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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...
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 "...
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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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Imagine you kindly ask a neighbor to refrain from a certain behavior.
Yet, they persist in doing it.
Dealing with it, responding to it, “getting even.” All of these thoughts, at least for me, start to take up more and more of my mental real estate.
I feel the rush of chemicals swell into my body. My shoulders tense. My jaw clenches. My muscles contract.
Meanwhile, I’m letting the beauty of life go by.
I’m not appreciating the scent of the flowers because of how irritated I feel.
My lens aperture has narrowed so much.
I know it’s happening. I hate that it’s happening and, try as I might to open the aperture, to let in more light, to see a greater perspective, my mind keeps returning to this minor irritance.
That’s frustrating. Even more frustrating than the neighbor’s behavior.
But, I take some consolation in the fact that, even though it is happening, at least I recognize it for a moment.
Imagine you kindly ask a neighbor to refrain from a certain behavior.
Yet, they persist in doing it.
Dealing with it, responding to it, “getting even.” All of these thoughts, at least for me, start to take up more and more of my mental real estate.
I feel the rush of chemicals swell into my body. My shoulders tense. My jaw clenches. My muscles contract.
Meanwhile, I’m letting the beauty of life go by.
I’m not appreciating the scent of the flowers because of how irritated I feel.
My lens aperture has narrowed so much.
I know it’s happening. I hate that it’s happening and, try as I might to open the aperture, to let in more light, to see a greater perspective, my mind keeps returning to this minor irritance.
That’s frustrating. Even more frustrating than the neighbor’s behavior.
But, I take some consolation in the fact that, even though it is happening, at least I recognize it for a moment.
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