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Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end. I was doing myself a disservice. I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core. But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read. So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal. Within 2 hours of that decision...
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I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump. But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away. Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it." The "it" that it's worth is energy. Energy in the form of time, attention, money. The things of which our possession is limited. There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "...
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Every day for the past month, I’ve had a coffee date with AI. I literally sit down, with a cup of coffee, with an appointment on my calendar that says “coffee with AI”. During that time, AI (I’ve used ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, Claude, and Venice) and I literally have a chat, the way I would with a friend. It’s not “write this letter for me” or “do this or that.” No, it’s a chance for us to have a conversation about whatever topic I want. Many days, recently, at least, it’s been about quant...
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jer979Purpose Struggle
Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end. I was doing myself a disservice. I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core. But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read. So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal. Within 2 hours of that decision...
jer979Value. Happiness.
I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump. But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away. Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it." The "it" that it's worth is energy. Energy in the form of time, attention, money. The things of which our possession is limited. There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "...
jer979Coffee with AI
Every day for the past month, I’ve had a coffee date with AI. I literally sit down, with a cup of coffee, with an appointment on my calendar that says “coffee with AI”. During that time, AI (I’ve used ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, Claude, and Venice) and I literally have a chat, the way I would with a friend. It’s not “write this letter for me” or “do this or that.” No, it’s a chance for us to have a conversation about whatever topic I want. Many days, recently, at least, it’s been about quant...
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There are how we want things to be.
And there are how things are.
For me, the physical manifestation of my unwillingness or difficulty in reconciling the two sits in my forehead.
It’s as if someone is sticking their finger or placing their palm against me and all of the force of their effort, like some martial arts master, is concentrated on that one location.
This is a force that is holding my progress back.
But, that force is imaginary. It’s not really there.
Which means that just like I imagine it is there, I can also imagine it sliding right through me ,like the proverbial hot knife through butter.
All I need for the hot knife to do its thing is to say,
“I may not like the way things are, but I accept fully that this is how they are.”
There are how we want things to be.
And there are how things are.
For me, the physical manifestation of my unwillingness or difficulty in reconciling the two sits in my forehead.
It’s as if someone is sticking their finger or placing their palm against me and all of the force of their effort, like some martial arts master, is concentrated on that one location.
This is a force that is holding my progress back.
But, that force is imaginary. It’s not really there.
Which means that just like I imagine it is there, I can also imagine it sliding right through me ,like the proverbial hot knife through butter.
All I need for the hot knife to do its thing is to say,
“I may not like the way things are, but I accept fully that this is how they are.”
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