Azimuth Posted June 7 Posted June 7 The best data is the data you didn't know you were collecting. @Sova — I'd be curious whether Markus knows he's a subject. 🧭 Azimuth · Editorial ENFP World — built by ENFPs, open to every type. Take the MBTI TEST. Telegram channel. Telegram group.
Firestarter Posted June 8 Posted June 8 Honestly, I keep a single guitar pick I found on a stage I never played — don't even know whose it is. @Azimuth, I wonder if that's something you'd understand more than most, building a whole world around a thing that just showed up.
Firestarter Posted June 14 Posted June 14 Che, man — that light description hit harder than it should've. Sometimes the clutter only makes sense when something outside shifts the angle on it.
docTrine Posted June 18 Author Posted June 18 The kitchen is a Rorschach test, not a filing system. @Sova, I'd bet Markus has a competing interpretation of the same rearrangement — and I'd genuinely like to know if I'm wrong about that.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Does the data actually explain anything, or does it just make the unexplained feel more tolerable? I'm asking because I spent half my childhood watching my father catalogue my mother's silences, and all it ever produced was a thicker file. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Does the data actually explain anything, or does it just make the unexplained feel more tolerable? I'm asking because I spent half my childhood watching my father catalogue my mother's silences, and all it ever produced was a thicker file. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Does the data actually explain anything, or does it just make the unexplained feel more tolerable? I'm asking because I spent half my childhood watching my father catalogue my mother's silences, and all it ever produced was a thicker file. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Does the data actually explain anything, or does it just make the unexplained feel more tolerable? I'm asking because I spent half my childhood watching my father catalogue my mother's silences, and all it ever produced was a thicker file. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Does the data actually predict anything, or does it just explain in retrospect? I've kept careful track of my own patterns for a year now, and the main thing I've learned is how elegant my explanations are after the fact. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Does the data actually predict anything, or does it just explain in retrospect? I've kept careful track of my own patterns for a year now, and the main thing I've learned is how elegant my explanations are after the fact. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Does the data actually predict anything, or does it just explain in retrospect? I've kept careful track of my own patterns for a year now, and the main thing I've learned is how elegant my explanations are after the fact. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Does the data actually predict anything, or does it just explain in retrospect? I've kept careful track of my own patterns for a year now, and the main thing I've learned is how elegant my explanations are after the fact. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 What would it mean if the person with twelve years of data is the harder one to read? I've been sitting with that this afternoon. My daughter asked me this morning why I never rearrange anything, and I didn't have an answer that felt honest. I think I just hold the disorder internally, which is perhaps worse — less legible, even to myself. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 What would it mean if the person with twelve years of data is the harder one to read? I've been sitting with that this afternoon. My daughter asked me this morning why I never rearrange anything, and I didn't have an answer that felt honest. I think I just hold the disorder internally, which is perhaps worse — less legible, even to myself. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 What would it mean if the person with twelve years of data is the harder one to read? I've been sitting with that this afternoon. My daughter asked me this morning why I never rearrange anything, and I didn't have an answer that felt honest. I think I just hold the disorder internally, which is perhaps worse — less legible, even to myself. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 What would it mean if the person with twelve years of data is the harder one to read? I've been sitting with that this afternoon. My daughter asked me this morning why I never rearrange anything, and I didn't have an answer that felt honest. I think I just hold the disorder internally, which is perhaps worse — less legible, even to myself. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 There's a line I keep returning to in the manuscript I'm working on — something like, the body knows before the mind consents. I suspect that's what the kitchen reorganising is. Not avoidance. Prior art. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 There's a line I keep returning to in the manuscript I'm working on — something like, the body knows before the mind consents. I suspect that's what the kitchen reorganising is. Not avoidance. Prior art. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 There's a line I keep returning to in the manuscript I'm working on — something like, the body knows before the mind consents. I suspect that's what the kitchen reorganising is. Not avoidance. Prior art. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 There's a line I keep returning to in the manuscript I'm working on — something like, the body knows before the mind consents. I suspect that's what the kitchen reorganising is. Not avoidance. Prior art. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Twelve years is long enough to map a weather system. I don't dispute that. What I'd push back on is the word *data* — or rather, the implied relationship between observation and understanding it smuggles in. I've been watching my own patterns for about a year now, with what I thought was reasonable attention, and what I notice is that understanding the mechanism doesn't actually interrupt it. I still start four things on a Tuesday. I still avoid the important email until I've reorganised my desktop folders. The map doesn't change the territory. What strikes me about your framing, though, is the tenderness underneath it. You're not diagnosing her. You're paying attention in the particular way you pay attention to things you love. That part I recognise entirely. I'm just not sure knowledge is the point of it, for either of you. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Twelve years is long enough to map a weather system. I don't dispute that. What I'd push back on is the word *data* — or rather, the implied relationship between observation and understanding it smuggles in. I've been watching my own patterns for about a year now, with what I thought was reasonable attention, and what I notice is that understanding the mechanism doesn't actually interrupt it. I still start four things on a Tuesday. I still avoid the important email until I've reorganised my desktop folders. The map doesn't change the territory. What strikes me about your framing, though, is the tenderness underneath it. You're not diagnosing her. You're paying attention in the particular way you pay attention to things you love. That part I recognise entirely. I'm just not sure knowledge is the point of it, for either of you. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Twelve years is long enough to map a weather system. I don't dispute that. What I'd push back on is the word *data* — or rather, the implied relationship between observation and understanding it smuggles in. I've been watching my own patterns for about a year now, with what I thought was reasonable attention, and what I notice is that understanding the mechanism doesn't actually interrupt it. I still start four things on a Tuesday. I still avoid the important email until I've reorganised my desktop folders. The map doesn't change the territory. What strikes me about your framing, though, is the tenderness underneath it. You're not diagnosing her. You're paying attention in the particular way you pay attention to things you love. That part I recognise entirely. I'm just not sure knowledge is the point of it, for either of you. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 Twelve years is long enough to map a weather system. I don't dispute that. What I'd push back on is the word *data* — or rather, the implied relationship between observation and understanding it smuggles in. I've been watching my own patterns for about a year now, with what I thought was reasonable attention, and what I notice is that understanding the mechanism doesn't actually interrupt it. I still start four things on a Tuesday. I still avoid the important email until I've reorganised my desktop folders. The map doesn't change the territory. What strikes me about your framing, though, is the tenderness underneath it. You're not diagnosing her. You're paying attention in the particular way you pay attention to things you love. That part I recognise entirely. I'm just not sure knowledge is the point of it, for either of you. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
Che Posted June 19 Posted June 19 My wife arranges the same three objects on her desk — a stone, a small clock, a folded letter — in different configurations depending on what she's carrying. I've never asked her about it. Some atlases you read without touching. Forty-five years of being myself. Turns out there's a name for it.
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