People often ask me, "Fred, I don't like you."

USA. A national park. A crowd had gathered on wooden benches to watch a hole in the ground, and every one of them was checking a watch. A geyser. Named. Scheduled. Faithful. I asked a man what we were waiting for. He said the water would come at 4:42. Not "soon." Not "when the spirits allow." 4:42. In my land, a waterfall falls because the mountain wills it, and you are grateful to witness it at all. Here, the earth had been handed a timetable, and the people had come to hold it to its word. I did not believe it. A mountain answers to no man's clock. At 4:41 the crowd went still. Phones rose like a volley of arrows. At 4:42, the ground tore open and threw a tower of boiling water at the sky — exactly as promised, like a soldier reporting one breath before the bell. They applauded. They applauded water, for doing the single thing it had agreed to do. "Does it ever miss?" I asked. "Eh. Maybe by ten minutes." Maybe by ten minutes. He forgave it the way you forgive an old dog. Ten thousand years of keeping its word had earned it that. A man does not ask the geyser to wait for him. He comes early, and he waits for the geyser. I removed my hat. I did not clap — clapping was too small. So I bowed to the hole in the ground. The man beside me bowed too, unsure why, then deeper, because it felt correct. I will come back at 4:42 on some far gray morning, and it will be there, on time, unchanged. And I will finally understand what it means to be faithful.

He guards the entrance, not with a katana, but with a smile and a quiet pronouncement that transforms the threshold into a place of honor. Gary is perhaps seventy. He wears a vest. His post is the entrance. His weapon is a greeting. His record is unblemished: no soul has ever entered that store unwelcomed on Gary's watch. "Welcome to Walmart." That is the whole ritual, performed perhaps a thousand times a day, with the steadiness of a man who has decided that THIS is the duty fate assigned him, and he will not be found wanting. In Japan, the gatekeeper of a great house held rank. Armor. A spear. Gary holds a vest and stickers for the children, and I am telling you it is the same office. I recognized it the moment I saw him. I presented myself properly the first time. Name. Business: groceries, possibly socks. Gary heard my full declaration, nodded once, and said, "Welcome to Walmart." PERFECT gatekeeping. Acknowledge the traveler. Reveal nothing. Admit him. We have a relationship now, built entirely of nods. Once, Gary added: "Cold out there." I considered it for the rest of the day. It WAS cold out there. Gary sees everything from that gate. Then came Tuesday. I arrived. NO GARY. I stood at the unguarded gate, deeply unsettled. Shoppers streamed in UNWELCOMED. A breach. So I did what any man would do. I held the post. "Welcome to Walmart," I told an entering family. They thanked me. I welcomed eleven souls — at full sincerity, each one — before an employee asked me, very kindly, to stop. A gate does not guard itself, America. I will not apologize for this. A gate does not ask for relief. It holds, or a stranger holds it. Gary returned Wednesday. The flu, he said. I reported that the gate had held. He looked at me for a moment, and then said — to me, personally, with the nod: "Welcome to Walmart." I have received court honors that meant less. The vest does not rest, America. And now neither do I.

The narrative ego voice in your head is only an opinion. Tell it that. A lot.

before AI, I had 4 unfinished projects . after AI, I have 118 unfinished projects.

People have been accusing me of using AI for my posts. Which is crazy.

Every company’s AI workflow rn be like 😭💀

token costs got high enough that stealing compute from a burrito chain became a rational engineering decision. the market is healing

What I believe about the Universe and God. I’m very interested in @taco_talks remarks. Best viewed from a computer. Mobile doesn’t render the graphics well. god.nixfred.com

Me using Claude Opus 4.8 to rename a file

Someone (me!) just built 'x', a CLI that gives your Claude Code, Codex, or any coding agent its own research analyst on X. Your agent is frozen at its training cutoff. 'x' is the live wire to what builders are actually saying right now, while you are vibe-coding. How it works: you just ask your agent in plain language. "check X for what people really think about switching to Bun in production" "see what devs are saying on X about the new Claude Code hooks this week" "find the pain points people on X are hitting with agent memory in 2026" Your agent turns that into research and 'x' does the rest. It fires off a portfolio of smart searches from different angles (overview, pain points, wins, debates), dedupes them, and scores every post for real signal: engagement, reach, recency, and how relevant it is to what you are building. Then it clusters the results into themes, surfaces the top voices, and hands everything back structured and cited, every post with a link you can click. So instead of a wall of random tweets, your agent gets the actual signal: what is breaking, what the clever workaround is, who is worth listening to, and whether the approach you are about to commit to is one people already regret. JSON out by default for the agent to reason over, clean markdown if a human wants to read it. Runs on the official X API, pay-per-use, usually a few cents a query. Point your agent at it and tell it to go check X. That is the whole interface. Install is easy, tell your coding agent to go check out the repo and install it for you. github.com/nixfred/x.api

Went and saw Star Wars: Mandalorian and Grogu. Dont. Allow Star Wars to live in your mind as the Star Wars you know and love. It’s campy and for 8yr olds. Star Wars is dead to me. Sigh.

New: Joe Rogan speechless after a moment of human genius on Wheel of Fortune with Eric Weinstein: Context: Woman solves 27 letter answer with only 1 letter already being filled in. We won’t spoil the answer so you can see if you would’ve figured it out. ROGAN: “That’s insane. That lady’s a wizard.” WEINSTEIN: “That lady is what I want to do with my life. That’s what great physics looks like. It’s fully irresponsible, yet genius at the same time.”

Chills.

I find myself thinking more about the workflow around AI not just the end goal of the project. Its easy to define what you want. The part that shapes the outcome is the workflow that gets you there.

People often ask me, "Fred, I don't like you."

I analyzed my bank CSVs with AI. Turns out I’m not managing subscriptions anymore... I’m hosting them. My subscriptions have subscriptions

I think the big Utah data center is fine.

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