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Vendí el piso de mi madre el año pasado. Tenía dos ofertas. Un fondo: 212.000€ al contado, sin visita. Y una pareja joven con un bebé: 195.000€ y una carta escrita a mano. "Queremos que nuestra hija crezca en una casa donde se nota que alguien fue feliz." Mi madre vivió allí 46 años. Perdí 17.000€ y les vendí a ellos. Ayer, un vecino del portal me mandó un enlace:

I said that if $BTC dumps to $67,000, I’d give away $30,000 in Bitcoin to 6 people. Well, we made it. As promised, I’m giving away $30,000 in $BTC to 6 lucky winners today. To enter: ✅ Like ✅ Retweet ✅ Comment “BTC” 🔔 Entries close in 24 hours. Good luck!

We've made some big updates to Projects in Claude Code! In a project, Claude coordinates your tasks across parallel threads. The coordinator is now much more proactive. It answers your questions in the project chat and gives you updates on the status of your ongoing threads.

BREAKING: In an extraordinary move made only one other time since 9/11, the FAA orders ALL flights nationwide grounded, bringing departures across the U.S. to a halt. The Federal Aviation Administration is directing all departing aircraft to remain on the ground until further notice, citing safety concerns. International flights arriving in the U.S. will be handled on a case-by-case basis as questions mount over what triggered the sweeping order. The FAA has not publicly detailed the cause of the emergency action. Download the Fox News app or go to for more.

This slide from the Anthropic IPO roadshow was a big factor in my decision to leave. It’s an insane plot and I’m surprised they made it public. It shows the compute efficiency of pretraining over time. The y-axis is a **log scale**: they are seeing continued superexponential algorithmic progress. Mythos was not a one-time deviation, but a point on a superexponential. They could already retrain Mythos with a fraction of the compute originally needed. It doesn’t strictly imply a software-only intelligence explosion- they have been spending more on R+D. But algorithmic improvements do not require ridiculous creative genius and are on the verge of being automated. You do the math.

My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years. Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity. I hated her for it. The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house. My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single day. And the crazy thing was, we were poor too. My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity. But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him. I never understood it. I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door. We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger. That night, I finally lost my temper. Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!” My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line. Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.” I had never seen her that furious before. I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things. I moved out when I turned 18. We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions. But the man stayed. Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him. Then my mom got sick. Cancer made her small. She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening. Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart. Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.” I looked at her. Honestly, I wanted to say no. I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help. But you don’t lie to a dying mother. So I promised. My mom eventually passed away. The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house. I had promised her I would keep feeding him. But when I got there, the man was gone. His shelter had been completely cleared out. Everything was gone. The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened. I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone. Then I noticed something. A black SUV was parked at the curb. Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years. But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding. My mother’s old silver locket. The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old. He looked at me and said: Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I stared at him. Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?” He smiled, but his expression was unsteady. His eyes were already filling with tears. Man: “Your mom hid something from you.” I felt my stomach tighten. Me: “What did she hide?” He looked at the plate in my hands before responding. Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” My blood went cold. Me: “Silent about what?” He gently shook his head. Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.” We sat on the front steps. The plate was still warm between us. He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break. Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined. Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.” I just stared at him.

BREAKING: Indian telecom giant Airtel’s Chairman, Sunil Bharti Mittal, praised Elon Musk’s “mind-boggling” achievements, says Starlink V3 is pushing the limits of physics. “I have to acknowledge what he has done is mind-boggling, @elonmusk. His compute or his connectivity capacity in the space has gone manifold, and it’s happened in the last four or five years under our watch. So the last launch that he made on Starship, the satellites he put up, the V3, they have a capacity of as much as the entire OneWeb capacity. So at one Tbps capacity in a single launch means he’s trying to push, if not break, through the laws of physics, which means a lot of connectivity is going to come from space, and the terrestrial industry needs to be prepared for that.”