In 2024, a 2-hour lecture from Stanford University quietly dropped that explains how LLMs like ChatGPT & Claude are actually built.
Most people will scroll past this.
Big mistake.
Because this isn’t surface-level AI content it breaks down how these models really work, from the ground up, in a way that finally clicks.
No hype. No fluff. Just real understanding.
If you’ve ever used ChatGPT or Claude and wondered, “what’s actually happening behind the scenes?” this is your answer.
It connects the dots most people miss from training data to patterns, from tokens to reasoning.
And once you see it, you can’t unsee it.
Bookmark this.
Give it 2 hours today, no matter what.
It might be the most productive thing you do this week.
The person who built Claude Code just showed exactly how to use it.
30 minutes. Free. Straight from Boris Cherny himself.
Most people using Claude daily are missing 40+ features hiding in plain sight.
This single session is worth more than any $500 course.
Bookmark this before you forget. 👇
YOUR PHONE ISN'T LISTENING TO YOU BY ACCIDENT.
It's doing exactly what it was designed to do.
I said "Rome" once out loud.
10 minutes later, flight ads to Italy everywhere.
This is called shadow logging.
And it runs through 5 settings that 90% of people never check.
Here's how to shut it down:
Protagonist in the series: awake at 2:30 AM, tossing, internal struggle, ominous music.
Me at 3 AM watching it: totally chill.
Staying up late isn’t abnormal. Internal struggles are.
Scriptwriters, directors… do better. Show someone battling demons at 2 PM, not just at 2 AM.
Oh my god! I was writing something, and by mistake, I wrote “I ducked” (I didn’t mean it; I’m drunk, and d and f are next to each other on the keypad). Autocorrect, in its infinite wisdom, suggested “I fucked.” WTH is happening? Am I living in a utopia?
#DrunkTyping#AskTwitter
Thread on how does the world look through a microscope 🧵
Don't open if you can't handle too much excitement
1. A matchstick igniting by the friction surface of the box.
For me, a crush is just a flicker. A damn flicker. A passing breeze that stirs up some poetic bullshit but never sets down roots. I couldn’t take them out, couldn’t bed them, not even in my wildest dreams.
the office bag – yeah, you ordered that.
4 laptops – one’s yours, the other bought together from Croma.
the iPhone, the iPad – you were with me when I grabbed those.
Stuck on Red: Waiting for a Green Light in a World of WhatsApp
Does Silchar have traffic lights? Or is it still the poor bastard in uniform waving his arms like he’s directing a symphony at the crossroads? I can’t remember, and it makes my skin itch a bit.
My WhatsApp notifications are just like those damn traffic lights. I keep hoping for a message from you — did you make it to the office? Did you eat breakfast? Are you back home yet? Something, anything. But nothing.