A framework for publicity based on ancient divination practices and The Overton Window.
Next step is to turn this into a custom GPT.
https://t.co/Y2BYPit40R
Let me explain why an AI art company just built a full-body medical scanner, because almost everyone is reading this as a random pivot.
Ultrasonic CT works by firing sound through your body and recording the ripples that scatter back. Half a million emitters the size of a grain of sand, surrounding you in water, each one listening. What comes back is noise. Reconstructing a clean 3D image of muscle and tissue from that scattered acoustic mess is an inverse problem, and it is brutally hard. The hardware is the easy part. Butterfly Network already makes the chips. The reconstruction is where every previous attempt stalled.
That reconstruction is the exact problem Midjourney spent years getting good at. Turning ambiguous input into a coherent image is what they do. They aimed it at sound waves instead of text prompts.
This is why the scan takes 60 seconds while a full-body MRI takes 60 to 90 minutes. Close to 100x faster, no radiation, no magnets, resolution down to a fraction of a millimeter.
Then read the part most people skipped. The scans happen at a spa. Hot tubs, cold plunges, and a machine that quietly images your whole body while you relax. The scan is a side effect. You barely notice it.
Run it forward. The plan is 50,000 machines doing a billion scans every month. Midjourney has no investors and no quarterly hardware margin to chase. The payoff was never the scan fee.
A billion monthly full-body scans is the largest longitudinal map of human anatomy ever assembled. Every model trained on it gets sharper, and every sharper model makes the next scan worth more. This was always an image company. They just found a kind of image nobody else could generate.
Unreal Engine 5.8 has AI integration with Claude and Codex.
Runs in terminal beside the engine, connected via MCP to fully control the Editor.
Place props, generate cities procedurally, and even art direct the lighting.
Unreal Engine 5.8 available today.
Pretty much any Unreal game from now on is gonna need an AI label.
We’re excited to introduce Taste Labs.
Our mission is to end AI slop. We’re building the data and infrastructure layer to give AI models and agents taste.
And today we’re coming out of stealth, announcing our $18.5M seed funding, co-led by @CRV and @AmplifyPartners
AI has nailed objective domains and made it easy to generate anything. But it still feels off. Now, the challenge is judgement. What fits, what feels like you, what’s GREAT. This requires turning a fuzzy, subjective domain into something we can measure and codify. We’re starting with design.
There are two sides to cracking this, the foundation model layer and the agent layer:
- We’ve already been working with the top frontier labs to evaluate and improve their models, crafting the right post-training data and RL environments.
- We’ve also been working with app-layer companies to build the context and verification tools for their agents to produce better, more on-brand, more creative outputs.
We want a future where AI feels right.
If you’re passionate about this mission, join us!
About my Samurai Travels Through America series.
People see a samurai talking about chips and salsa and assume the goal must have been realism, journalism, or persuasion.
For me it was none of those things.
The foundation was comedy.
A lot of Japanese comedy starts with an obviously ridiculous premise and then commits to it completely. You take something absurd and refuse to break character. The audience understands the premise is impossible, and the humor comes from watching the character apply that worldview to ordinary situations.
That was the samurai.
A man from a completely different time trying to understand chain restaurants, diners, parking lots, free refills, and all the small things that modern Americans barely notice anymore.
To a Japanese audience, that setup is immediately recognizable as comedy.
What I did not expect is that many Americans seemed to react less to the joke itself and more to the feeling behind it.
One thing that may be difficult to explain is the role comedy plays in Japan.
Of course we laugh because things are funny.
But comedy is also a way of dealing with everyday life.
Life is difficult. Prices go up. People worry about work, family, money, health, and the future.
So there is a tendency to look for small moments of humor, gratitude, absurdity, or beauty in ordinary life.
People often try to make each other laugh not because life is easy, but because it is difficult.
I think that mindset influenced these posts more than people realize.
I was not trying to expose anyone.
I was not trying to embarrass anyone.
I was not trying to convince anyone of a political position.
I was trying to take ordinary things and look at them from a strange angle.
The surprising part is what happened next.
I expected people to laugh.
Instead, people started talking about their grandparents, their hometown restaurants, childhood memories, road trips, first jobs, favorite diners, and places that no longer exist.
At some point I realized many people were no longer talking about my posts.
They were talking about their own lives.
That was never part of the original plan.
The original joke was simply that a confused samurai had arrived in modern America.
What seems to have happened is that some readers used that outsider's perspective to look again at parts of American life they had stopped noticing.
Whether that was because of nostalgia, affection, pride, or something else, I honestly don't know.
I'm still trying to understand it myself.
The idea itself is actually very old.
Take an impossible character.
Place him in an ordinary situation.
Then see what happens.
That's all it was.
I expected comedy.
I did not expect nostalgia.
I certainly did not expect 150,000 new followers in a week.
But that's what happened.
And thank you all for enjoying it.
I'll keep the samurai wandering around America a little while longer.
Although, after getting carried away and posting nearly 100 times a day, absolutely nothing started going viral anymore. 😂
X is genuinely difficult.
One week: +150,000 followers.
The next week: 5,000 impressions and double-digit likes.
Incredible technology. Nobody understands how it works.
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In America, I sat down to dinner at an Italian family's house, and I have not eaten that much since the famine years, and there was no famine.
The grandmother — the nonna — set a plate of pasta before me. I cleared it with honor. The moment the plate was empty, a fuller one landed in its place, before I had set down my fork.
I understood. This was a test of endurance. A siege. She would press until I broke, and I would not break.
I cleared the second plate. A third arrived, heavier.
"Eat, eat, you're too skinny."
Too skinny. So this was the charge against me — that I had arrived weak, and she meant to repair me by force before I left her gate. I respected it. I straightened my back and cleared the third plate to defend my honor as a guest.
A fourth came. Meatballs now, reinforcements brought up from the kitchen.
"There's plenty more, hon, don't be shy."
Don't be shy. She was telling me the enemy's supply lines were endless, that her larder could outlast any man's stomach. A lesser warrior would have surrendered. I loosened my belt one notch — a tactical withdrawal, not a retreat — and advanced on the meatballs.
I began to sweat. My vision narrowed to the rim of the plate. Somewhere a man was speaking of the football. I could not turn my head.
A fifth plate approached, carried in her two small hands.
"You barely touched anything."
Five plates. My fork had stopped halfway to my mouth, trembling. I searched, in my swimming head, for a defense worthy of the moment, some final stand a warrior might make at the gates of his own ruin.
Her grandson, watching from the doorway, just shrugged at me.
"Yeah. Nobody beats Nonna."
I had nothing.
Silence.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
This is really big news. Google introduced the Open Knowledge Format (OKF) - a standardized way to store information in a directory of markdown files. Makes it really easy to make a digital brain that agents can use.
These files can serve as a living wiki. You can give agents the ability to query them or edit them. They can interlink.
Seems to me this could replace Notion or Obsidian. I can think of so many uses for this.
Google's blog post: https://t.co/DqSjg4UpvH
An easier to understand explanation is the SPEC.md file:
https://t.co/A3qSz3Tfas
I gave those two links to Antigravity and asked how we could use it for any of the projects we're working on. It came up with so many ideas. I would imagine Claude Fable 5 would whip up some pretty amazing things based on this system.
Currently creating an OKF library of our pepper garden. It's going to be a fun weekend.
fucking incredible quote from Cregger, a writer i admire:
"having your brain sucked into your phone for hours a day is *robbing you of the boredom* that is crucial to having ideas."
BRING 👏 BACK 👏 BOREDOM 👏