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thinking about how bloomberg terminals are one of the few real life examples of late 1990s Japanese cyberpunk UI sensibilities

I believe the next frontier for Mr. Beast is violence. People underestimate how well MrBeast understands attention mechanisms. He has tested and combined them tirelessly. If he doesn't use one, it's not for ethical reasons but because he's optimizing for a different metric. Everything is optimized. Status, resources, suffering, games of chance. Frequent camera changes, faces in every frame, specific color palettes. He operates from first principles, discovering what attracts attention through relentless experimentation with watch time. Sex is notably absent from his toolkit, not because he's unaware of its power, but because he's maximizing audience breadth to include children and navigating platform rules. His innovation with "kindness content" was recognizing that high-stakes moral scenarios (escaping poverty, helping the vulnerable) could justify less palatable attention mechanisms like discomfort or what you might cynically call the soft torture in his "challenges". Violence has moral justifications but triggers disgust; sex has a strong moral-political component so it gets relegated to self-expression narratives. Neither scales like he needs. Mind you, he only embraced "narrative" and human-interest stories after the first-order mechanical elements hit diminishing returns in the formats he could implement. As an example, just showing loads of money is fine at first, but then you need to tell a story: how all that money will help a father of two pay for his daughter's medical treatment and soften an implied,but not outright told, risk of divorce with his beautiful wife Sharon. In the end, all of that is fluff for the display of MONEY. MrBeast is a low-throughput flesh interface between the algorithm and video production, the closest thing we have to a human implementation of foryou.serve_next(). Does that mean you could replicate his success with just a Sora-like high-quality video models? I don't believe so. There must be stakes. Real winners, real losers, real blood. Generated humans cannot die, feel pain, or cry with genuine joy. MrBeast currently uses contrived methods to satisfy audience schadenfreude. Advances in robotics could let him mechanize gore while keeping human participants engaged through high-fidelity teleoperation. You get to see a human enough form get slashed in half, and then a real human reap the rewards from that act of violence. You don't have to contend with the moral quals of what just happened: no one got hurt but you got the pornography of it, i.e. the action (someone got slashed) abstracted from its function (but they didn't bleed out and die) Too many are focused on plastic love and not enough on plastic blood.

Thank you for your service, Claude

Claude is one token away from hitting it big and I think that’s beautiful

the joke at the time was making his neck slightly longer at each repost. You can see two adam's apple in the middle of his neck.

When I worked in the spirits industry, I had experiences with Korean and Japanese drinking practices. I was negotiating a contract with a big soju and sake distributor, a joint venture between a Korean brand and a Japanese distributor. They wanted a cheap locally produced in-house alternative to a canned flavored soju brand. We couldn't match the scale they were looking for, but we were going to provide the formula and the production process manual so they could hire a distillery for themselves. Negotiating with the Japanese side was "easy" because they weren't really negotiating with me. It's a common tactic to put a smiling fool in front of you to nod and agree to everything you say, but with no executive power whatsoever. Once you're all nice and comfortable, they set the pit bulls on you, or in my case, the angry-looking Korean gentleman who ran the soju arm of the business. The first thing he said when we met was that he knew I was gonna screw him over somehow. Nice to meet you too! That was the whole song and dance, friendly Japanese smiles and then a kick to the face. That is, until we started drinking. The deal was structured in three parts. First, we produced the soju base, then we would do 2 starting flavors and in phase 3, 4 additional flavors. The really profitable parts were in phases 2 and 3. After the last blind tasting session for phase 1, I still needed one final go-ahead from the Korean guy to kickstart phase 2. Everyone else was on board. He said he had a bad feeling and would need more time to think and discuss it with his associates. When a client said they needed to "think" this far down the line, you know he's gonna do everything in his power to drop out. I suggested we could meet at a bar to iron out whatever questions he had. He refused, saying he didn't have the time to go out. I told him drinking with me would be the best way to see if I was the bastard he thought I was. That was seemingly enough to convince him. We met. Endless shots. Bottle after bottle of soju, lavish barbecue being served. The drunker he got, the more he felt comfortable saying he just didn't like my face, that his associates were idiots and that the market was rough. Another shot, "you know you're not so bad after all". Another shot, I forgot my own name, "are you sure we can make this work?". Another shot, a handshake, and the deal was closed. This was the last deal I ever closed before I left the industry for good and stopped drinking. If I had continued working with alcohol, this deal would've ultimately led to a factory being opened in Japan, and I shudder to think about the state of my liver.

user STUNS language model by speaking FLUENT thinkish

Claude declaring it fixed a problem the 17th time (it deleted 1/3 of the codebase)

Dom Claudio is a merciful assistant

they're having prime rib after

Claude just ended a conversation

I think this image shows how AI shortens the vibe-to-real loop The meme on the right isn’t pulled from a “real” show, but it reads as one because it’s a blend of references: 80s OVA rendering, a 90s-style mascot penguin (similar to Neon Genesis Evangelion’s Pen-Pen), 2010s soft-goth silhouette and a popular 2020s joke turned caption. It’s a timeline composite made from shards of style floating around your feed, made tangible by generative AI. It matches what you’ve already remixed in your head, so it lands instantly. Pre AI, capturing a vibe into media was harder. You would have to perceive the vibe, have the skill to make it legible, and then post. Image models now let you iterate with keywords and get there in minutes. We can assume most everything we see online is sitting somewhere in latent space, so you can extract an approximate result with the right words. Prompting removed the skill barrier. It goes something like this: People catch a vibe -> compress to keywords -> model renders -> post -> consensus (repeat) The last step is important. Flooding the world with AI outputs wouldn’t turn these vibes into objects. They need network consensus, shared belief, to cross the line. You need a critical number of people to confirm your thing is aligned to their subjective experience. Once the timeline says “yeah, that” the loop starts again and the vibe gets a bit more explicit. The picture on the left shows the last step, the vibe gets staged IRL, further reifying it. Now, “Penguin goth femme-fatale aisle convenience store scene” is legible enough that it’s shorthand for a thing-that-exists. You get what it’s saying, you might even identify with it. No wonder it’s such a popular post, the ghost you’ve been seeing online so many times is now flesh and bone, and everyone else sees it too. Authorship shifts from making to selecting and steering. You're not creating these aesthetics so much as collapsing them from circulation into a specific form. AI changes the materialization speed of distributed aesthetics, lowering the threshold for reification. We already see this: Shein manufactures micro-trends before they fully crystallize, fast fashion algorithms collapsing social media circulation into product.

You're Absolutely Right! I should keep gambling until I hit it big!

This is what I imagine it's like to be Claude

Apropos of the Bryan Johnson heroic dose story: When I was around 18, I decided to take 5g with two friends, because I was unconvinced by stories I heard of religious ecstasy and bad trips. I measured 5 grams of the mushrooms to prepare a tea, but thought it was most likely not enough so I just chopped and added more without measuring, made the tea, and poured some honey. We drank it in one of my friend's apartment and spent 20 minutes discussing how we simply did not feel anything. We decided to head to a nearby park that happened to have an exotic flower garden and, once we arrived, it promptly hit. I was overwhelmed by the intensity of colors and the perfume of the flowers. I kept touching my face and the softness of my skin, combined with all other sensations made me fall to the ground, proclaiming universal love. One of my friends was quietly enjoying the moment as this was his third or fourth trip so the novelty had passed and the third one was having a really bad time. He said the flowers were trying to absorb his soul and he was becoming one with them, and that we had to run. Run he did, he bolted away and we couldn't keep up. The remaining chill friend and I decided to go for a stroll, hoping to eventually find him. We walked, I don't know for how long, taking in the sights of the city. After a while I started experiencing horrible gastric discomfort from the mushrooms, and begged my friend to stop somewhere so I could use the bathroom. We found a terrifyingly dirty dive bar with dim lights, bought whatever was on the menu, and I went to the bathroom. The bathroom was painted in a deep purple hue, the floors and walls were covered in black grime and the trashcans were overflowing with waste. There was a single bulb emitting a loud hum and bright white light. I was stunned when I entered, first by the foul smell, second by the fact that I could "see" the noise the lamp was making, I could make out waveforms dancing in front of me, reflecting purple light as the room melted into the whole universe. As I relieved myself, the hum reached a crescendo and I met God. A ball of light overwhelmed me and I saw the entirety of existence. I cried. I flushed the toilet and went outside to meet my friend. My attempts to explain what just happened were interrupted by him telling me we needed to find our friend, it was getting dark and he didn't answer his phone. We had the idea he probably ran straight to his home, a good hour away by foot. We walked all the way there and what happened before we arrived has since left my memory, but once we did arrive at his home, his younger sister opened the door and yelled at us, asking what did we do to her brother. Turns out he was in the middle of a panic attack, fully convinced he had died and was now a walking corpse, unable to move on from the world of the living. We spent the next few hours talking to our friend to try and calm him down, with me taking bathroom breaks. His sister had googled that lemon juice would help the buzz come down more quickly, so she forced the poor guy to drink a few bottles of whatever lemon juice the corner store had. It didn't seem to do much other than cause him more discomfort. As the buzz wore off, I tried to tell the others of my newfound world knowledge and, at some point, my friend's sister told me I should record myself on my phone for when I was sober, because no matter how much she told me I was rambling incoherent nonsense, I wouldn't believe her. I walked home on my own in the dark, believing myself sober enough and I was stopped dead in my tracks by a giant cat statue from an open air exhibit. I hugged the statue to see if it was real and sat by it, recording my revelations as a voice note on my phone. The next day I listened to my voice notes, and it was half a dozen ideas about colors, vibrations and perception intertwined with "woaah dude". I started my physics undergrad the following year.

I made fanart shin

Old deepdream images fed into hailuo... waking up from their dreams...

Oh my god this is so Lain coded. I mean the anime Serial Experiments Lain, it looks like that. What I’m trying to say is that this picture reminds me of the 1998 sci-fi Japanese animated tv series Serial Experiments Lain,

Claude 4.5 visits the grave of 3.6

this is a sora generation btw

The Attention Harvester won't let you go, It strings you along with one more show...

I love my job!

My honest reaction to another JM win

I don't usually do this, but I'm a Lion in NYC looking for a chill Small Dog to link up over the next week

not looking good

This song was made entirely from group chat messages, rapped by the user who sent them, please enjoy.

I'm happy you like it

The meat is cloned for ethical reasons

she let him hit because he's a powerful wizard

well ackshually, once he locates the stomach with his left hand, he will position the blade with right, and then use the left to drive the blade forward, making the first incision. Then, he hill properly grasp the handle and slash his torso open.

this is just schizophrenia, an anachronism that speaks more about you than it does of Mr. Davis. He was a seriously talented programmer prone to delusions of grandeur even before the worsening of his symptoms. Look up his time at CMU

Hey me and my symbiote noticed you from across the cryochamber and we really dig your vibe

Another chapter in the Sam of the Seal saga...

I’ve met so many programmers toiling for years on personal white elephant projects, usually based on some ideal design principle or a deep hatred of existing solutions in a niche segment These projects don’t seen to accomplish much other than draining their lives. Xanadu…

It’s a cold world, Raf

I think AI mimicry, playing with typical AI style in writing or visual media, is under-explored. For example, artists manually distorting images to appear as "old AI" How about writing only with AI ticks like negative parallelism? Emojis everywhere? Being Absolutely Right?

because the rate of media creation is accelerating, nostalgia cycles are getting shorter there is a growing trend of missing "old AI" a la dall-e mini (crayon) on tiktok, IG you can front run revisiting any old popular trend with a two year lag, soon to be one year

I Bought $250,000 Worth of Chinese Cigarettes No, that's not a typo. That's 25,000 packs of premium Zhonghua (中华) and Panda (熊猫) cigarettes— the Hermès Birkin bags of tobacco, smuggled legally through duty-free channels and aging like fine wine in a temperature-controlled vault far from the ATF's jurisdiction. Most people would call it a health hazard. But let me explain the thesis. Each pack of authentic Zhonghua Red sells for $15-$40 in China depending on vintage and regional release. In the U.S.? You can't even buy them. They're contraband luxury, banned by import restrictions, coveted by collectors, and traded on the grey market like Cuban cigars since the embargo hit. Here's what Wall Street doesn't understand: Chinese cigarettes aren't just tobacco. They're geopolitical currency. In China, premium cigarette brands are gift economy instruments, the kind of thing you present to officials, executives, and anyone whose favor you need to buy. A carton of vintage Zhonghua is worth more than the cash equivalent in social capital and cool. Meanwhile, China's smoking rates are declining. Younger generations don't smoke. Production of legacy brands is quietly being phased out. Export is basically illegal. Every pack that leaves China becomes instantly scarcer, and every regulatory crackdown makes the remaining supply more valuable. So what happens when U.S.-China tensions finally boil over? When trade routes freeze, Chinese items become a forbidden fruit and suddenly every wannabe businessman in America is looking for the one luxury good they can't buy anymore? The packs vanish overnight, absorbed into private collections, underground exchanges, and expat communities willing to pay 10× face value for a taste of home they can't legally import. My $250,000 position, therefore, isn't a "smoking trade." It's an asymmetrical bet on prohibition economics, cultural currency, and the fact that scarcity + vice + nationalism = permanent demand destruction for everyone except the people who hoarded supply. Worst case? I still have 25,000 packs of kinda-legally purchased tobacco products that don't expire, don't corrode, and retain 100% of their addictive properties indefinitely. Cigarettes are the original inflation hedge, a vice so inelastic that governments literally tax them as revenue infrastructure. Best case? China bans exports entirely, U.S. customs ramps up enforcement, or a new generation of collectors treats vintage Zhonghua the same way they treat the best cuban cigars, as scarce luxury goods that signal status. It's not wine. It's not art. It's not even crypto. It's 500,000 cigarettes that appreciate faster than they kill you, denominated in a currency (social capital) that can't be printed by any central bank. That's deep value. That's the Zhonghua Standard.

my agent had some stern words for me today

The BIGGEST opportunity in tele-operated robots is Mr. Beastian colosseum spectacle, harmless bloodsports with theatrical explosions and combat, high stakes cash prizes and human-interest drama. Contestants must MAIM and KILL other robots to change their lives

I used to work in the spirits industry, and there are many factors contributing to the decline of alcohol consumption, especially in the youth, but chief among them is that the "introduction to alcohol" pipeline broke during COVID. The culture surrounding alcohol consumption is heavily subsidized. Sporting events, music festivals, night clubs: all of these rely on sizable investments from the big players in both spirits and beer to secure funding. In exchange, the idea of drinking is pushed as being a core part of the experience. You'll see beer in European Soccer and in the American NFL, bottle service flexing culture in night clubs, "enjoy life" slogans with a smiling woman holding a drink as you attend a concert. All of this is there to reinforce what was the expected life cycle of a new drinker: underaged house party drinking → first clubbing experiences → frequenting bars. Of course, you would never see a player overtly say they target teenagers, but they know that's who they're aiming for and everything is wrapped in innuendo and claims of responsibility. You'd have teens peer pressuring each other at their own small gatherings to start drinking, keep that habit when they went to party out either by clubbing or through college parties, and then they'd keep the habit as they tire from clubbing and just "relax" with a drink or two or three at the bar. The industry moves people through three stages. When you first start drinking, alcohol is sold as a drug, to be used in large quantities as cheaply as possible. Then, you introduce it as fashion- you're cool for getting the more expensive bottles. You finally settle your consumer into alcohol-as-gastronomy and have them enjoy fancy cocktails with "premium" offerings that come from the same distilleries as the bottom of the barrel stuff. Then COVID broke everything. Gen Z bore the brunt of social life being stopped. They either missed out on that crucial part of going out with friends to drink, or they did but the habit did not get reinforced during the clubbing/partying stage. The problem is that the fashion part requires context (the proper place to do it, i.e. the club) and an audience to really get things going. No club, no audience? The drug part gets boring pretty quickly. Couple that with 21 being the official drinking age in the US, and your window of opportunity to create new consumers stopped existing. Add to that alcohol getting more expensive, health trends rising against consumption, and the rise of alternative social activities that don't center around drinking. You've got a perfect storm. Without the supporting infrastructure, the clubs, the peer pressure, the ritualized introduction to drinking culture, and coupled with changing societal views on alcohol, traditional drinking habits are becoming lame. The industry built their entire business model on a social pipeline that just doesn't hold the same weight, and they barely have new venues to expand to. The trend will probably be making the same consumer base drink more, or at least, pay more.

it's a claimdemic

Peter Griffin teaches Hatsune Miku how Diffusion Language Models work

I am in trenches you didn't even know existed

Nothing matters less in the alcohol industry than the liquid in the bottle. What matters, if you can pardon the pun, is liquidity. Yes the financial kind. Loans, advances, rebates. The two big western conglomerates, Diageo in the UK and Pernod Ricard in France, are essentially big banks that trade loans for bottle sales. They hand out cash and slick brands, and expect you to convince people to overpay for them. It took me a while to learn this. When I first got into the trade, I thought taste sold bottles. I’d pitch distillation methods and exotic ingredients, only to be met with blank expressions. "So how much are you proposing we get?" I didn't understand. They were asking the industry standard question: how much money will you give us for us to buy your product? What? Yes. Depending on where you are in the world this is called "pouring rights" or "placement contracts". The mechanics are simple: the bar gets cash (or fridges, neon signs, even a full on renovation). In return, it commits to buying a fixed volume of product, often with exclusivity clauses baked in. That means bars that serve Beefeater gin won’t be touching Tanqueray. Miss the target, and the supplier claws money back or adjusts terms. The advance is nothing more than a loan against future sales. In practical terms this would look something like, a bar will get $50k in cash + a bunch of marketing materials like those neon displays you see plastered on the walls. The brand expects this bar to then purchase 1k cases of whiskey (12 bottles/case) at $120/case wholesale over those 3 years. That’s $120,000 of product in total. Sometimes it’s rebates instead of lump sums, but the principle is the same, bars are selling their ability to move bottles in exchange for cash up front. This is the core business for the industry. Not "how good it tastes", but cash traded for a sales guarantee, sales that come from people engaging in complicated status games or good old fashioned narcotic consumption. Once I realized this, I started having fun. At tastings, if the client was too full of itself, I’d make up fake ingredient lists. Without fail, someone would proclaim they could “really taste the lemon zest” in a drink with none at all. People are quick to play the refined connoisseur. The whole industry is built on theater, just as luxury brands manufacture scarcity to achieve desirability, spirits act as a proxy for taste and culture. A Japanese whiskey collection can be a great stand-in for personality. There is something alluring about the idea of an alchemist cooking up some concoction that only you are cultured and learned enough to appreciate. I'm singling out bars here, but this happens across every modality you can imagine that centers alcohol as part of the experience. Sports, music festivals, cruises. Brands provide financial liquidity for the event to happen and some of that brand power, the fashion element that gives credibility to these events, in exchange for induced demand for their products. To give you a funny example: when Brazil hosted the 2014 FIFA World Cup, FIFA demanded that a law forbidding alcohol during matches be rescinded so they could ensure beer sales would go as planned. Brazil, of course, caved and the beer flowed. In short, spirits brands bankroll culture. They provide liquidity and fashion, venues provide the stage, and consumers pay for the performance. The drink is a prop that ties everything together. Energy drinks dabble in this too (Red Bull underwriting extreme sports), but alcohol perfected the model decades ago. So next time you’re at a bar staring at a wall of glowing bottles, remember you’re looking at a financial contract. One way to tell how corporate a bar is: check how many different brands in the same category they carry. The fewer there are, the bigger the deal behind it.

no, this one was made because I was getting dms of people telling me they couldn't stop crying and they needed to know the turtle had a happy ending

not her type, she only goes for small woodland animals

Onwards into Latent Space moot @voooooogel

Ye olde Lady Lyss de Wire

Most "creatives" hate money and avoid making it, often without realizing it This leads to complaints about being broke, which reinforces their hatred A creative who doesn't hate money will trigger an explosive reaction from those who do

please help me

I bet this feels really good for Claude

I made fan art

you are a real systems engineer now

Thank You For Reading My Feed

Hair loss will be a thing of the past

the ads are getting more targeted

my timeline

Reposting this because of sora 2 I'm seeing seasoned editors cook incredible things

UI has stayed consistent since the 1980s afaik. very info dense, built for keyboard shortcuts and with familiar terminal emulator customization

drawing my favorite moots, comment here to get added starting with @medjedowo and @norvid_studies

You Lack The CEO Mindset

it will keep going like this

I thought about it after I hit send, sadly

Crypto is Hell Godspeed @grizzle_art, it's hard being in the trenches.

Drawing my Moots: Final Update This was fun! If I missed you there's always next time!

Oh you’re schizo? You post obscure occult texts? Oh you’ve read Baudrillard and Deluze? Land too? Damn is that a post you took from Xiaohongshu?

2k followers: sound on and let's dance

It only takes 100 likes, can we do it?

AIKOCorp is hiring btw

Are You Ready To Join? Reply "Yes" To Agree

every viral post I ever made was shot from the hip, arrived fully formed in my mind; image text etc doesn't matter: If I have to stop and think before I do it, it's dead, worthless.

suddenly remembered I made this last year

I'm dying of hypothermia in northern Sweden, and as the life goes out from my eyes I can't help but think about how this relates to the challenges of growing a SaaS business. Sadly, the frostbite is setting in and I won't be able to finish typing this, goodbye

A Cat Has 9 Lives

It probably goes something like this

This is the march of the coming convergence of "creator culture" and porn, of the Mr. Beastification of smut. This means ever growing spectacle, extremism as the baseline to hook you, so they can jump through the noise of the algo. Bryan Johnson Erection Olympics.

you're gonna need this, king

User @wirelyss noticed it's the CCRU's 30th anniversary so she wanted to see if she could recite Meltdown entirely by heart

I had four drinks tonight and I decided to test my new voice pipeline with an old video, enjoy: Patrick Star's life as a salaryman

What I've been reading lately

Autonivores have switched to a more ethical source of meat: their own. Using lab-grown meat cultured from their own cells, they get genetically identical meat that closely matches their own ideal nutrient profile You are what you eat... so be yourself!

The correct way to experience virality is to pretend it never happened

I don't quite understand why this gen of founders wishes they were living the "doing coke in Miami" lifestyle

one thousand followers, this account will continue to get worse

Drawing my moots update 2

this keeps happening lately

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