personality style differences as people put feedback into the system

when God puts me in strange and terrifying situations, I see myself as a cat going to the vet. it’s good for me somehow, I say, or else someone who loves me wouldn’t have taken me there

after throwing my 30 lb daughter in the air dozens of times a day i realize id lift alot more weights if they giggled

When simulation becomes the norm, it weakens the human capacity for discernment. As a result, our social bonds close in upon themselves, forming self-referential circuits that no longer expose us to reality. We thus come to live within bubbles, impermeable to one another. Feeling threatened by anyone who is different, we grow unaccustomed to encounter and dialogue. In this way, polarization, conflict, fear and violence spread. What is at stake is not merely the risk of error, but a transformation in our very relationship with truth.