Anthropic's managed agents hold a similar view: no replayable/rewindable sandbox is needed, the execution environment can be ephemeral, and agents are able to use its historical session records for reconstruct the environment
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Opus 4.6 is insane.
Today we vibecoded what might be the best vibecoding setup in the world: a mirroring solution to use the @daylightco DC-1 as external display for my Mac.
Anything you do on a Mac — now on a paperlike screen, no blue light, no PWM flicker
→ more relaxed nervous system & clear focus
@Altimor Yes. The experience of claude code post-Opus 4.5, and especially post-Hyperion/OpenClaw, etc. permits no other conclusion than a 1000x increase in energy demand.
When I was still a student at the conservatory, my professors used to call me ‘Beethoven Girl’. Not just because I was the best Beethoven player they had, you see I had an unhealthy obsession with trying to get these notes to resonate at Beethoven’s truest intent.
I read what he read. I ate what he ate. I engulfed myself in Voltaire and Kant to breathe the same air of Enlightenment he breathed. To experience the frequencies he could not hear but were realer to him than his own reality. I learned from his students directly — Wilhelm Kempff and John O’Conor.
When I realized every piece of sheet music was altered by production for copyright purposes, I flew to Europe to get my hands on the First Edition of Beethoven Sonatas from Budapest. I hand painted this specific third movement on the walls of my dorm.
I graduated the conservatory with this as my final performance and went on to use it for my audition piece to get accepted as a fine arts major in university. The piece in its entirety is 1 hour long.
Here is Beethoven’s Sonata No 17 in D minor, the third movement—Tempest—performed to the enlightenment with which he originally intended.
Yours truly,
Beethoven Girl
@A13Docmo El hecho más trágico sobre este edificio es que fue horriblemente mutilado por unos vándalos escandinavos hace varios años. El magnífico óculo y la escalera de granito ya no existen.
There's this kind of sociopathic defacement of civil society in the name of "achievement" where we form a lipid bilayer of ego membrane, something on the outside that assumes this is all par for the course, and something internal that feels like we're winking at one another backstage, "oh isn't this sneaky" our inner selves want to say to each other, like eating cookies before dinner or opening presents before Christmas.
What the child self longing for recognition fails to recognize is that the achievement of culture isn't material success but what material success affords: respect for ritual, protecting what is sacred in the face of survival pressure. Candide and Pangloss sitting over their meal, starved for days, refusing to eat because not everyone is yet seated.
The inversion of priorities, of what cultures achievements really are, creates a Carthaginian fetish, where sacrificing children to Moloch for wealth is turned into using wealth to sacrifice more children, its own end and means.
It is one thing to build temples and lose yourself in the task, forgetting to eat.
It is something else to go to the temple in greasy overalls when you had time to change, so everyone knows you work so hard as to risk scorn of breaking taboo.
It is performative and empty. You betray yourself for nothing.
Go code on a mountaintop. All you prove is your willingness to climb a worthless summit.