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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 "...
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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Tension breeds the awareness of harmony.
The presence of one thing indicates the absence of its opposite.
I woke up this morning feeling tightness.
Almost everywhere.
My shoulders were a mess.
My hamstrings were wound tight, like a spring.
My back and chest felt like they were constrained a straightjacket.
Initially, all I wanted was a quick release, a salvation of some sorts.
It wasn’t forthcoming. I didn’t have a path.
So, I stretched and did some yoga.
Then, I sat for 30 minutes, just trying to align with the breath.
It’s not all gone, the tension.
But some has dissipated.
There’s a bit more harmony present.
Now, they just co-exist. They must
Tension breeds the awareness of harmony.
The presence of one thing indicates the absence of its opposite.
I woke up this morning feeling tightness.
Almost everywhere.
My shoulders were a mess.
My hamstrings were wound tight, like a spring.
My back and chest felt like they were constrained a straightjacket.
Initially, all I wanted was a quick release, a salvation of some sorts.
It wasn’t forthcoming. I didn’t have a path.
So, I stretched and did some yoga.
Then, I sat for 30 minutes, just trying to align with the breath.
It’s not all gone, the tension.
But some has dissipated.
There’s a bit more harmony present.
Now, they just co-exist. They must
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