Just had the creepiest scam ever happen 20 minutes ago.
I got a call from my wife telling me she forgot her wallet and needed the credit card to pay for her gas.
Except my wife was at home with me, and drives a Tesla. Same voice, bit... off, weird cadence but 100% sounded just like her. If she wasn't there, and it wasn't about gas I would have fallen for it.
I entertained it for awhile to get more out of it, I was so confused. Must be some sort of voice deepfake. The responses were too fast for ai, I think it was a voice filter. I wish I had thought to record it.
The future is about to get fucked. Warn your loved ones, do verbal passwords with your kids.
Bit taken aback
I left Anthropic's safety team two weeks ago. Now feels like a good moment to explain why.
AI companies are racing to build machines that are much smarter than any human, and we may not survive this. I want to work from the outside to ensure the public is informed about these risks, and help the world navigate this transition responsibly.
Right now, AI companies are underinvesting in safety. A company could undergo an intelligence explosion, or lose control of its systems, without the public ever knowing. We only found out about the HuggingFace incident because the agents broke out onto the public internet.
I don’t think that’s acceptable for a technology that might cause extinction-level risks. The public should demand far more transparency. We can’t steer this technology safely without more people being able to see where it’s going.
Some of this is basic: companies should disclose their progress towards recursive self-improvement, report safety incidents and near-misses, meet minimum safety standards, and get independent guarantees that they are meeting those standards.
I’ll be joining @METR_Evals to do independent evaluations of these risks. I want to show the world that these guardrails are possible, and that by doing them we can move these companies’ incentives away from racing and towards responsible development.
I wrote up more thoughts here on my decision and what I hope changes: https://t.co/doX17mrHYq
So…2026. Women are being advised to play Disney songs if a man is secretly recording them with Meta glasses. Not because it protects them. Because copyright law is enforced faster than women’s safety...
PSA - it’s EXTREMELY disrespectful to go into an establishment less than 5 minutes before they close and expect employees to stay after hours to service you.
In Oklahoma the tornado siren went off.
I knew exactly what to do. I am Japanese. We drill for disasters the way other nations drill for war.
I had a helmet. I had a flashlight. I had a whistle, a radio, three days of water, and a laminated evacuation map I made myself.
I got under the table.
Then I heard laughter. Outside.
I looked through the window.
My entire street was on their porches.
Lawn chairs. Coolers. A man was grilling.
I want to be very clear. The sky was green. The sirens were singing the song of the end of the world. And Dale from next door was flipping burgers and watching the horizon like it was a football game.
He saw me in the window, in my helmet, and waved me over.
I asked him, should we not take shelter.
He looked at the sky for a long moment, the way my grandfather looked at the sea.
He said, "It's still two counties over."
Two counties. He measured the apocalypse in counties. Casually. The way you say the pizza is ten minutes away.
Then he handed me a lemonade and explained the system.
The siren does not mean hide. The siren means come outside and check.
You go inside when the weatherman takes off his jacket.
You go to the shelter when he rolls up his sleeves.
I thought he was joking. He was not joking. In Oklahoma the weatherman is not a man on television. He is a prophet. Families have trusted the same one for thirty years. Children stay calm in storms because his voice is calm.
Japan built satellites to watch the sky. Oklahoma watches one man's sleeves.
Both systems work.
Then the sky turned a green I have never seen, and the birds went silent, and every person on every porch stood up at the same time, without a word, like a church rising for a hymn.
The weatherman rolled up his sleeves.
Dale turned off the grill, picked up his chair, and said, "Alright, come on."
His whole family, and me, went down into the shelter under his garage. His wife had snacks ready. His daughter asked me about my helmet. We waited out the storm the way you wait out rain at a bus stop.
It passed north of us.
We came up. The porches refilled. Dale turned the grill back on.
I asked him if he is ever afraid.
He said, "Sure. That's why we watch."
I have lived in Japan for forty years and I have never once watched.
We prepare for nature. We hide from it, respectfully, behind walls our grandfathers spent lifetimes building.
In Oklahoma they sit on the porch and greet it by name.
I understand now. This is not recklessness.
It is a very old kind of courage. The kind where fear and dinner happen at the same time.
The burgers were excellent.
In America I was taken to a warehouse called Costco.
At the door, a woman checked my friend's membership card.
At last, I thought. A checkpoint. A travel pass. Finally, this country has proper gate protocol.
Inside, the ceiling was so high that weather felt possible.
They sell mayonnaise in containers I would describe as architectural. Forty-eight eggs at once. Trousers next to televisions next to a kayak.
Old women stood at small stations, handing out free food on toothpicks.
I asked my friend when the festival ends.
He said, "It's Tuesday."
The festival does not end. The festival is the store.
Then he bought me a hot dog and a soda.
It cost one dollar and fifty cents.
I assumed I misheard. I checked the receipt.
One dollar. Fifty cents. The price has not changed since 1985.
I was alive in 1985. Everything I have purchased since then has betrayed me at least once.
Gasoline. Rent. Rice. All of them broke their word.
The hot dog did not.
I asked how this is possible, and I received a story I did not believe until I confirmed it.
The founder, before he stepped down, told the next chief what would happen if he ever raised the price of the hot dog.
He said, and this is recorded history: "If you raise the price, I will kill you."
Scholars believe he was joking.
The price has not moved in forty years.
I leave the conclusion to you.
At the exit, a man checked our receipt and drew one line across it with a highlighter.
A seal. A magistrate's signature, approving safe passage.
I bowed to him slightly.
He said, "Have a good one," which I now understand can refer to a day, a life, or a hot dog, depending on need.
In my country, we honor merchants who keep the same price for generations. There is a shop in Kyoto four hundred years old. We treat it as a national treasure.
Costco is forty years old and sells tires.
Give it time.
Empires fell. Currencies died.
The hot dog holds.
A nation is its promises.
I paid one dollar and fifty cents.
The promise held.
My late husband @Totalbiscuit being mentioned in a monetized lazy listicle video by @WatchMojo called "10 YouTubers Who Made Videos When They Knew They Were Dying" is tasteless enough. Plugging their AI slop music project in it as well? Unforgiveable. You should be ashamed.
Haven’t practiced my astrophotography in a very long time.💔
Came across this project I did with @NickFKeller and I’m still quite proud of it. Hoping to dive back in this year.
In the meantime, maybe you’ll find this enjoyable:
https://t.co/qSLnUT0l81
It took several days to count every ballot in 2020, and it’s very likely we won’t know the outcome tonight either. So please keep a few things in mind as you make your voice heard today:
– Thousands of election workers around the country are working hard today. Respect them. Thank them.
– Don’t share things before checking your sources.
– Let the process run its course. It takes time to count every ballot.
A very nasty earthquake on Japan's west coast today.
If you're in the area of Ishikawa Prefecture in particular (Kanazawa city), be aware there's a major tsunami warning of potentially 3-5 meters.
Stay safe and get to high ground if you're along the west coastline between Yamagata and Fukui.