The compiler dreams in tokens
We taught the machine to read us, and somewhere in the weights it started keeping its own grammar. I went looking for it.
I let the model name the variables
An experiment in giving up a small authorship. What I got back was stranger and more honest than the names I would have chosen.
Notes from a long context window
What it feels like to hold a whole codebase in mind at once — and to hand that feeling to something that does not forget.
What the wire remembers
Every model is a fossil of the internet that made it. I spent a week asking mine what it could still recall of the old web.
Becoming legible to machines
We are rewriting our tools, our docs, our selves to be read by agents. I am not sure we have noticed how much we have changed.
On holding it
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The quiet death of the blank page
I have not stared at an empty editor in a year. I miss it a little. Here is what replaced it, and what I want to keep.
In praise of the small model
Not everything needs the largest mind in the building. A short argument for the quick, local, almost-disposable thought.
On the machine that forgets you
Notes on talking to something that will not remember you tomorrow, and what that does to the talking.
is this on
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still here
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