Nicolas Solerieu

I had a brief conversation in the cafeteria of my coworking space with a student blabbing about his token burn while solving math problems.

Drones are cool.

I pierced my ears.

As a tribute to this place that gave me so much over the last decade.

Tani is small dog.

Nobody reads anymore?

Last time I was here was in 2018, during a heatwave over the 4th of July.

My eccentric landlord asked me if I was available to help with some yard work.

I went to see some live music.

I’m in the drain these days.

I’d like to take a moment to describe the abyss of confusion in which my understanding of religious ideas is stewing.

I know the feeling of a breaker going off.

Most cyclists I’ve met, myself included, are not out for the downhill.

Dear aliens, Long ago, I stubbed my big toe.

I made peppermint tea on Monday morning before the kids woke up.

On the edges of my community there is a small bridge over Perfumo Creek.

Say you’re a crank.

I grew up with no religion, no pets, few friends, little television, no strong family values.

May contain residual artifacts of biological information processing, commonly referred to as bullshit.

An osprey landed during sunset while waiting for boarding to start.

Ironically after declaring that I don’t read I’ve enjoyed the stimulation of listening Michael Pollan latest book: « a world appears ».

My first gig was at a local agency close to my university.

I spend an unhealthy amount of time in Figma and GitHub.

I don’t particularly like being pestered for not reading books.

I’m revisiting Michael Sugrue’s lectures on Plato.

Gerard asked me how I felt about the difference between French and English.

Next to my university building there was the business school.

On the way to the beach, my wife reacted to my quick list of distressing world news: “the guy is obviously crazy and trying to burn as much as possible before he gets pushed out of office.

--- House stuff We got a rower.

[AI burnout alert] As a response to the insanity that was January, I invested a lot of (company) time dabbling with AI software.

The beautiful light on my morning walks inspired me to experiment with impressionist painting AI image styling.

"Integrity isn't virtue; it's alignment between inner truth and outer actions", as Martha Beck neatly puts it.

A piece of public art was erected on a roundabout in my neighborhood.

We crashed Mrs Jacot’s table at my kids carnival.

I popped the wheel of the family e-bike by accident.

Apparently in Burma, much of what we would call mental illness is addressed through spiritual practice.

--- 2 years in SLO.

Googling stuff left and right has been a thing for a while now.

Marriage is hard.

Years ago, my wife handed me (literally, she printed the thing on paper, in 2021) Bertrand Russell’s In Praise of Idleness.

I joke that my wife has a big, fat brain.

Zen literature loves to repeat that anything can be a vehicle for enlightenment.

I’m writing this as a memo to myself.

--- Secondhand-stress ruins everything elder than work.

My tech career has given me a lot, but I wouldn’t wish this life on my sons.

I have spent a significant amount of time working (and thinking about it) on this website.

I went on a long ride.

I killed my quotes collections (/notes) a while ago and it turns out a lot of people looked for it.

6 AM on a nearby pedestrian path, a homeless man gets off his bike, sniffles as he holds the bike up and moves toward a construction fence.

As an archive of my /bikes page.