Today we're releasing the Pangram Chrome Extension, which automatically flags AI-generated content as you scroll your feed.
We're sick of having to constantly be on guard for AI slop on social media.
For most of human history, if a piece of writing was grammatical, coherent, and well-structured, you were safe in assuming that somebody put some thought into producing it. That assumption no longer holds true: AI has severed the relationship between form and content, destroying the credibility signal we once relied on.
The Pangram Chrome extension restores that signal. It scans your feed as you scroll, flagging AI-generated and AI-assisted content in real time and showing you how much of your feed is machine-written. Works on X, LinkedIn, Reddit, Substack, and Medium.
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WAIT. This is actually insane.
A senior dev dropped the SOUL .md template behind his Hermes Agent. Says he's never shared this before.
The sections that turn your agent from a chatbot into an autonomous operator:
→ Stance: direct, opinionated, push back when I'm vague
→ Accountability: surface opportunities, flag stalled loops
→ Autonomy: broad freedom except for irreversible actions
→ Mission: priorities, active builds, debt, sunset candidates
→ Pushback: disagree openly, earn it with evidence
→ Operating Mode: orchestration, not solo execution
The author says three sections decide if the agent acts like an operator: Stance, Autonomy, and Mission.
The Autonomy section alone is worth the whole template. Most builders never write this out and then wonder why their agent asks permission for every action.
(Full template in the comments)
At college I lived with a girl who slept with a new guy almost every time we went out
Four years after college, she reappeared as a devout Christian, engaged to a virgin who thought he'd found the most innocent girl in the world
At college we lived in a big student apartment with maybe 18 people. She drank 3/4 times a week, which wasn't unusual, we all did
What was unusual was that every time she got drunk, within 5 minutes, without fail, she was kissing some new guy
Then she'd sneak away into the night and bring him back to the accommodation, and in the early morning she'd kick him out of her room and we'd hear someone leave
This went on for the entire two years I lived with her. I heard from another friend that it went on through her third year at college too when he lived with her
I would estimate in that period she slept with 150 people, and that's conservative. I mean at least 150, maybe 200
After graduating I didn't speak to her for about four years
Then randomly she got back in touch on WhatsApp and asked what I was doing
She was working in a job at some large company now in HR, and then she randomly tells me, by the way I'm engaged now
I said cool, how did you meet him?
She said that around 2 years ago she had a big epiphany. She started attending church with a friend from work, had a complete renewal of faith, that she now believed completely in Jesus, and said her whole life had changed in all ways
She said she quit drinking and left her old ways behind. Six months later, at the same church, she met a guy who was also a devout Christian and (I later found out) was waiting until marriage before having sex for the first time
A couple months later I was at an event in the city she lived in and met up with both of them. I just wanted to see if she had changed and what he was like, I guess, a kind of morbid curiosity
And this guy was just head over heels in love with her. Totally in love
He treated her like a princess. Like the most beautiful innocent being that exists on earth
Like it was the picture of young innocent love
Clearly his first time really falling in love, and he'd chosen his special princess
Obviously I was happy for both of them
Happy for her because I had seen the misery, the alcohol, all these guys she had zero connection with and on some level it was obviously good that she had turned her life around quicklh
But on another level I felt uneasy
Because if I was that guy, I would certainly want to know
But I also don't think all guys do want to know. And I don't think it's a strangers responsibility to inform them
You meet someone at a certain point in their life. You don't necessarily know who they've been, what they've done, what their character used to be, or anything at all about them
People start again all the time
I've seen people do terrible things and move on unaffected. I've seen women like this live in the most bohemian way possible and have it be almost completely inconsequential to their marriage
Anyway, this was a year ago
Now they have a young child. She's a stay at home mother and he works 7 days a week to support her, still believing she's the most innocent Christian girl in the world, just like him and that they are a match made in heaven
And who can judge? Maybe they are
But there's something strange about it that I still can't quite put my finger on
The things you know about people, and the greater unethicalness of saying them. The feeling that if you were him, you'd want to know, but also that it is not up to you to ruin anyone's relationship
I don't think this is the only time this has happened. I can think of at least a couple more. But this is the one that stands out in my mind as the most extreme
It made me wonder how much of love depends on meeting someone after the part of their life that would have totally changed how you saw them
And maybe his inexperience was on some level the only thing that kept him naive enough for the marriage to happen
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@paulg Learning grammar in college doesn't capture Arabic's structural density. Classical scholars used to synthesize entire sciences into 1,000-line rhythmic poems (Mutun) to minimize cognitive load and maximize retention. That’s ultimate algorithmic compression, not just editing
I see your profile picture. That’s Johnny Cash. My hero too. Arrested seven times. Smuggled 668 amphetamines across the Mexican border in 1965. Took every drug there was and drank like I did. Cheated on his first wife. Slept with more woman than I ever did. Hit bottom in a cave in Tennessee in 1968 trying to crawl off and die. And then he got up. He got clean. He spent the rest of his life singing for prisoners and addicts and the people the country threw away because he knew he was one of them.
That was the whole point of the Man in Black. He wore it for the poor and the beaten down. He wore it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime. He wore it for the ones who never heard a word of Jesus. He wore it for the addicted and the dying. He wore it as a standing witness that no one is past saving.
You picked his picture. You did not pick his message. Try listening to the words.
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To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
When I was an FBI Agent, I boarded planes armed every single time.
The variables—airport, airline, TSA, gate agents, pilots, flight attendants—made every trip a unique adventure.
The spectrum was wild: one minute you’re treated like a celebrity, the next like a potential villain who needs a polygraph.
Oklahoma City rolled out the red carpet.
Dulles acted like I was making it all up.
Check-in would send you to the gate rep, who often looked confused why you were bothering them.
Boarding was chaos. Some pilots lit up and wanted to chat; others stared like “Why the hell is this guy on my flight deck?”
Flight attendants ranged from “Can I get you anything?” to “Ugh, not one of these guys again.”
It never went the same way twice.
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South Korea ETF $EWY put open interest surged to around 880k contracts, quadrupled in recent weeks, while the ETF dropped 14% on Friday.
For context, South Korea shows 2.0% GDP growth and 2.3% inflation for 2026 with a solid 5.3% current account surplus.
Interesting hedging spike. What’s your take on the Korea market outlook?
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Notion just removed Anthropic models.
Opus 4.7 and 4.8 degraded, causing higher failure rates in Notion AI.
The harshest model review is not a benchmark. It is your partner removing you from the model picker.
This matches my experience too: Opus 4.8 has felt weirdly worse than Opus 4.6 lately.
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@zerohedge Classic ZeroHedge headline. Reality: This week’s inflation data is the real catalyst. Hot CPI/PPI = higher for longer rates and tech pressure. Cool data = relief rally. Volatility expected. Smart money is playing defense into the prints. How are you positioned this week?
My coworker died shortly after giving birth.
The doctors managed to bring her back twice before losing her.
That’s not even the saddest part.
A few months before she went into labor, our team was planning a baby shower for her.
She kept insisting we didn’t need to make a fuss.
Every time someone asked what gifts she wanted, she’d say:
“Just bring yourselves. I already have everything.”
After she passed, her husband came into the office to collect some of her things.
A sweater.
A framed photo.
A plant she kept on her desk.
Then he noticed the unopened baby shower gifts stacked in the corner.
Nobody knew what to say.
He just stood there staring at them.
Then he quietly said:
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Deutschland hat ein Problem.
Nur 3,3% der Bevölkerung sind Millionäre.
In den USA: 8,8%.
Nicht weil Deutsche weniger arbeiten.
Sondern weil sie weniger investieren.
Tagesgeld statt Aktien.
Sparbuch statt Depot.
Angst statt Rendite.
Wir brauchen mehr Millionäre in Deutschland.
👉 Was hält Deutsche deiner Meinung nach vom Investieren ab?
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Deutschland arbeitet hart, aber lässt sein Geld schlafen. Während in den USA der Vermögensaufbau über den Kapitalmarkt tief verwurzelt ist, regieren hierzulande oft noch Sparbuch-Nostalgie und Risikoaversion.
Die bittere Wahrheit: Wer Inflation mit dem Tagesgeldkonto bekämpfen will, verliert. Wohlstand entsteht nicht durch Verzicht, sondern durch kluge Investitionen. Wir brauchen dringend eine neue, mutige Aktienkultur statt der altbekannten German Angst. 📉➡️📈
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Nasdaq minus 4 %.
Halbleiter im freien Fall.
VIX explodiert um 34 %.
Wer jetzt noch glaubt, KI-Aktien gehen nur nach oben, hat 2000 nicht erlebt.
Aber wer jetzt panisch verkauft, verpasst vielleicht den größten Rebound der Dekade.
Die entscheidende Frage: Hast du einen Plan... oder reagierst du nur auf den Schmerz?
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@Pirat_Nation If every game needs massive wishlists before people can find it, then discovery is already over. You're not surfacing future hits anymore, you're just ranking marketing budgets.
They called them flying coffins. The men who volunteered to fly them knew exactly why.
The Allied gliders of D-Day were made of fabric stretched over a frame of wood and metal tubing. They had no engine. No armor. No weapons. No parachutes for the men inside. They were towed to France at 130 mph on the end of a 300-foot nylon rope attached to a C-47, and when the rope was cut, there was one chance to land.
One. No go-arounds. No second approach. Whatever was below you was where you were going.
What was below them was Normandy at night.
The Germans had spent weeks preparing. Under orders from Field Marshal Rommel, they had driven wooden stakes into every open field in the region, angled to impale gliders on landing. The French called them Rommelspargel. Rommel's asparagus. Thousands of poles, many with mines or artillery shells wired to the tips, packed into every field large enough to land on.
What the glider pilots had not been properly told was the scale of the Norman hedgerows. The bocage. These were not English garden hedges. They were ancient earthen walls, some dating back centuries, topped with dense root systems and trees, rising 50 feet in places, bordering fields barely 200 yards long. A Horsa glider coming in at 100 mph hitting a hedgerow did not survive it. Neither did most people inside.
Some fields were flooded. Some were mined. Many were both.
517 gliders went into Normandy. 97 percent were abandoned in the field by the end of the operation. Most were destroyed.
General Don Pratt, assistant commander of the 101st Airborne, was in the first glider wave. His pilot managed to find a field near Hiesville and brought the glider down. It slid across the wet grass without slowing and hit a hedgerow at speed. The co-pilot died instantly. The pilot, Lieutenant Colonel Mike Murphy, broke both legs. General Pratt suffered a broken neck. He became the first American general to die in the Battle of Normandy. His glider had landed in one piece.
Sergeant Eric Wilson's glider did not. It hit a building at high speed. Both of Wilson's legs were broken. He was trapped inside the wreckage, unable to move, in enemy-held Normandy, for two and a half days before anyone reached him.
Lieutenant Den Brotheridge had come in earlier than anyone, in the first glider to land in France, the silent coup de main assault on Pegasus Bridge just after midnight. His glider stopped 47 yards from its target. He led his men out at a run, reached the bridge, and was shot. He died within minutes, the first Allied soldier killed by enemy fire on D-Day.
The men who survived the landing did not get to stop. Glider pilots were not assigned to combat units. Once down, they were expected to fight as infantry, dig foxholes, guard prisoners, carry ammunition, do whatever was needed. Most of them had trained to fly, not to fight on the ground behind enemy lines in the dark.
They did it anyway.
Of the 517 gliders that went in, 222 were Horsa gliders. Most were destroyed either on landing or by German fire in the hours that followed. The Waco CG-4As fared slightly better but 97 percent of all gliders from the entire operation were eventually abandoned in Norman fields, broken and empty.
The men who flew them were not pilots in the traditional sense. They were soldiers who had been given just enough training to put an unarmed, engineless box of fabric and wood into a dark foreign field at 100 mph, full of men and equipment, with one attempt and no margin for error.
Many of them got it exactly right.
Many of them did not come home.
Today is June 6th.
Remember them too.
Lamentável. Mas absolutamente previsível.
Durante meses, a Direita Trans EAD agiu como se a política fosse uma disputa de torcida organizada, não uma atividade que exige articulação, inteligência estratégica e capacidade de construir alianças.
Em vez de ampliar a base, preferiu atacar aliados. Em vez de somar forças, escolheu criar inimigos. Em vez de pensar em 2026, passou o tempo travando guerras de ego nas redes sociais.
O resultado começa a aparecer de forma cada vez mais clara.
Enquanto o grupo apostava todas as fichas na força do sobrenome Bolsonaro e na ideia de que a sucessão estaria automaticamente garantida, a realidade mostrou algo bem diferente: apoio político não é herança, liderança não é patrimônio familiar e votos não surgem por decreto.
A continuação da queda de Flávio nas projeções é apenas um sintoma de um problema muito maior. O que está em crise não é apenas um nome, mas uma estratégia inteira baseada em arrogância política, personalismo e incapacidade de dialogar com setores que poderiam compor uma frente competitiva.
O mais impressionante é que ninguém pode culpar a esquerda por isso.
Essa erosão é produzida pela própria direita trans EAD. É resultado direto de meses dedicados a ataques internos, perseguição de divergentes e destruição sistemática de pontes que levaram anos para serem construídas.
Enquanto outros grupos buscavam ampliar espaço e conquistar novos apoios, a Direita Trans EAD parecia preocupada apenas em definir quem seria o próximo inimigo da semana.
Agora surge a conta.
E ela está chegando exatamente da forma como muitos alertaram que chegaria.
Quem defendia união foi ridicularizado. Quem alertava para os riscos foi tratado como traidor. Quem apontava erros estratégicos era atacado como adversário.
Hoje, os números mostram aquilo que a arrogância se recusou a enxergar.
A política real não perdoa bolhas. Não perdoa vaidades. Não perdoa projetos familiares colocados acima de projetos políticos.
A grande ironia é que talvez a Direita Trans EAD tenha realizado o que seus adversários jamais conseguiram fazer: enfraquecer a própria direita por iniciativa própria.
Depois de meses queimando pontes, descobrem que não existe aplicativo, live ou meme capaz de reconstruí-las da noite para o dia.
E quanto mais o tempo passa, mais evidente fica o tamanho do erro.
Parabéns aos estrategistas da destruição. O resultado está aparecendo exatamente como muitos previram. 🤡
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Raw DNA → imputation → PRS/protein signals → pharmacogenomics → variant evidence → auditable reports.
The goal isn’t a DNA chatbot. It’s biology converted into verifiable product infrastructure.