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An empty gym at night under one warm lamp: a robotic lifting machine idle in the dark, and in front of it a barbell loaded heavier than the machine is built for, with worn gloves and an open notebook on the chalky floor

Level Up the Game

Kent Beck wants the genie to bear his toil and leave him his struggle. My first thought: then move the target. Go after ...

Sunrise over a fairy-tale castle on a hill. A man in a red cloak walks on foot leading his horse, pilgrims carry lanterns up the winding road, swans cross the sky and flowers open on the lake.

Saul, Saul: Schütz as cathedral EDM

A voice from heaven calls a proud man by name. His horse throws him. Three days blind, then sunrise. Heinrich Schütz set...

A hand-drawn map on dark paper: the dotted route crosses a ridge and winds on past numbered waypoints, a small figure with a lantern looking back along the path

The Rest of the Map

The rest of my cybernetics reading list has its primers now, from Beer to Boyd: a companion, an audio primer and a print...

The opening of the October 18 handwritten entry: the date header and a paragraph written in German.

Arguing and Agreeing

Listening to cybernetics primers before the papers, and an insight about conversation theory: my work with frontier mode...

The opening of the October 16 handwritten entry.

Melt Into the Sunbeam

Slow breath in and out to start the page, a memory of perfect waves in the emerald green tunnel, and a question: can we ...

OG Bobby Johnson the Doberman and Plan 9 the bunny on a pastel synthwave stage under pink and teal spotlights, a neon NHOTB sign behind them.

A Sound Plan: the DoorDash of DevOps

OG Bobby Johnson has a plan. Plan 9 is an AI, so he's taking the notes. The DoorDash of DevOps. Push to prod on Friday, ...

A kitchen table at night under one warm lamp: an open computer magazine propped against a sugar bowl, a beige 1980s keyboard, floppy disks spilling from a mailer, and a modern laptop glowing behind them

The Right to Explore

The hackers didn't understand the machine when they started. That was the point. So why is someone exploring with AI wri...

A late-night workbench under one warm lamp: an opened radio, a small homemade robot with copper antlers beside a wallet, and a laptop glowing with a network diagram

The Hacker Ethic Meets Cybernetics

A fourteen-year-old's robot bug at the MIT AI lab pushed a wallet across a grimy floor while the grad students upstairs ...

A small brass ship's wheel and a tin toy boat on a dark desk beside a laptop, a notebook open to one hand-drawn arrow that loops back on itself, lit by one warm lamp

The Regulator Was Fed Intents

I built the smallest loop that could be wrong, to watch a law from Ashby do work. The loop was wrong twice before it was...

A dark instrument panel with a row of green lamps, one of them cracked and empty but still showing green

Every Check Passed

Most of my essays had gone missing from the page that lists them, on production, and every check passed. The same week t...

A dark studio at night: a mixing desk with one channel lit, and a small closed latch on the desk catching a warm light

The Gates Are the Product

I let an AI run a music and film studio for a month: render, master, verify, repeat. It mostly worked. Everything that w...

A paper napkin on a desk with an ink doodle: a stick figure at a ship's wheel and a small robot holding a lantern, sailing in a boat made of an open book, a coffee ring beside them

Gentler On-Ramps to Cybernetics

The founding papers were too steep and so were my own primers. So here are the gentler ways in: stories and a game to te...

Vega: Harmony & Beauty

Vega: Harmony & Beauty

Vega, the Standard Star of astronomy, sits 25 light-years distant, sending photons from the year 2000. Zero-point of the...

A hand-drawn map on dark paper: a dotted route climbs from an open book past six numbered waypoints toward a mountain range, a compass rose beside the book

A Map Before the Reading

I opened the first paper on my cybernetics reading list and bounced. I had no map of the domain, so I stopped and built ...

A wooden ship's wheel in a dark workshop beside a small screen showing a simple teal vector spaceship

What 7helm Is Made Of

Change the drag constant in my arcade game by one part in a hundred million and twelve recorded runs stop matching. That...

A notebook of cursive handwriting lit by two lamps from opposite sides, with one word outlined in a thin red rectangle where the two pools of light overlap

Two Readers and a Red Box

A vision model read the top of my notebook page and filed it under a date eight years off, calmly. One reader cannot fla...

Star trails turning in closed circles over a dark sea, and below them the single straight wake of a small boat heading for the horizon

A Loop Is a Path That Closes

One of my health checks stayed red for eleven weeks by reading its own failure. A loop is the special case of a trajecto...

A thick printed atlas open on a dark desk beside a closed laptop, a single brass key resting on the open page

Walking a Rented Kingdom

I read a hundred-page atlas of a kingdom I will only ever rent, then logged in and walked it. On studying a territory wi...

An open binder on a dark desk under one warm lamp, a hand-drawn ring diagram on the left page and a pen resting in the wide right margin

The Mind Places Things on Paper

My AWS flash cards kept evaporating, so I printed the whole study system as a paper packet and the next review nearly do...

Spica, blue-white and alone, low over a dark field of ripe grain with the Big Dipper's arc above

Decan 13: The Harvest Date Moved

Spica is the ear of grain in the Virgin's hand, and Hipparchus found the precession of the equinoxes by trusting a two-d...

A polished brass centrifugal flyball governor from a steam engine, its two weighted arms lit by a single warm light against deep shadow

Hello, Again

Three weeks ago I wrote about a script called hello, the one warm door into my system. I kept pulling the thread and the...

An analog stopwatch resting on a paper practice exam sheet beside a stack of index cards, on a dim desk lit by one warm lamp

Same Score, Half the Time

I failed another practice exam today. Same score as my best one, and my best is still a fail. But I finished in half the...

A dim desk at night with a face-down phone and a closed notebook, the cold glow of a market chart reflected in the window

Knowing Isn't a System

I bought the IPO everyone wanted, and a quiet part of me narrated the mistake while I made it. The post-mortem found the...

A tall cross-section of a dark tower lit floor by floor, a single glowing line between two nodes at the foundation and one ring of light at the roof

The Loop Was the Top of a Stack

I typed my thirty-two loops, then drew them as a graph, and thought the loop was the top of the system. It turned out to...

A dark archive of labeled card drawers, each lock holding a single brass key, one drawer crowded with a dozen keys

One Writer Per Artifact

Typing my automation handed me most of its rules for free; the type carries the contract. One rule came free with nothin...

A dark control room with a wall of small green status lights on one side and a constellation of linked nodes with a single red path on the other

The View You're Missing Is the Graph

I gave every job in my automation a receipt, a health check, and a green light, and the system still would not fit in my...

A hand-drawn map on a desk under a warm lamp, overlapped by an older printed chart of the same coastline, their lines aligning

You Reinvented Data Engineering

The best thing anyone told me about my own system this year was that I had not invented it. The scripts I grew by hand a...

Seven distinct gears arranged in one lit row on a dark workbench, lifted from a shadowed heap of identical-looking gears

A Loop Is Seven Things

Thirty-two automated jobs run underneath my days, I wrote every one of them, and I could not hold the system in my head....

An old map of the Mediterranean under lamplight, with two inked routes leaving Iberia, one east toward Salonica and one west into the Atlantic, Marseille marked between them

Finding Edgar Morin

Edgar Morin died in May at 104, and I met him through his obituary. He spent eighty years on the question I have been bu...

Engineering Orientation

Making complexity visible is the method. Orientation is the objective function. The research program now has an installa...

A terminal window showing hello.sh: a gold HELLO banner in block-letter ASCII art, then a greeting, hello, joshua, the day's decan, the systems' status, and a numbered menu of the loop's next moves.

Hello

The first program you write used to be the machine greeting the world. Hello, world. I built a different first program: ...

The Little Black Book of Hansuru cover, a black book spine with the title in gold and the character hansuru set beneath it.

The Little Black Book of Hansuru

A book I wrote about selling options for income, built on one law: survive first. It shows a record most books would hid...

A calm figure standing on a luminous lattice of fine structure that descends into the dark below, the formal floor beneath orientation inside complexity.

The Science of Complexence

I pointed a method at my own sprawl of repositories and got a page I could read. Then the first experiment on its deeper...

A single voice line entering a small router that fans out to a few specialist roles, each producing a clean document, with one short daily brief returning to a calm figure.

Complexence OS

Complexence is the capability of staying oriented inside complexity. Complexence OS is the rough machine I built today t...

A single worn brass coin suspended in a shaft of warm light against deep black, its two faces caught between turns.

Germane Friction

The fight over whether AI is good or bad is the wrong fight. AI is a friction-removal engine, and there are two kinds of...

A long staircase of stone steps rising out of dark fog toward a warm opening above, a single lantern resting at the threshold.

The Case For AI, Made Properly

Most defenses of AI are about productivity, and they are weak. The strong case is older and bigger: this is the next run...

Six translucent map layers stacked and slightly offset above a dark table, each carrying a different mark, lit from one warm side so the stack reads as a single deepening chart.

How to Map a Domain: The Six Layers

The hardest part of mapping a complex domain is the blank page. Here are the six layers I run every domain through, from...

A weathered hand-drawn map of a vast interconnected terrain, lit by a single warm lantern, with coastlines and routes emerging out of dark uncharted space.

Domain Cartography

Domain cartography is the practice of charting a complex domain you have to live and act inside, until it is legible eno...

A single steady point of warm light at the center of a vast dark web of fine interconnected filaments, oriented and calm inside complexity.

Complexence

Complexity is the condition of the world. Complexence is the quality you bring to it: the capability of standing inside ...

Two paths diverging in the dark: a worn uphill trail in warm light and a smooth shortcut fading into shadow.

Compressed or Destroyed

The same tool that can fold a beginner's learning curve shorter can also erase it. AI compresses apprenticeship when it ...

A lone silhouette sitting at night before one glowing screen in a dark room, watching rather than working.

Botsitting

The subscription is the small line. The real meter is the time you spend feeding context, checking output, catching the ...

A jagged amber line of light dividing brightness from total darkness, the boundary sharp and irregular.

The Jagged Frontier

AI is strong in one place and confidently wrong half a step over, and from the inside the two feel identical. The real s...

A long sheet of blank ruled ledger paper under a small warm desk lamp, most of its length fading into deep shadow.

The Real Bill for AI at Work

The invoice for AI is the cheap part: a seat and some tokens. The real bill arrives in four ledgers: financial, attentio...

A single straight line of warm amber light running vertically through deep indigo dark, with thin glowing branches forking off it on both sides and one soft pool of light glowing at its center.

The Patient Part

My head does not run in a line, it runs in branches. A tool arrived that does the exact part I cannot do and amplifies t...

A grid of hundreds of small dark tiles on black, with a handful at the center glowing amber and faint lines running out from them

AWS Is Smaller Than It Looks

AWS is taught as two hundred services. Underneath it is a handful of primitives, and every service is a frozen answer to...

A glowing constellation of connected nodes and threads rising above a dark cartographer's map

I Built a Live Map of My Own Blog

I write constantly about giving complex things a map and a vocabulary. My own blog did not have one. So I directed an ag...

The closing lines of the handwritten entry, written with my non-dominant left hand: trying the unfamiliar, working with breath, growing capability through the unfamiliar.

Breathe. Then Prompt.

A freewriting companion to Working at the Frontier: breath as the one thing actually in my control, the anchor that keep...

A lone engineer silhouetted against a wall of glowing parallel terminal windows, with a luminous closed loop of light in the foreground evoking a specify-delegate-verify-record cycle

The AI-Assisted Engineering HOWTO

A manual for building software with an AI agent: the setup, the loop, context management, and the Claude Code and Copilo...

A ring of brass gears on a wire frame beside a small robotic arm, an open notebook and a desk lamp, with server racks in the dark room behind

Recursive DevOps

DevOps was always a feedback loop. The one worth building now runs on the system itself, so every failure and every chan...

A glowing circular control loop in the dark over a quiet desk, evoking running a life like software, observe, choose, act, iterate

Run Your Life Like Software

Life Ops is running your life as a deliberate system, designed the way you design software: observe before acting, choos...

What I'm Building Right Now: May 2026

What I'm Building Right Now: May 2026

A transparent look at the active workstreams in May 2026: trading systems, animated films, music synthesis, a published ...

AGENTSPEK Is Live on Amazon

AGENTSPEK Is Live on Amazon

I wrote a book about coding with AI using AI to write it. Now it is on Amazon. Here is what that process taught me, and ...

The climax frame from THROUGH ME, a Plan 9 stick-figure bunny standing center-frame on a deep-violet stage, EQ bars rising along the lower third in cool blues and violets, the title THROUGH ME set in cool-cream serif typography with a soft violet halo, subtitle reads the hole becomes a window. Lower-right corner: 2:51 EDM rap meditation. Upper- center tag: strangers walk through me, and one day, that becomes the song.

THROUGH ME: the hole becomes a window

A Plan 9 bunny raps in G minor about the hole strangers walk through, and about wanting to be a machine so it would stop...

Title card reading TRANSMISSION, the signal is the self, over two dim rooms, each with a stick-figure bunny, a framed photograph and a monitor, labeled The Tuning and Hello, Me

TRANSMISSION: the signal is the self

Plan 9 the bunny writes long letters to someone they miss, cranks the power, gets lost in noise, then strips the draft t...

Title card reading ENCODED, living in the prompt, a devops of the soul, over two dim panels, a paper napkin with three linked database boxes on the left and a faint stick-figure bunny in a dark starfield on the right

ENCODED: living in the prompt

A short film on consciousness as signal: we replicate databases across three continents while the soul runs on one node....

Split-panel composition with CTRL+Z title in large cream letters over golden glow. Left half shows a dense cold neon mosaic of equations, scientist names, and historical dates on deep navy labeled THE DOWNLOAD. Right half shows a warm sunset with four planets, a constellation bridge, cathedral silhouettes on the horizon, and a flower meadow labeled THE BLOOM.

CTRL+Z: Then We Saw Ourselves

An AI finds a key and presses it. Civilization undoes itself backwards. Then the AI downloads every equation, every diag...

Chapter 18: Your Journey

Chapter 18: Your Journey

The compass from chapter 1 in one line: pick one tool, feed it real context, review like an architect, keep your history...

Chapter 17: Community

Chapter 17: Community

For six months, I told almost no one about how I was working. The isolation was real, and so was the way out: finding th...

Chapter 16: Becoming

Chapter 16: Becoming

Somewhere in the daily back and forth with AI you stop watching the change and notice you have become it. The chapter ca...

Chapter 15: The Great Unleashing

Chapter 15: The Great Unleashing

You get used to the walls. You stop seeing them as walls and start seeing them as reality. Then AI removes them, and eve...

Chapter 14: The Weight of Creation

Chapter 14: The Weight of Creation

The moment arrives quietly: one day you are writing code, the next you are directing systems that build faster than you ...

A small fire burning in a dark angular metal bowl on a bare concrete floor, embers scattered beside it, in an empty dark room.

Decan 1: Hamal and a Clean Start

Hamal reignited after burning through its first fuel. The Spring Equinox opened Decan 1 with that same question: not how...

The opening of the March 28 handwritten entry: here we are. Consciousness still records this life.

The Endless Asymptote

Consciousness still records this life among trillions of stars. When does the gap between the giant and the infinite sto...

The March 24 handwritten entry: layer upon layers, bricks to a sky scraper.

Deploy After Deploy

Layer upon layer, bricks to a skyscraper, deploy after deploy. What was done last year and what this year has become, an...

The opening of the March 20 handwritten entry: journaling has been missing from my day to day.

Transmissions and Coherence

Journaling cements time better than any tracker: a consciousness temperature reading. Build tools that create space and ...

The Five Days Outside Time

The Five Days Outside Time

After thirty-six decans under thirty-six stars, five days remain that belong to no star at all. The ancient Egyptians ca...

The opening of the March 13 handwritten entry: the ides of March.

The Ides of March

The day before a furious decan ends. Clouds, wind, chimes and a moment of stillness before a house full of children, a r...

The opening of the March 12 handwritten entry: life with Sirius. Floating above heavens, blue skies.

Life With Sirius

Crystal clear sunshine, a neighbor's Spanish music and memories of a warmer place. A fast-paced decan, the right hand ba...

The March 9 handwritten entry: back at it with left. And gentle.

Back at It With Left

Back at it with the left hand, gently. A short entry on the lag before practiced rhythm returns, and how easily you forg...

The bottom of the March 8 page, written left-handed: a German passage, I AM LEFT, and a sketch of a hand.

I Am Left

An experiment with the other hand: an entry written upside down, a page traveling in reverse, a German passage through a...

A dark library with an open book and lamp on a desk, a tall window showing a bright star and a constellation

Decan 35: The Edge That Held

The last Orion decan, under Mintaka on the celestial equator: a work rating that did not match the work, reading the sig...

The opening of the March 2 handwritten entry: in age of our star 2026.

The Sun Comes With No Name

Our star has no name, only a label. Living in symbiosis with a nuclear reactor in space, taking golden retrievers to spa...

The opening of the February 28 handwritten entry: this in calendar wraps up February.

Writer Forgets the Writing

February wraps up in sunshine, birdsong and a golden retriever with her bone. Then a late scribble without glasses: curs...

The opening of the February 26 handwritten entry: hello Thursday. It takes a lot to find patience.

The People of the Stars

A quiet gray plane overhead, contrails and a chorus of birds. We are the storytellers of what it feels like to be in thi...

Three bright stars joined by a line of golden light across a nebula, the center one brightest, titled Decan 34: Alnilam

Decan 34: The Center Pearl That Holds

Ten days under Alnilam, the center of Orion's Belt: a full-house celebration, three hard conversations in one day, a set...

A warrior woman made of blue starlight raising a sword against a starfield, with the title Decan 33: Bellatrix

Decan 33: When the Sword Arm Strikes

Ten days under Bellatrix, the sword arm of Orion: a marathon of output, the family-of-origin domain found under pressure...

The opening of the February 21 handwritten entry: that's a lot of 2's.

Universe Recursing on Universe

Lingering snow under hazy February clouds. The human as the Universe's analytical machine, civilizations as falling leav...

The February 11 handwritten entry: the eternal now. It's just like riding a bicycle, it's a balance.

The Eternal Now

It's just like riding a bicycle: a balance. Music, breath and loose shoulders, the relative nature of every reference po...

The opening of the February 10 handwritten entry: in the year of our Universe 2000, 20, and six.

Ex Negativa and the Scribe

A spectrum of AI slop measured by how often human hands refined the work, Alan Watts on the taboo against knowing who yo...

The February 8 handwritten entry: whitespace, the final strike out. The sky is beautiful majestic blue.

A Race Test for a New Pen

A fat Uni-ball 207 Plus, wet ink and a few minutes in the sun. Freewriting as a race test: getting each e, n and r right...

Chapter 13: The Value Equation

Chapter 13: The Value Equation

I stopped seeing AI subscriptions as paying for tools and started seeing them as paying for time: systems I would not ha...

The opening of the February 7 handwritten entry: what is uuuup, Hallo Bellatrix. Flow. Every minute.

Build the Rudder

Hello Bellatrix. Squeeze, layer, scale. On AI as the children of our minds, the animal body we are learning to shed, and...

The February 6 handwritten entry: away, and yet present. The sun works to push through hazy wispy clouds.

The Sun Is Winning

Away and yet present. Thinking about Oliver Cromwell and all the letters he must have written, the human cognition machi...

The opening of the February 5 handwritten entry: there is time when the birds still sleep under cold starry night's sky.

Getting the Sluice Fired Up

Before the birds wake, checking the instruments: breath, grip, posture. Finding flow is like getting the sluice fired up...

The opening of the February 4 handwritten entry: a chill February wind blows.

Where the Wind Is Blowing From

A chill February wind drives me indoors to the kitchen table, where the cat already has the best spot. Then lacing up: a...

The opening of the February 3 handwritten entry: Wow, holy smokes Batman! Interesting day.

Shot Out of a Cannon

Shot out of a cannon and straight into a rocketship, then the afterthoughts: produce, build, test, learn. A leaf blower ...

The February 2 handwritten entry: sitting in the warmth of the winter's afternoon south setting sun.

A Quiet Like This

A winter afternoon, the low south sun, and the house quiet in a way it has not been for days. Almost too quiet, and inte...

The opening of the February 1 handwritten entry: it's brisk but the sun is warming in the cold winter.

A Hug From the Universe

Winter sun, a neighbor's barking dog, and a hug from the universe that urges me onward. Then an idea gets its name: situ...

Chapter 12: The Knowledge Spiral

Chapter 12: The Knowledge Spiral

Working with AI doesn't just teach you new things. It reveals how much of what you 'know' is shallow, contextual, or sim...

Chapter 11: The Social Machine

Chapter 11: The Social Machine

When you have unlimited patience from your AI teammate, you grow more patient with your human teammates. When you can it...

The opening of the January 20 handwritten entry: black ink, a Monday that was not quite a Monday.

Triple Bullseye

Black ink, a Tuesday that feels like a Monday, two calls at once and no lunch. More throughput this year, the goals set,...

The opening of the January 19 handwritten entry: this morning like other mornings was just another morning.

Aboard a Planet Hurtling Through Space

Letters looking sharper, Betelgeuse so dearly red, a ship built with redundant systems, and why we talk of life on land ...

The opening of the January 18 handwritten entry: as much as I would like to start off running this is a nod to balance.

Ghostbusters of the Mind

Keeping the needle moving across the record: thought capture as ghostbusting, writing sessions as a search for precious ...

The January 17 handwritten page with sketches: redundant systems are part of good antifragile protocols.

Ice Builds in the Shadows

Redundant systems and optionality, like enough space heaters for when the furnace goes out. Then back to letters in the ...

The January 15 handwritten entry, with a line of mirror writing above: time to go into mining mode.

Mining Mode

Time to go into mining mode: good posture, deep breath, a purposeful pace, pages written in the hope of striking some un...

The opening of the January 13 handwritten entry: Yes. Hello. This is nice.

Skis Cutting Through Powder

After a day at the computer, ink on the page as a more natural pathway: systems within systems, writing like a dance, an...

Chapter 10: The Orchestra of Minds

Chapter 10: The Orchestra of Minds

Sonnet stalled on the math in a Python pipeline. GPT-5 on my phone solved it, then wrote code that did not fit. I was no...

The opening of the January 3 handwritten entry: Take off. A perfectly timed take-off and here we go back home.

How Much We Have Traveled

A take-off into the new year, markets and regimes, then the pen wanders out: the planet as a living vessel with certain ...

The opening of the January 1 handwritten entry: I have reached 2026 and the New Year.

I've Reached 2026 and the New Year

The first day of 2026 with a tired mind: the sea, memory, people as stars, money and markets, and a plan to make the bus...

The December 31 handwritten entry: Back with the Uniball, thick, rich ink flowing out, with the first lines of January 1 below it.

Back with the Uniball

The last night of 2025, back with the Uniball: breath, relaxed shoulders, a steady line, and the stroke of an imagined k...

Polaris: Decan 30 - True North

Polaris: Decan 30 - True North

The photons entering your eyes right now left Polaris in 1592. While the entire celestial sphere spins overhead, this st...

The opening of the December 17 handwritten entry: Well Hello Wednesday! And here we go into some flow, flow, flow!

The Raw Thoughts of a Biological LLM

Four December days in one notebook: flow and the pen, the raw thoughts of a biological LLM, motion as the breath of the ...

Chapter 3: Git for the Agentic Age

Chapter 3: Git for the Agentic Age

A commit co-authored by Claude raises new questions for Git: what one commit should hold when a day of work takes twenty...

A single red flower growing from cracked desert earth under a huge glowing red star, with the title Decan 23: Blooming in the Desert.

Decan 23: Blooming in the Desert

Ten days under Scheat, a dying red giant, when work, care, pain and a tested boundary all arrived at once. Reading Antif...

A notebook page of black cursive dated October 25th, 2025, with a place name blacked out, that opens: Fall is here in the hills.

Cosmic Motion and Human Perspective

Fall in the hills, Fomalhaut and the third phase of a decan, then the numbers of our motion: the spinning earth, its orb...

A full notebook page of black cursive dated October 12, 2025 that opens: Floating in space, on this rock we call earth.

Floating in Space, on This Rock

Floating in space, on this rock we call earth. Coming back to the ink, too many projects moving at their own pace, a yea...

The September 22, 2025 handwritten entry, opening on its date: A MONDAY. HELLO.

There Are No Days Off

A Monday, the signifier of planetary time. A year whose most fun and riskiest adventure was AI, writing as the meta piec...

A notebook page of black cursive dated 6-6-2025 that opens: Working with a partner all day, whether human or not, is tiring.

Vibe Coding with AI

Early vibe coding: an AI partner all day, commits and branches, Sonnet 4 crunching on a problem again after each control...

A strip of notebook page in black cursive dated 6-2-2025: Abstraction upon abstraction.

Layers of Abstraction

Short notes across a few June days: abstraction upon abstraction, a tabby cat interrupting, penmanship, and a test of fr...

A notebook page of black cursive dated 6-1-2025 that opens: I've been transported across vast distances.

Finding Balance in Motion

Back from travel with routines interrupted and foggy after a night of work. A cover that takes away heat, and a concrete...

A notebook page of black cursive dated 5-31-2025 that opens: I tingle at times knowing I'm part of something so historic.

Living Through the AI Revolution

Tingling at being part of something historic: early work with AI tools, a race against limited energy, the gold rush fev...

A notebook page of black cursive dated 27 May 2025 that opens: For to be alive now time good is!

Embracing the Unwritten Future

A short May entry: which model gives the best stock screen, a deadline for affiliate sales, a long run of flavors and fo...

A notebook page of black cursive dated 4-27-2025 that opens: Another line and we move on.

Writing as Vessel

The next day, the same practice: you are only the vessel. Drift with a little direction, like an oil lamp in a deep, dar...

A notebook page of black cursive dated 4-26-2025 that opens: All of a sudden at any moment in time the skies can open up.

The Steady Work of Freewriting

Two sessions on one April day: the joy of holding a pen and the steady practice of keeping it moving, then a late questi...

A spiral notebook page of black cursive dated 3-27-2025 that opens: Source over all else.

Handwriting as Meditation

Back at the notebook after a trip: breath, posture, light hand, loose grip. The sluice machine, letting the word pull th...

Spiral notebook page dated 3-8 2025 in the upper left, a full page of slanted black cursive on lined paper

Mining the Subconscious

A short page about decades as a small slice for seeing patterns, why I would rather watch trends than predict, and minin...

Spiral notebook page with a time and date at the top, black cursive on lined paper, with several place names covered by black redaction bars

Writing in the Sun

Writing at a kitchen table in a sunny south window, still new to the place I live. A break for dishes, a hard run that e...

Icon-style painting of a bearded man in an orange robe holding a glowing orb, sheep at his feet, a pyramid and a domed church behind him, saints in gold roundels at the edges

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

The famous line about the universe conspiring left me ambivalent. What stayed with me was the crystal merchant, who love...

Pencil-style drawing of a pale boy in a Victorian coat standing in an overgrown graveyard while a towering steampunk machine figure with a glowing eye looms behind him

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Pip comes into a secret fortune and gets worse before he gets better, ashamed of Joe the blacksmith, the kindest man in ...

Dark, gold-lit illustration of a man and a woman face to face behind sheer curtains, a glass of red wine and two rings on the table in front of them

Adultery by Paulo Coelho

I listened to Coelho's Adultery on audiobook. Linda, a journalist in Geneva with the life she is supposed to want, start...

Illustration of a geisha in a blue and gold kimono on a wooden bridge at night, paper lanterns overhead, a white tiger and a crane beside her, a pagoda across the water

Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

I came to Golden's novel through the dispute with Mineko Iwasaki, the geisha he interviewed, and finished it more curiou...

Dark illustration of a writer at a typewriter on a bare table while a huge ghostly figure and screaming faces rise from smoke behind him, crumpled pages on the floor

On Writing by Stephen King

Stephen King's On Writing is two books in one cover, a memoir of how he became a writer and a plain toolbox for being on...

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The Dragons of Eden by Carl Sagan

Sagan's Pulitzer book on how intelligence evolved, from the triune brain to why so many cultures tell stories about drag...

An impressionistic painting of a lone figure on a sunlit Algerian beach under a harsh white sun, evoking Camus's The Stranger

The Stranger by Albert Camus

Fine writing early on, the funeral, the heat, the beach, but Meursault read to me as a man short on social skills, not a...

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On Intelligence

Handwritten notes on why humans seem so unlike every other animal. Whales, original sin, technology as something latent,...

Spiral notebook page headed 2-10-2025 that opens with Hello beautiful page, a full page of black cursive on lined paper

Hello Beautiful Page

An evening page that greets the notebook after a busy day. No topic, only the hand: loosen the grip, breathe slowly, kee...

Spiral notebook page with a date in the left margin, a full page of even black cursive on lined paper

The Writer’s Sword

A restless night turns into a page about why I write and for whom. Writing is my sword, time is a measure I enjoy but do...

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Why Are We Different?

A kids' show about rights sends me back to Rousseau and Mumford, then to the old question: same hardware as other animal...

Spiral notebook page dated 17 JAN 2025 with a page number above it, filled with even black cursive on lined paper

The Freewriting Journal as Anchor

Back to the freewriting journal after missing it: letters and symbols and where they came from, emotions that race the m...

Notebook page covered by a tangled ink sketch of overlapping figures, faces and limbs drawn over faint writing, signed in the lower right

Mining the Mind

A lunch-break page about how much I could write in a year at ten minutes a page, wrist slant and letter size, the need t...

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The Flow of Thoughts

A short January page: every great writer was challenged first by themselves, what handwriting does for thinking and stre...

Spiral notebook page dated 1-14-2025 with a 10:41 AM timestamp at the top, filled edge to edge with dense black cursive

Turning Thought into Ink

A day of writing with a new pen that flows like butter: measure so you can improve, ego as a driver you watch but do not...

Spiral notebook page dated 1-13-2025 that opens with Hello World, a full page of slanted black cursive on lined paper

Five Pages in Forty Minutes

A timed freewriting run: can I fill a page in five minutes, or five pages in forty? Clock times in the margins, notes on...

Notebook page where a few lines of cursive give way to ink drawings: a house, a propeller, scribbled figures and faces, and the letters of a word scattered across the page

The Art of Showing Up

Short lines from a January notebook: keep showing up to the plate, work as a theme for the year, a scrap of a story abou...

Spiral notebook page dated 1-8-2025, dense black cursive across lined paper beside the coil binding

Taming the Paper Tiger

Writing again after a break, the thoughts come faster than the pen: seasons as a way to divide time, the paper tiger pro...

Handwritten notebook page in black ink, a full page of German cursive on lined paper with a red margin line and three punched holes

Selbstreflexion und Sensibilität

A January page in German, with an English translation below. Tired from a long cold and too much work, I ask why I take ...