The Claude Code source code leaked. My feed was buzzing. I scrolled for a bit, then closed it.
Why does a crow's call smell like expired oranges. No idea why I thought of that. No answer, but I tried.
I see a question and I want to answer it. Don't know when that started.
In my last year of high school, I was terrible at biology. Grinding practice problems wasn't working. Something felt off, so I pulled a few people together into a study squad — each person took one chapter, mapped out where they were losing points, then taught the others. We covered the material in a quarter of the time. I didn't know what I was doing back then. I just couldn't sit still.
Couldn't sit still in college either. Studied engineering — the kind of stuff you need to touch with your hands, to watch it blow up before you know what's wrong. But the classroom had nothing but PowerPoint slides. Felt like I was acting. Eventually I moved out, didn't accomplish much either. Crammed before exams — it was the diploma I wanted, nothing else.
Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Thought about it for a long time. Never figured it out.
AI arrived, and we're still writing exams.
Cook Ding's blade stayed sharp for nineteen years — not because his technique was good, but because he stopped seeing the ox.
Every year I see the fresh graduates coming out, and I think — it doesn't have to be like this.
I'm working on something. Can't really say what it is yet.