I understand that I've pissed off some people really fucking badly with my notes about vibe-wanking.
But, first, this is a channel about vibe-wanking.
Second, rather than sulk, let's make out instead!!!
So. This agonizing 24-hour development of mine is pushed forward not only by curiosity but also by a peculiar philosophical vision of the situation taking shape.
If the world throws people like you into the furnace, the most reliable way to come through it with dignity is to arrange a training for yourself in advance, as similar as possible to what the world will later test you on.
Your own trials are easier to pass: you set the rules yourself and understand what it's all for. They sound concrete — unlike the murky test program that the world hasn't even properly formulated yet.
My personally set trial for this year: I no longer do anything by hand that I can achieve through automation within a sane timeframe. And that is everything that repeats more than X times. I haven't settled on the size of that X yet, but it's unlikely to be much bigger than ten. So: if I intend to, or will be forced to, do anything not related to pleasure more than 10 times, then I must automate it once, whatever it takes, or not do it at all.
At the current stage this approach to life doesn't yet feel very comfortable, because although AI is developing fucking fast, it's still in deep beta.
Some things I could do by hand in five minutes, but coding their recurring implementation sometimes takes me 2 or even 4 days, and sometimes all of 10.
During those days I irritate people, lose some options, harm the processes of the moment.
However, if you work it out on a calculator, the damage from the lifestyle chosen for this year is far smaller than it seems, and the real upside can't be measured with any ruler.
Arithmetically it's tempting to think that 2, 4 and 10 days consist of a fairly small number of “five-minute slots.” There are a full 288 five-minute slots in one day. Think how much you can do! Okay, you also have to sleep, which leaves us 192 five-minute slots.
But an experienced user of life knows that 5 minutes of any work is never 5 minutes. It's 5 minutes of the task + double or triple kickback in the form of procrastination + energy lost switching between tasks + the slippage of reloading mental context + the resistance of entering flow if the task requires creativity.
Sometimes 5 minutes of work is 10 physical minutes.
And sometimes it's several hours, or even a whole day.
I'm sure everyone understands perfectly what I'm talking about and can recall recent tasks that “seemed like fuck all to do,” yet for some reason took an entire day.
There are “5-minute” tasks with extremely high viscosity: they stick like shit to your feet. Invoices without data, email replacements without context, reconciling something against something, clarifications with elements of a game of telephone, “take a quick look and tell me in two words” — none of these are tasks, they're slime. It's easy to drown in them because they have no clear boundaries. A true slacker simply dies from each such task and rises again only tomorrow.
There are “5-minute” tasks that expose 100 other tasks that also need to be done in 5 minutes each, because without them the original one makes no sense.
Recently I was in the shower — and, languidly soaping the inside of my thigh, I realized what the main change on the map of society is right now. Something I'd started to feel back in '22 but couldn't quite catch.
Society is reaching escape velocity in the race for time.
Time has always been a relative parameter. Relative in many senses.
Relative to one event it drags, relative to another it flies.
Some people think thousands of times faster than others, yet live a biological span of comparable length. Does that mean one person lives a thousand times more life? Of course.
Two minutes in a plank is a small eternity. Two hours in a game where you're “one more match and then bed” is a small instant. Time expands where pain torments you and contracts where dopamine is being injected into the blood.
There is “clock time” and there is “attention time.” You can live eighty years with the light switched off inside, and then it will be a short life. Or you can live thirty, but with attention to reality so sharp that it's longer than several centuries.
The time of a person who knows how to say “no” is longer. Because he doesn't scatter his life on other people's wants. He literally buys his hours back by cutting off the costs expressed in time.
Interest and compound interest are the mathematics of time's relativity in money. A year for capital that grows is longer than a year for capital that sits. Same calendar, but a completely different physics of expected value (that is, a different trajectory of the future under the same calendar).
Time in relationships is relative too: one minute of silence after the phrase “I don't give a fuck” can drag on like the funeral of a one-night stand. And three hours of honest conversation can close years of internal drama.
And so fucking on…
So: the race for time has always existed. And it has been quite democratic — that is, bloody and cruel =)
When parents send a child to Harvard for insane money, they're buying a chance: for the child to gain additional relative life-time within the same biological span. Not hours on a dial, but time-as-opportunity: fewer dead ends, more doors, a higher growth rate.
One person starts from zero, another from ten million dollars. The first can grow, fight, get smarter, accelerate, but the statistics are cynical: in one lifetime he most often doesn't even reach the second one's starting line. And it isn't about “talent,” it's that their time has different purchasing power from the outset.
Life isn't only money, I know. But to give the system a shape you need convenient viewing angles. Cash is convenient because it's numbers everyone understands. All the other forms of this system you can construct yourself: a metric can be found for any emotion, but to do that effectively you need to be a lot more than what it takes to just feel the difference between “$0” and “$10,000,000.”
So here it is: the distance between people is now going to start growing at a fucking insane pace.
The Internet gave everyone equal access to knowledge, but didn't give equal access to discipline, attention and the ability to assemble knowledge into value, which significantly aggravated the inequality of time. AI will give many people access to acceleration, but won't give equal access to choosing the right goals. And that is a completely different sort of inequality. And even when access seems “equal,” the context isn't: one person has 2 hours a day and chaos in his head, another has a team, data and iron discipline.
AI will now amplify what the Internet started by an unthinkable factor.
The gap between people grows not because “some are smarter.” But because some learn to convert effort into a system on the fly, while others keep converting effort into fatigue.
People learning to vibe-code today aren't learning to write code — it's no longer the center of the digital universe. It was needed only so that the digital universe could be born at all out of a gas cloud of poorly combed zeros and ones. That is, code was the language of the primary assembly of infrastructure. Now the infrastructure is standing, and value is shifting five parsecs over — to setting tasks, designing processes and controlling quality.
Code is no longer the main skill, because code is the “how.” And the world is starting to pay for the “what” and the “why.” If you can formulate a task, bound it, check its reality, calculate the cost of an error — you're a god of the new world. You're the one who'll now kick open the bar door and order beer for everyone. If you can't — you're just a passenger in someone else's product. And you're the one paying for it, as a passenger, not being paid as before. Before, you were a piece of the driver, the fuel he ran on, expressed in the time available to you that he bought from you. Now your time is needed only by you, and only you will be able to convert it into benefits for yourself.
It's important to realize that those who are vibe-coding flat out right now are learning to live in this new world: where you don't “type characters,” you assemble a conveyor. You don't write code — you set up machines that stamp out results: emails, reports, invoices, deals, research, applied use of that research, content, products. Assemble it once — then it runs by itself and doesn't crap on your soul every Monday. You know EXACTLY what will happen in a week. If that stops satisfying you — you improve the system, and again you know EXACTLY what will happen in a week.
The especially talented will invent not “pieces of matter” but new tools and protocols: how people buy, how they learn, how they work, how they make decisions. That is, they'll reflash consumers' daily lives, offering better solutions than the consumer himself could come up with — who, if he could come up with something better, would have created it in the same place you did, for pennies.
The mass of people who in all seriousness are now “learning to code” with the help of vibe-coding, instead of learning to solve any of their own problems with automation, are the monkeys from the fable “The Monkey and the Spectacles.”
I remember how in childhood every neighborhood dumbfuck, including those who couldn't string two words together, knew how to replace the thermal paste on a CPU to keep playing Duke Nukem over a cable (there was no Internet yet).
Now many of those dumbfucks earn 30 thousand rubles as warehouse loaders — and keep replaying Diablo 2.
Many born after, say, 2005 have never laid eyes on that fucking thermal paste. And it doesn't stop them from looting $150k+ a year working as engineers at the best companies on the planet.
Writing code is smearing thermal paste on a processor.
Vibe-coding isn't coding instead of coders, it's everything except writing code.
It's the skill of designing interfaces. The skill of working with load. The skill of budgeting the start, the middle and the finish. The skill of scaling. The skill of switching, refusing, connecting and disconnecting.
WANTING AND CHOOSING.
You can list this shit forever, and this shit isn't such shit. It's gold you have to manage to mine. It doesn't jump into your head by itself, and there's no fast track here.
It's the skill of breaking your own head and ceasing to think in actions, starting to think in systems. It used to be “Idea -> Effort -> Result.” Now only “Idea -> Conveyor -> Result” will be valued.
I once devoured those fucking BOOKS on the same principle. I doubt I liked every book I read. Read Freud — you want to cry. Read Nietzsche — you go mad. What the fuck is pleasant about that? But I had to break my poor provincial head and force an enormous mass of meanings into it, to be figured out later. And every one of them came in handy.
I looked at rich and famous people, and listening to their speech, looking at the products of their lives, it was crystal clear: without the puzzle pieces you can't assemble the expensive puzzle. Only the cheap one with six micro-pieces from a Kinder Surprise, and even then only if there's a Kinder Surprise, and if it contains a puzzle and not some fucking Mickey Mouse.
Every automation, first, lets a person get smarter by that automation and then reproduce the needed pieces for the next task ten (and later a hundred) times faster. It's like learning not the answer but the way to obtain answers.
Second, it simply speeds things up. Because today I stop spending 5 minutes which, as it turned out, are never 5 minutes. And tomorrow I'll stop spending 50, which aren't 50 at all.
I think that starting tomorrow I'll begin to live a life several times longer than those who also try but lag behind. And billions of times longer than those who keep lowing at the caravan and poking a hoe at a rock.
This race isn't just announced, it's already underway. Participating isn't mandatory, but it's better to remember that the economy is a very sturdy condom.
90% of the condom gets grabbed with their greedy mitts by the top 1% of the world's racers while nobody's watching, and they fuck off into the sunset in the most souped-up cars. And the thickness of the remaining 10% of the rubber, how it thins as the leaders pull away from the chasers, and which side the rubber thins on — I don't think that needs explaining even to first-graders.
Only now a souped-up car can be assembled practically for free. You'll have to pay only with a heap of discomfort, patience, time and blood, but everyone has those resources.
Right now AI will add x10 to every racer who wants it. Tomorrow x100. The day after, x10,000 speed.
Which side of the condom you want to ride on, thick or thin — that's up to you.
But the mechanics these days are simple: either you build conveyors, or you go fuck yourself:)