I hate you all 😅
After joining this sub it's now impossible to not notice the subtle changes every day...
After joining this sub it's now impossible to not notice the subtle changes every day...
I went back to Copilot on iOS and I noticed it had connectors to Outlook, OneDrive and even Apple Health... so I went ahead a connected those services.
Thing is.. Copilot keeps insisting it can't tell me what's on my inbox, can't access any specific email, can't see my weight info, can't search for files.. even when confronted with screenshots of the connectors being enables, it insists that he can't read or access anything.
What am I doing wrong? Or what's the use of those connectors then?
A few days ago there was a thread here asking what he most useful thing you've built with Claude was. A LOT of replies. I read all of them and then something clicked, I wanted to put it on the table.
First of all, the list was incredible. An HTML file on someone's phone correlating migraines with barometric pressure, because the App Store wanted 80 bucks a year. A Garmin data archiver, because the official app deletes them. A grocery list sorted by the aisle layout of one specific supermarket. A bioinformatics pipeline for a handful of microbes, written by someone who isn't a bioinformatician. A three-line command that explains the last terminal error you saw.
Every single one is perfect for one person. And by the same measure, basically useless to anyone else's scenario as-is. That's not a bad thing. That's the whole thing. Bear with me, please.
Here's what bugged me when reading the thread: almost everyone showed the artifact. "Look what I built." Screenshots. Product names. Feature lists. Almost no one articulated the thought pattern, how they looked at their own life, found a friction, and shaped a tool to its exact contour. And that pattern is the only thing that actually transfers.
The reason we default to showing the artifact isn't (only) ego. The mediums we use are all calibrated to distribute objects, not practices. GitHub measures stars and forks. Reddit upvotes screenshots. Product Hunt ranks launches. None of them have a way to register "I read your README, understood how you thought about your problem, and built something completely different but that fits my life." That transmission of ideas, the only one that matters in this new paradigm when can vibe code a whole new solution in minutes, is invisible to every metric we have.
There's an economic layer too. A product has a market. A thought pattern doesn't. Nobody monetizes a cognitive habit. Nobody pays royalties for "this is how I framed the problem." So the medium rewards what has a market, and what has a market is the artifact.
I don't have a clean fix. But I did one small thing: I added a note to the top of the README of every public repo I own. Something like:
> What you see here is an artifact: the concrete shape my problem took. It almost certainly doesn't fit your personal scenario perfectly, and that's fine. The interesting part isn't the code, it's the pattern of how I thought about the problem — that's what transfers. Read it, steal the idea, write your own.
It's a tiny gesture. It probably won't change behavior. But it at least stops me from pretending the artifact is my gift to the world. The gift is the way of looking at a problem. The artifact is just the receipt.
So I have a soft ask for this sub: next time you post "look what I built with Claude," try also writing two paragraphs about how you saw the problem before you started prompting. What friction you were actually scratching. What you tried that didn't work. What made you realize the existing tools were wrong-shaped for you specifically.
That's the part another person can actually use. The code is just a souvenir.
Four months can mean a lot in AI development. Back in February, I began experimenting with my Obsidian Memory System, aiming to utilize plain Markdown for full ownership of memories and ensuring copy-paste portability across any AI provider. This approach has been validated and embraced by major coding agents (Hermes Memory + Skills, Cline rules, Anthropic Memory Tool, and Obsidian Agent Skills). The pattern is effective.
The prevailing industry suggestion was to "add a database." Yet, each proposed solution compromised the key benefits of using Markdown: ownership, transparency, vendor-neutrality, git diff as an audit log, and the ability to tar your memory for portability.
Introducing v3: Now, all five critiques can be addressed within Markdown by treating the filesystem similarly to how relational systems handle tables: through conventions, schemas, indexes (as paths), constraints (as linters), and views (as generated files). While you may give up the database engine, you retain everything that made v2 valuable.
Convention is the new schema. The filesystem is the new index.
I'm not sure if this is the right kind of story for the sub but a few minutes ago I woke up from a nap and went to the bathroom, and the sink was lower than I remembered. The faucet was hard to reach and it was definitely not like that before.
And then the kitchen counter, the dining table...
Weird thing is I'm not taller per se, or at least I remember being this exact height all my adulthood, it's just that I remember everything being closer 🙈
I finally found a place to tell this story, it happened to me some 30 years ago.
I took the usual bus from my university to my home, but was experiencing a heavy headache. Back then the bus tickets were color coded by day and I got my orange ticket and got in the bus together with other people with the same ticket color, then I sat down by the middle and closed my eyes.
When my stop was near I opened my eyes and felt off, all the people around me looked different. It's not like I was paying special attention mind you, just a general awareness of the people that were close by when the trip started and I was pretty sure these other were different. I asked to get off in my stop but the driver told me I had to pay because he hadn't seen me getting in. I showed him the orange ticket, he told me tickets were blue that day. I started to argue but then noticed everyone else had blue tickets... so I paid again, confused.
During my walk to my home I stopped by a public phone (it was the 90s!) to call up a friend. Dialed her home number but a man answered and told me it was the wrong number. Called again, same result. I was even more confused and my head was killing me so I hurried home.
I found it strange that the house was empty since my parents very rarely went out, called their names, linked springs, but finally collapsed in my bed and fell asleep.
An hour later I woke up and when I got out of my room my parents were there, telling me they had been there all day and confused as how they didn't notice me arrive.
I dialed my friend again, she answered, told me no one else had been at her house that day.
Still don't know what to make of it, nothing weird has happened to me ever since.