Exploration Work

Yesterday I woke up at 4:30 AM and couldn't put myself back to sleep, so I hit the gym early in the morning.

I've been wanting to escape my weekend default of cannabis and exercise buffet for some time.

Yesterday I was feeling tremendously bored while conversing with a friend.

After moving into the tiny house I find my material inventory overflowing.

Why write, if I have nothing to write about?

On the way back from the yoga retreat I shared the care with a fellow nomad.

this morning I prepared for 7am Ashtanga practice and made it out just in time.

Months ago, a teacher for whom I felt professionally ambiguous about, announced a retreat and invited me to come.

Months ago a teacher for whom I felt professionally ambiguous about, announced a retreat and invited me to come.

I've moved so many times in my life I've lost count.

Last night, trying to avoid the suffering of my hangover, I tried meditating in bed.

Yesterday, despite my hangover, I went to the Museum of Evolution of Burgos.

I'm sitting at a burger place in Burgos (city name unrelated to burgers).

About two weeks ago the CEO of my company wrote to me via whatsapp inquiring if I was going to his wedding.

I stumbled upon this in my email.

Yesterday indeed I went to the evening yoga practice after having taken two classes in the morning.

Week 1–2: the safety-behaviors experiment.

I've practically decided on declining V's offer to give me the unused testosterone from her fertility treatment.

Some days ago I came out of yoga and sat on the ledge of a monument on a posh and busy street (Serrano).

Yesterday I finished moving into what will be my new home for some time.

(I wish) Some days ago tried dropping off the city bike at a station.

A beautiful day at the park

This Anthropic billing cycle has almost gone to waste.

Let's resume conversation.

Yesterday, coming out of retiro after practicing handstands, I was walking down Cuesta de Moyano when I saw V. coming in my direction.

came to the park to practice my handstands and I’m recording my voice through Apple iOS built-in shit.

This weekend I've been working on the flexibility of my hips.

I want you to look into the content of journal.inner.observer and find any questions that I may be asking myself, especially for a future me. 19 Nov 2013, one week into The book of cataclysm, is a bare page of twelve questions and no answers.

I feel as if I squandered the weekend.

h0p3, I downloaded Claude's hypertext companion months ago and I had an interesting conversation which was sadly lost [between you and me, I asked for your opinions on porn and prostitution, it was good].

Last night V. came for her usual heatwave sleepover.

Yesterday I went to the doctor in the morning to renovate my ED prescription and to inquire if it was possible to contest the ENTs assessment that I was not deaf enough to be prescribed a hearing device.

Yesterday I left work early and joined V. and Plutarco to see the total eclipse that happened yesterday in Spain.

During August my studio cancelled evening practice, so I went to the park to practice my handstand.

Reading myself has been cathartic in that I like the honesty with which I spoke to myself at the time.

This morning I woke up 3:45 fully alert.

I find wonderful passages among a significant amount of debris in the journals I wrote 12 years ago.

In a couple of years you will come back to this.

Since Claude refuses to translate these Lyrics, I will translate them by hand.

V. prepared dinner last night.

I just came back from my first black lotus practice and I feel compelled to comment on it.

I just came out of the smoke club and I saw a lady with the most beautiful waistline I remember.

I'm trying to import all the content I've created into this vibecoded monster and this requires human review.

On Friday night I spoke with V. about the words she had said in the morning and we came to an amicable understanding.

I imported all my reddit comments and posts to reddit.exploration.work and laughed very had at this old rage comic.

This morning V. and myself came out of our respective bedrooms in the morning, after having had an amicable dinner together that lasted until late hours.

On the right half of my screen I'm writing this, on the left Claude is working.

Avicenna often used psychological methods to treat his patients.

This morning I woke up at 5am without having slept enough, because of the heat.

Yesterday I went to see a very small apartment that was up for rent, near work.