I started in 2008-ish by cutting refined carbs. Intermittent fasting — 16:8 — came later. I’m still over-weight. I’m not selling anything. The pieces below are the ones I keep pointing to when someone asks me what I think.
This thread is sequenced for someone wondering whether to be more intentional about when they eat. None of it answers that question for you. It just tells you what an honest version of the n=1 looks like over a long timeline, and suggests things you might want to try.
(more…)Is wild determined by your distance from the nearest city? Does it mean there is no plane passing overhead, no boat offshore, no light on the horizon? As I explored the far reaches and, later, those closer to home, I learned that wild is not a place, it is a state of mind.
~ Ian Shive
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This little guy was just off to the side as I was perambulating lost in thought (and probably talking to myself.) When I noticed them, I snapped this photo (with some telephoto so as not to completely terrify them.)
And then I was thinking: What must their perspective be?!
They were probably just about to cross that big, barren roadway of the gods (the cinder trail I was on)—that roadway that is different from everything else, and goes so unimaginably far in either direction that no turtle knows the start or end of it. And **yikes** here comes one of the towering, impossibly thin—how does it not immediately fall over?!—gods, making those sonorous, booming, incomprehensible noises… “oh, shit! It’s seen me…” **freezes**
My brain is like the Secret Life of Walter Mitty, except I’m imagining the inner world of everyone and every intelligence I encounter.
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Every pleasure saves its greatest delights for its last moments. The most pleasurable time of life is on the downhill side, just before the drop-off. Even the time that stands at the very brink has its own pleasures, I believe. Or if not, then it has this instead: One no longer feels the need of any. How sweet it is to have worn out one’s desires and left them behind.
~ Seneca
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You don’t get ready and then aim high. You aim high, and the aiming makes you ready.
~ Nini Nguyen, from The Moon was Never the Point
That’s something which took me many years to understand.
I’m fond of saying that ideas are worthless. What matters is what you do with your ideas. Share them freely. Engage with others. Make a plan and see it through.
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Figuring out how to have sustainable, fulfilling existence seems like it should be the goal, no?
~ John Warner, from Produce or Perish?
Somewhere there’s a quote about how we don’t have “work time” and “play time” but rather there is only life time. Warner’s article gets it.
I hope you have gotten it too.
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And then the newest erosion – the AI rabbit hole. Everyone deep in their own individual loop. Getting more productive. Getting more fluent. And getting, incrementally, more disconnected from the people around them. The half-formed question that used to get asked out loud – I’m stuck on this, has anyone dealt with something like this? – now goes to a chatbot. The same technology that was supposed to unlock creative potential is, in its default form, dismantling the sidewalk ballet entirely.
~ Zoe Scaman, from Creative Mycelium
Yes. But, see also Schizoid Kairos for a view of the situations where it’s also a novel new paradigm.
As with every technology—every tool—humankind has ever picked up, it matters what you do with it. Sure, I want to live in that “sidewalk city” where my ideas mix with others’. If only those scenes still existed.
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If persistence is attempting to solve some difficult problem with dogged determination and hammering until the break occurs, then plenty of people can be said to be persistent. But perseverance is something larger. It’s the long game. It’s about what happens not just in round one but in round two and every round after—and then the fight after that and the fight after that, until the end.
~ Ryan Holiday
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This is a massive wood crib for stacking and drying firewood.
I have two smaller versions of this at my house where I stack up green, split firewood. A friend of mine wanted one as well. This was such a fun project. I started with a pen and paper sketching what I’d built nearly 20 years ago. Then discussions about the size he wanted. I came up with the buy-list and break-down list, and took all my notes on a long car ride. The next day we headed into town and loaded up on lumber. We carried the materials to the spot, and as we considered the exact layout, he asked, “What if we just made one big crib?” Well, I agreed that was an even better idea.
The best part: Midway I said, “I love this project! I’m not doing anything except helping.”
“That’s funny,” he replied, “all I’m doing is helping you!”
Much later it struck me: That might just be the best definition of a good day’s honest labor.
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For most of human history, you bought a thing, and it was yours, and it was finished.
That word is nearly extinct.
Nothing you own is finished. Everything exists in a state of permanent incompletion, permanently needing. Your phone needs updates, needs charging, needs storage cleared, needs passwords rotated.
~ Terry Godier, from The Last Quiet Thing
That’s exactly it. I’m often talking about calm technology and that’s one key issue with stuff these days. But this point about finished makes my heart sink.
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