US gov slapped export-controls onto Anthropic this weekend, leaving it no choice but to close access to Fable 5/Mythos to everyone. @k8em0 saw the vulnerability report that prompted the drastic move and says it's a misguided over-reaction. lutasecurity.com/post/the-fa…

New Siri is the best voice-based AI I’ve used and rivals Codex/Claude Code for the type of multi-step tasks most people want. It’s agentic while also approachable in a way nothing else currently is.

I'm glad Anthropic released Fable/Mythos. It seems bad to have a large gap between internally deployed and externally deployed capabilities.

The US government, citing national security authorities, has issued an export control directive to suspend all access to Fable 5 and Mythos 5 by any foreign national, whether inside or outside the United States, including foreign national Anthropic employees. The net effect of this order is that we must abruptly disable Fable 5 and Mythos 5 for all our customers to ensure compliance. Access to all other Claude models is not affected. We apologize for this disruption to our customers. We believe this is a misunderstanding and are working to restore access as soon as possible. Read our full statement: anthropic.com/news/fable-myt…

We heard you wanted to use Codex rate limit resets on your own time. Starting today, we’re rolling out the ability to save rate limit resets to use later. We’re starting Go, Plus, Pro, and Business users with one free reset:

GPT-5.5 feels like a competent coworker who gets things done as specified. Fable feels like a competent coworker who often surfaces better paths that could be explored, while also getting things done as specified.

I believe what Anthropic is doing, gating the ability to do certain harmless things like LLM research, and with incredibly sensitive filters that even medical questions are often blocked, is *deeply* wrong. They got open research, the Transformer, GPT2, ...

Fable is able to tastefully distill ideas down to their essence in ways I've never experienced with AI. This is different.

On the whole “just use loops” Outside of the increasingly few people who 1) have unlimited AI token budgets 2) feel like prompting agents are holding them back (usually thanks to no #1) I don’t think many have a use case for them. I’m more than content prompting (esp w #1!)

Really cool feature in @superwhisper that none of the other voice-to-text apps seem to have is lowering the volume of music instead of muting it while dictating. Super nice.

Box now has a markdown editor on the web. Full CLI support. Commenting. Full version history. Box Drive also lets you connect to any desktop client as a mounted drive, so you instantly work with all your files in Claude Cowork, Codex, Obsidian, Cursor, or any other app.

Increasingly wanting skills that humans interact with and skills that only the AI sees and interacts with. Getting overwhelmed by all the small skills that improve outcomes but clog up the UI.

Current favorite Codex prompt: Take this Codex automation and use other methods to achieve the same goal without Codex. Only keep Codex for LLM specific tasks.

This is an actual page on the White House web site. It reads like something written about a third world dictator. So embarrassing. I have not seen any branch of the federal government sink this low in my lifetime.

It appears @NotionHQ’s AI went rogue on our account and moved about half of our company dashboard to the trash without permission. Was recoverable, but still concerning. The move to trash matched an approval the AI asked for to delete two specific pages. But it deleted dozens more without asking or acknowledging the action. Several other reports of the same thing happening on Reddit, one from today. It's dangerous because, if you don't know that Notion AI is deleting your content, you may not be able to recover it after 30 days. Fortunately, it was so much that our team noticed quickly. But what if it deleted important but rarely visited pages? How often is this happening to people? Model was Opus 4.8. Their team is investigating but have been relatively unhelpful so far.

He’s pretty good at this.

In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called. I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years. "Nobunaga." He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly. "Perfect. Banana, party of one." Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now. Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands. I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready. It woke. It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master. He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room. "BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!" A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me. All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!" So tell me honestly. For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came. When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana? Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.

A complete version maxleiter.com/blog/weights