Exploration Work

This weekend I entered hyperfocus creating my Emotion Picker.

Emotion Picker Live: https://emotion-picker.netlify.app We must live in amazing times if AI has temporarily pulled me out of my stupor to create something which I think is really useful.

Sometimes a thought occupies my mind for a long time but I don't write about it because I know it's vain, stupid, or embarrassing.

07:15.

Yesterday I was leaving Retiro park after exercising, and encountered V. by chance.

I started chatting with Claude as I smoked outside, having come back from work.

Lately, instead of writing my usual entry when I come back home, I start playing with Claude.

On Sunday I had dinner with V.

I came back home after having a smoke outside.

I have a group of friends of Uni with whom I have a whatsapp group.

This weekend I made the experiment of calculating my weekly groceries by hand, and comparing it with the estimation by looking at the receipt.

31 de Agosto, 2023.

I come back home after yoga supremely tired.

On the weekend I went to a singles night at a sexuality school in the Argüelles district.

I was reflecting on my conversations with Govi.

I do not know why I tend to keep loops open.

I come back from the park at 18:44.

I come back from back to back yoga classes, the first one was called "yoguilates", which in Spanish sounds cutesy, but was a really intense core class.

Just moments ago I was recording myself shirtless.

Last night I spoke with my family in Mexico.

I woke up early and I have a bit of time before I go to work.

I love to work while standing up.

My couchsurfing guest arrived yesterday.

09:10 This morning I arrived to the office to find Husserl's PDF open and I kept on reading.

It's 20:42 and I'm back at home.

13:18 I'm waiting for lunchtime at 13:30.

09:32 Just arrived to the office.

Today my two movement practices met.

I woke up late and barely had time to prepare myself for yoga class.

10am at work I've been thinking lately: for many women, a good physique on a man is what a financially well-off woman is to a man.

This morning I was thinking: if someone were reading me a thousand years from now, would they know what I'm writing about?

A moment ago I raised from my desk to get coffee.

Yesterday I exchanged emails with someone who suggested a topic for a game.

It's 9am on Sunday.

I dread workdays when I arrive tired.

This morning I dreamed it was 7:10 and I was late for yoga.

The day before yesterday was my 46th birthday.

It's 9:30am Monday and I'm at the office.

Work tasks ← Since the first line of text appears at the title of the tab and I have co-workers peeking over my shoulder, I've started writing office friendly phrases at the first line and then deleting it before publishing.

Last night I went to the smoke club instead of going to bikram yoga.

Yesterday I went to Bikram yoga after work, at 8pm.

Last night I went to a conference on human evolution where three women involved in paleontology participated in a panel.

It's almost 8am on Saturday.

Last night I went to a concert.

At work I was doing customer support and a client lashed out on me, via email, for asking them to send me a screenshot confirming they had configured something correctly that was not under our control.

At the office we installed standing desks.

I sit down to write without anything in mind.

[transcription from Apple Notes, lightly edited for clarity] On Hope's recommendation, I'm gonna first record this audio and then upload it for it to be transcribed.

Last night my cousin arrived with his fiancé.

Last night I was lying in bed and I asked myself a question I've asked some spiritual teachers, one for which I haven't gotten a satisfying answer (or perhaps one that I could understand): what is presence.