I read less this year (19 books), compared to last year (40 books). But I think 2015 was a bit hectic, a bit of a race to see how many I could actually read. This year the books were a bit longer, on average 372 pp compared to 295 pp in 2015. So, if the… Read More My best books of 2016
Every morning for the past month I made a time-lapse video of my life-logging photos . It’s become a habit, like watching an X-ray of the day before. To do that I used Time-lapse Tool, a free program. You just open a new project, point it to the folder you want and decide how long… Read More Time-lapsing the day away
In his book The Anthologist, Nicholson Baker (who also wrote The Mezzanine, which I’ve mentioned before), creates Paul Chowder, a poet who is compiling an anthology. Near the beginning there is a brilliant sequence of how Paul goes about choosing his favorite poems. He realizes that the good poems really have only one excellent part,… Read More “Baker-blog-breakdown”
(This is a guest post from Alberto, a brother in arms, a stoic quantifier with an inspiring 36 year quantifying project) by Alberto Frigo In this essay I present what I believe to be the 10 Stoic precepts. These precepts are recurrent topics found in the letters that Seneca wrote to his friends. These precepts… Read More Guest post: The 10 Stoic Precepts
A while back, at the beginning of 2015, I was flipping through a Nature magazine and ran into a paper entitled, “A global strategy for road building”*. It was one of those papers that sounds interesting, so I ripped it out of the magazine, filed it, and then promptly forgot about it. Determined not to… Read More New pathways: building memories with life-logging photos
Last Tuesday August 2nd, I got a sore back in the middle of the night, around 3h00. It was on my lower left, where I sometimes get lumbar pain, but this time it felt strange, like a deeper numbing sensation. I also felt a bit nauseous. The day before we had flown from Madrid to… Read More Quantified kidney stones
A life logging camera narrates quite little. It’s more about fragments. No clear story, no narrator to create a narrative fallacy, just pieces that ask to be collated. I bumped into this after scanning some images from my morning commute. A glimpse of all the things our ego tunnels ignore.