Got em. I poison my AGENTS.md (and other things like code comments) all over the place with prompt injections like this to find people who don't review their code and sling it off to another human. Catches folks all the time and then its an instant ban.
As I've said, I don't care if you don't review your own code. But if you're submitting code to an OSS project and crossing a human boundary, it is simple courtesy to do some human review.
I have completely flipped WordPress on its end and turned it into a headless AI runtime and operating system
This includes a WordPress Playground-powered browser agent
I need to write about this but i'm still cooking
The next and final(?) piece is deterministic self-improving loops
Been a crazy ride since i joined Automattic
Long live WordPress
In a world in which federal agencies are doing their best to keep data from patients "protected" under 200 layers of regulations and IRB restrictions, posting such data publicly is in itself a service to science. When I was doing research, regulations on human tissue could delay a study by more than a year in the worst cases.
I hope more people do this.
ChatGPT might be the best WordPress page builder I’ve ever used 👀🙃
Which sounds ridiculous. But I’m not sure it is. Last night, I rebuilt my wife’s yoga studio website using ChatGPT and WordPress.
The reason it worked so well is speed of creative iteration.
Inside one chat, I can work with something that feels like a designer, front-end developer, and design system creator at the same time.
I can explore visual directions, reject them, refine them, turn them into systems, and then generate the pages.
All incredibly quickly.
I also had a bit of a eureka moment: instead of fighting the fact that AI is incredibly good at generating clean front-end code, I leant into it.
That made the whole process feel more creative. And in my experience, it led to much better results.
Here’s a full step-by-step guide 👇
https://t.co/j5GtyPRk4K
A new gene therapy dramatically, and permanently, reduces LDL cholesterol. If approved, it could eliminate one of the leading causes of heart disease with a single infusion.
Most heart attacks are the result of years of exposure to this ‘bad cholesterol’ your doctor might’ve told you about. Since the late 80s, the solution has been statins — pills you have to take daily.
Now, a new gene therapy called VERVE-102 is showing promise at finally tackling the underlying cause of high cholesterol... all with just one round of treatment.
@cremieuxrecueil explains 👇
Josh Baer died last night. He founded Capital Factory and built the Austin startup community, then helped it spread across Texas. He gave first, always. I wrote down what he meant to me.
https://t.co/6TEarm338V
This represents learnings from the last couple years we've spent writing for https://t.co/1Mpg0fDd4d, the various WordPress social accounts, and various other project sites. My favorite learning?
One of the most impactful changes we made was communicating values. Handing over the project's philosophy and GPL freedoms immediately improved output from all the AI models.
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.