Vanja Petreski

A colossal golden lotus-shaped vessel crowned with a halo hangs above the night side of the Earth, firing white beams that set Europe and Africa ablaze.

May All Beings Be Happy

An AI short film quotes real Buddhist scripture, minus the lines that turn it inward. What is left is an objective satisfied by a world with no one in it.

A violet neural network reaches only a document with two seals; below a glass wall, one cyan beam reaches four server blocks, while an amber ring guards another and a chain runs beneath.

The Model Proposes

In Countersign, a cloud-cost agent, the model has no write path: it drafts an evidence-backed change request, people countersign, code it cannot reach executes only what they signed, and the evaluation tests its graders before it trusts a score.

Night view of the eastern US: three glowing truck routes with evenly spaced checkpoints run south from the Great Lakes, crossed by a pixelated storm band in amber, red and magenta.

The Weather at the Hour You Get There

Squall Line times each truck route with the hours-of-service rules, reads each Open-Meteo field the way it is defined, at every checkpoint's arrival, ranks the routes with a one-line reason and paints a 48-hour corridor heatmap that blends before it classifies.

A dark robot torso wears a harness of glowing blue straps with modular cartridges clipped on; one amber cartridge with a warning mark hangs apart on a thread under an inspection beam.

Plugins Are Someone Else's Harness

A Claude Code plugin can be one text file or a set of seven hooks that sends your diff to Opus, and neither the install count nor the word "official" tells you which.

The continental United States at night: a glowing blue highway runs coast to coast through seven bright stops, the brightest in amber on the Great Plains.

The Cheapest Way Across America

New York to Los Angeles: why the classic greedy for the gas station problem breaks on real roads, the dynamic program over fuel levels that replaces it, and how to place 6,600 truck stops that have no coordinates.

A laptop on a dark desk shows a terminal with five glowing tabs; thin blue and violet threads run from each tab to a matching card on a phone beside it, one pair highlighted in violet.

The Phone Is Just Another Tab

Every interactive Claude Code session on my Mac now starts on Remote Control, carries its iTerm2 tab's name to my phone, and is archived there when it ends on the Mac. What stock Claude Code already does, the three gaps I closed, and how I verified it.

A glass hourglass shatters into glowing shards while a blue line of light runs on past it through seven glass panels, from moonlit night to sunrise, above a city.

The Five-Hour Wall Comes Down, One Account at a Time

Anthropic renamed Max 20x to Ultra and is lifting its five-hour limit account by account, after an automatic check. What changed, how to check your account, why the five-hour bar may still be there, what a week-only budget means for agents, and the one rule my status line now follows.

A path of glowing blue lanterns, the nearest one lit amber, curves past a vast field of unlit lanterns under a violet orb that sends threads of light down to the path.

The Next 900

This publication passed 100 members. Most of October's 78 new members likely came through a channel that analytics barely sees. What brought them, what Ghost's growth guide gets right and misses, a checklist any Ghost publisher can run this week, and a measured plan for the next 900.

A dark law library: an open book on a stone table unfolds into floating glass legal tools, a tracker, a timeline, a document comparison, a radar, a checklist, with copies sent to every seat.

Claude Wants to Be Legal's Front Door

Claude for Legal now offers ready-made tools, not just a blank chat box: review tables, cite checks, matter boards and intake desks, with Harvey, Goodwin, Foley & Lardner and PwC building inside it. What shipped, what the docs add, and who should worry.

A rain-soaked hall: a black slab with one glowing cursor sends blue threads to tiers of glass modules, ringed by gauges and sliders, as light flows from an amber cell to a blue one.

My Self-Tuning AI Harness

Claude Code, extended instead of wrapped in an app: one command for every project and account, work that moves to another account at a limit, subagents on a benchmarked model table that can retune itself, and a harness that reads its tools' news and repairs itself.

A lone caped robot under a spotlight in a rainy arena, beside a melting server-snail with a cracked hourglass, a burst coin vacuum and a smashed black robot.

Only Claude Survived

The local agent passed a controlled test and failed real work: tasks Opus 5.5 finishes in 10 to 30 minutes took it hours. It's gone, along with every agent that isn't Claude and about 452 GiB of disk.

Satirical cartoon: a haloed Sam Altman caricature holds a $1,000 SORRY! cheque while a CODEX vacuum sucks coins from a sleeping developer's laptop; robots stare at a locked door.

Fuck You OpenAI

And Fuck Sam Altman Too