During my recent vacation I read “An attempt at exhausting a place in Paris” by Georges Perec, a short little book (I have time for those, between changing diapers), first published in 1975, translated from the French by Marc Lowenthal in 2010. It’s like a semi-quantified meditation. Perec describes life in a square in Paris… Read More Infraordinary vacations: quantifying Perec
Hello all. Just a short note to let you know that we (Alberto Frigo and myself) just published a book entitled “Self trackers: eight personal tales of journeys in life-logging“. It’s a collaboration among eight authors, most of whom participated with Alberto in a show he set up at the last Quantified Self conference (Amsterdam,… Read More New book launched!
I was recently re-reading one of Chekhov’s short stories, The Lady with the Dog, and found two paragraphs I’d missed the first time I read it, about this time last year. Dmitri Dmitritch Gurov (Mitya) and Anna Sergeyevna meet in a small coastal town and have an affair. She owns a Pomeranian dog. The… Read More Chekhov, moments and privacy
One of the first pics with my new narrative clip 2, writing on a city bus. About two weeks ago, an interview about my life logging came out in the SemanalXL, a magazine published on Sundays with several newspapers in Spain. Some friends read it and I’ve had several conversations about it. Usually we end… Read More The organization man
Tribute foto (from narrative) to Los Reales, king of the World Series. Apparently February comes from the Roman “februarius”, which means purification, and also “februum”, which means fever, choose your favorite. January seems energetic in a way that February seems short, but I actually learned some things from reviewing last month. It took me a… Read More February
Hello everyone. Here is a second guest post by Alberto about his thoughts on self-quantification. Alberto is busy these days building his Noah’s ark with his own quantified existence, in the Italian Alps, can’t wait to see it. Guest post by Alberto Frigo “Your poisonous malignity will not hinder me from my highest ambitions. The… Read More Guest post: Stoic quantifying
A personal micro-history I remember going to see “The Name of the Rose” at King’s Theatre in Annapolis Royal (Nova Scotia), back in 1986, me 16 years old and probably one of the first times I drove to the movies. I’m not sure it clicked that the movie was based on a book by semiologist… Read More R.I.P. Umberto Eco: life cubed