@jrysana I tested it and you can comfortably do it in the Plus subscription. It takes Astra 10-15 minutes and less than the 15% of the weekly usage.
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Can you believe you're sleeping on plastic?? Recycled even! Could have come from old trash bags or food containers!!
Maybe this pitch kills in a homeless camp for vegans, but on an airline for normal people? Bizarre.
it is sad to see dhh talking this shit in a different way. it's not about discussing palestine in the workplace. and it led to ryan singer's resignation.
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.@dhh credits Marc Andreessen @pmarca with helping him the most during the darkest time of his professional life:
"It was during that rough going where Andreessen came in. We were a small company of 60 people and 20 took the offer and left. That's almost a third of the company that decided to leave and we got to a point where we were thinking that not many more have to leave before we need to worry about whether we can keep the lights on.
And it was actually Tobi who then put me in contact with Marc Andreessen because Marc had been exposed to this phenomenon at some of his portfolio companies.
And Marc gave us reassurance and a bunch of contacts. Marc said, "Do you need someone to come in to help do programming or help with operations or whatever?"
And I was floored by the generosity because Marc and I haven't always seen eye to eye on things. Especially in terms of venture capital. He's been one of the main faces of venture capital for decades and I've been kind of critical at times.
And it was just a realization that all those grievances we might have thought to be so big once upon a time were actually minuscule.
We were fighting the white walkers on the other side of the wall and all our internal squabbles were going to be for nothing if those f*ckers got inside the wall and destroyed everything. And that felt like a real threat at the time. That could've happened. They could very well have just ripped the whole thing apart.
And Marc clearly saw that that this was a collective, almost existential threat to the entire industry. If these activists were able to take over these institutions in the same way that they have taken over academia we would be f*cked and not just for a little while but potentially for decades. That couldn't stand.
And Marc was incredibly helpful not just in terms of these contacts and introductions and so on but it was very powerful. When you have literally 40,000 people on Twitter calling you all the worst things in the world even the strongest individual might go for a second like "Holy sh*t. The mob is coming for me and there's no one else there."
And there are other people there. Tobi was there. Marc was there.
And it was incredibly helpful to give us the fortitude to go like "No do you know what? We're going to stick with it. We're not going to grovel. We're not going to apologize. We're not going to revert."
And then what Marc also did was he gave me a syllabus for understanding the history of wokeness going all the way back to the '60s and beyond.
That this didn't just come as lightning from a blue sky. This had an institutional grounding that was set in motion particularly in the '60s and the long march through the institutions, Herbert Marcuse and a lot of The Frankfurt School and all of these groups that had designs on how to reshape society and create the revolution they so dearly wanted, but with a timeline and a roadmap that was demarcated in decades.
That it wasn't just like "Well we're going to put something together and then in two years something's going to happen." No they were sitting in the fucking '60s fantasizing about how to overthrow everything in the 2000s.
It's actually incredible in a Dr. Evil sense of it but when you're on the receiving end of it it seemed a little less incredible and it was just difficult not knowing where's this coming from? Why is this happening all of a sudden?
Well it wasn't happening all of a sudden. There was this long history of it and when you understood that history it made a lot more sense. We weren't just making a rejection for our little corner of the world. We were chipping in in the great civilizational battle of where this country was going to go, whether the white walkers beyond the wall were going to win.
And we were like "No they're not going to f*cking win. Get them out of that f*cking wall. Take your goddamn spear and fire it with maximum velocity."
when the dream becomes the job
i used to think the dream was to make my hobby my work.
to spend my life close to the things i loved: computers, tools, interfaces, systems, tiny details, the feeling of making something from nothing. the things i used to do at night, after school, after work, in the margins of life, somehow became the center of my life.
and it is a dream. i don’t want to pretend otherwise.
there is a very specific happiness in getting paid to care. in meeting other people who care. in building a language around your obsession. in seeing something that lived only in your head become real enough for other people to touch.
but there is also a quiet pain in it.
because the thing that once belonged only to you no longer belongs only to you.
it becomes attached to deadlines, teams, customers, strategy, money, reputation, momentum... curiosity becomes roadmap. taste becomes decision-making. play becomes output. the thing you once used to escape the world becomes the thing through which the world reaches you.
and now there is another strange layer: the machines are getting good at the work too.
not just the boring parts. the parts that used to feel close to the heart. writing, coding, designing, reasoning, making taste-like decisions, turning vague ideas into something real. the things we once used as proof that we had something special inside us are becoming things a model can approximate, remix, and sometimes do faster.
that can feel scary in a very specific way.
not only because of jobs or competition, but because it touches the myth you built around yourself. if the thing i became good at can be done by a machine, then what part of it was really me?
i think that question is painful because it arrives at the same place.
the original love.
before the title, before the company, before the taste became a role, before the work became useful to other people, there was a small fire inside. curiosity. obsession. the feeling that the world became more alive when you understood a little more of it, or made a tiny piece of it bend to your will.
AI can make the output faster. it can even raise the floor of the craft. but it cannot want on your behalf. it cannot decide what is worth loving. it cannot protect the strange private thread that made you care in the first place.
maybe that is what becomes more important now.
not whether you can still produce the artifact by hand. not whether you can outperform the machine at every task. that game is already changing.
the real question is whether you still have a relationship with the source.
the part with no audience. no roadmap. no deadline. the part that can wander, collect strange references, make useless things. follow beauty, be wrong, be slow, be you, be true.
because that part is not separate from the work. it is the source of the work.
if you lose it, you can still operate. you can still manage the machine. you can still prompt, review, decide, ship, and keep things moving.
but the work becomes thinner. safer. more explainable. less alive.
so maybe the real discipline is not to work harder, rest more, or care less.
maybe it is to keep returning to the place where the love began – before it became useful, before it became legible, before anyone needed anything from it, before even the machine could mirror it back to you.
not to escape the work.
to make sure the fire inside is still alive.
Shitty personal attacks in a blog post are one thing, but when people reply “now I like zig even more” really makes me wonder what went wrong in our communities.