Today is a hard day. I shared this note with the @linear team today: We’ve made the difficult decision to increase our workforce. This is not a cost-cutting exercise or a reflection of anyone’s performance. We’re simply reimagining every role for the agentic AI era. We’re hiring. We’re sorry about that.
Lots of folks at our wedding used Riya Collective to source Indian clothes, and I've been looking for ways to find more Indian designers. I'm so glad Riya Collective is back!
look what we’ve been building 👀
buying indian clothes in the US is still way harder than it should be
so we brought riya back
riya 2.0 - vibe coded, with direct designer access + an AI stylist on top
link 👇🏽
I got completely owned by the most sophisticated hack I've ever encountered.
I'm a developer. I know what scams look like.
This didn't look like one.
🧵
I've been seeing more videos of people giving interviews and sharing insights lately with zero attribution (where did this interview happen? who is this person speaking?). Are these real or AI-generated?
I don’t remember most of my life the way I thought I would.
Some of that is easy to explain. There were early years when I was taking pills, drinking a lot, and losing whole nights to blackouts. But it’s not just that. Even the best parts of my life, the highlights, the moments I thought I was really living, don’t stay with me the way I expect them to.
That’s the cruel thing about memory. When a year is happening, it just passes normally. It feels long and open and unfinished. I try to be there for it. I try to stop, breathe, look around, and really live it while it’s still happening. And I did. I was there in multiple countries. I really lived in them. I didn’t just rush from one place to another, take pictures, and move on. I tried to actually live those moments.
But later, the brain compresses everything. Whole months turn into a few glowing fragments: a skyline, a street, a hotel room, a train ride, a night walk, a feeling. I traveled so much, saw so much, and lived so much, but when I look back, what I mostly remember is the feeling. The rest gets flattened into a few scenes and emotions. It all becomes vague.
I don't like it. That When I go back and look at the pictures or videos, they almost seem new to me. Not completely unfamiliar, but distant. Like I know I was there, I know I lived it, but I still can’t fully reach that version of it anymore. It all just comes back in pieces.
Maybe that’s what hurts most about memory. Not just that it fades, but that even the parts of life I really lived, the parts I was fully there for, come back to me feeling far away.
Every OpenClaw today is an intern with root access & no oversight ☠️🏴☠️
So we built the first one with a boss 🦞
@getdiana is a business-ready OpenClaw with a Governor that shuts it down mid-task before damage is done 🧵
→First 500 to RT + comment “DianaClaw” get 1 month free
Me: I've maxed out on Claude usage for the week so I can't fix my bugs till tomorrow.
Husband: Well, you can still fix them.
Me: How?!
Husband: I mean YOU can fix them.
Me: Right........
@kayintveen A major unlock in this process for me was also asking it to spin up *another* agent with fresh context to critique/review the changes. It caught way more issues that way.
I created a checklist of steps for Claude Code to run through before pushing a PR to minimize code review thrash — but it kept skipping steps in favor of "efficiency" and moving forward quickly. At first, I managed this by asking things like "why was this skipped?" and "make a rule that this HAS to run for PRs > 50LOC."
Then it occurred to me to delegate the orchestration to an "orchestrator" that spins up a team: itself, an "implementer," and a "critic."
The orchestrator ensures all steps are run — like a project or eng manager. The implementer implements. The critic, with fresh context, reviews the plans, PRs, and fixes.
PR correctness has improved tremendously since.
I JUST installed Claude Code 2 days ago and the wife had the audacity to ask me if I'm going to bed early tonight....
No. Im actually never sleeping again