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2021-04-13 Dealing with avoidance

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AuthorMark MacKay

I sometimes wonder if writing about the way I deal with certain kinds of work simply reinforces bad habits, as if I were describing my ego and thus seeking justification for the way it behaves. I feel compelled to justify or explain my behavior because I feel bad about it, explaining it to myself might make me feel less bad, but it does nothing to resolve the problem.

What happens to me is that I often avoid opening client emails for several days. I may send work for client review, and then feel uneasy or anxious about the feedback, so instead of reading the email I go off and do many other unrelated things until no more time can be squandered in this senseless procrastination. By the time I open the email, I often find that the feedback or the response was positive, and I all the time I was dreading reading the email seems silly.

MacOS notification thingy just showed me a photo from four years ago, tangentially related to what I’m writing, and I wonder if this is enticing me to further distraction in order to avoid opening the email, or if this is something that I should write about in order to therapeutically deal with this disorder in my affective emotional state.

I will chose the second.

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This picture was taken exactly four years ago.

I was walking the Vía de la Plata in Spain, near the Roman arch of Caparra, and someone told me that on the other side of some hills there was a beautiful valley called Valle del Jerte, which was full of cherry trees which were blossoming at this time of the year. This captured my imagination, so instead of doing my day’s walk, I decided to go over the hills to find said valley.

I ascended by the way of intuition, simply going up. The hills looked small enough, but this was just an illusion, as soon as I ascended enough I saw that the true height was obscured by the initial hills. Still, I kept on ascending. Along the way I saw signs for “Piedras talladas”, which means “sculpted rocks”, I knew this was a place where bronze-age herders had settled and that this referred to their sculptures, which I wanted to see.

I followed the signs but never found what I imagined would be a sort of park or museum showcasing these sculptures. I heard a chainsaw in the distance, so I decided to follow the noise and ask the person where I could find this place. Finally, I found a man trimming a tree on his property. “Excuse me, could you please tell me where are the sculpted rocks?” I asked him.

“Who told you I have sculpted rocks!?”, he replied alarmed. I eased him by telling him I was simply following some signs of which I had lost track. We entered into small conversation about my quest to cross the mountains to visit Valle del Jerte, and the man felt compelled to show me the sculpted rocks he had on his property.

He had hidden a stone tomb under some bushes, because it could be taken away if authorities found it. The tomb had a puddle of murky water and was in bad shape, but when I saw it I just knew I had to climb inside. This would be a strange request to make to the man, so I simply said that I wanted to take some good pictures of it, so I asked for permission to clean it. The man acceded on the condition that I send him pictures after it was clean. He went away while I cleaned the tomb.

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When I was finished, I stripped naked and laid inside, meditating upon death. I felt an outmost tranquility and I wished to look at myself in this state, without a mirror I could only take a picture of myself. Which is what happened on this day, four years ago.

These deaths are ego deaths, in which parts of ourselves strip away revealing more authentic parts of ourselves. In this action I remember that I used to have a very fragile profesional ego, and the way that I dealt with having this ego hurt was by avoidance. Nowadays I consider this ego to have died in order to give way to a more experimental fool, but the habits instilled by fragile designer ego still reside within me.

So, if I get negative feedback from my client, this should no longer affect my self-esteem, because appreciation of the self is not based on my professional performance. What is it based on now? Self-esteem is an inaccurate model for how I deal with myself these days. I do fall into the trap of praising or condemning myself now and then, but this is superficial, when I contemplate inwardly I remember that I am an inexorable and interconnected part of spirit, a great wave of sorts, and that my mistakes and successes are equal in significance towards the teleological destiny of humanity (and mostly meaningless).

I shall read the email now.

Client is optimistic about the constraints I had proposed. I must remember: avoidance (and thus procrastination) belongs to the past. What happens in life is not about us, it is the very unfolding of universal spirit.

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2021-04-12 Menial work and breaks

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AuthorMark MacKay

I will resume writing my work logs as I did when I first begun writing: a registration of daily experience related to work. The first task, I think, is to define what I mean by work, because I sense that my definition is a bit idiosyncratic and I do know that sometimes I overstretch the boundaries of meaning and I encompass things which are clearly not work, so this ends up being a personal journal of sorts.

There is no problem in delving into the personal because in the end everything is connected, but sometimes I think I cease writing work logs and write personal logs instead, with an optional sprinkling of work.

What is work?

Any effort expended in the betterment of one’s life situation. Work can be inward or outward. Outward work is what I will focus resuming these work logs, because I think I over-indulge in inward work, and my purpose in this period is to reconnect with outward work. I find that writing about work helps me become more engaged in it, and I become more adept at extracting wisdom from experience when I write.

My intention is not to write about the specific work I do, but about the conclusions I reach because of the work I do. In the process of explaining these conclusions, it is very likely that I will have to explain some of the work done.

I will cease speculating and delve into the process itself.


The first task in work seems to be to remove all extraneous distraction. Things that interrupt us and will not go away unless we address them. This might seem like procrastination, but if you have pressing issues, in my case a bug report from a Method Draw user, some pressing issues from René who is releasing a writing course today, and a former client who needs a quick update to his software.

Unfortunately, entire days can be consumed by these menial, yet unavoidable tasks. Why does it seem that every project is a child that gains a life of its own, and comes back for attention every now and then? By this logic, my career will never end, because I will have accumulated hundreds of children that will claim my attention perpetually, and the only way to gain rest will be at my deathbed.

Perhaps then, my approach to legacy work is wrong: should I simply say no to maintenance work? Every effort that I put into the past is an effort that I do not put into the present. Where does maintenance work end? Right now, a reasonable pile of unwashed dishes lie in the sink. This morning I prepared breakfast and wondered wether it was more important to address the dishes or work first, but I will eventually have to address the dishes.

Sometimes I sit down to work, and when I become tired of expending this kind of effort, I go and do house chores, so I chose to leave the dishes in the sink in order to wait for the moment in which I would need a break. One cannot (or should not) work in more than three hour stretches, though it is the mind and the body that set the pace.

If you are in a state of flow, do not interrupt it because you are at your three hour mark. Pomodoro is bullshit: lose yourself in work, let the clock fly by how many hours it requires, but if the flying of the clock is lost, do not force it, take a break and wash the dishes.

Is it possible to make maintenance work into the same category as chores? If I am working on a major project and I need a break, can I switch my context and address a menial task? It seems to be possible, yet not ideal, because the context switch is not different enough to count as a break. We are working with the mind, looking through a screen, using our hands to perform a task. A real context switch would involve using a different part of our body, and a different center of being to perform a task. Thus, walking the dog, washing the dishes, making the bed, or going to the gym are good candidates for breaks from work.

Thus, I answer myself: there is no way to address menial computer work as a break from the same kind of work. I guess, if I became a digital being, that is, that my emotional and mental life happened entirely in cyberspace, I could accomplish this. And yet, I waste so much time on Twitter and Hacker News that I must concede that—for many hours a day—I am a digital being.

This is a thread that I must continue exploring. For the time being, I will complete my menial tasks in order to make space for creative work.

Work journal

Work logs will be resumed on April 12

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AuthorMark MacKay

I'll jot down some quick thoughts:

--English seems to be the natural language of work. It's brief, concise, sharp.
--¿Y si me es más fácil explicarme sentimentalmente en español?
--So let practical matters be treated in English, y las cosas metafísicas: las del espíritu y el corazón, en español.
--Una lengua romance para lo romántico.
--An arguably Germanic language for practical matters.

inner.observer es donde he estado siguiendo mi (ahora más esporádica) hábito de escritura. Continuaré nociones románticas por allá.

This place will take on a more professional spin, because writing about work helps me connect with it, but the habitual reader will know that this is an imaginary division, all meaningful work is personal and the process of work reveals interesting things about ourselves. I am most happy when I am most working and loving. These two are somehow connected. I am in a constant process of discovery.

Until then,

Spiritual exercises

Future sensing review, 2020

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AuthorMark MacKay

On the last day of 2019 I wrote a prediction of how 2020 would evolve for me. Here is how the prediction turned out.

I am writing from December 31, 2020.

Today is December 31, 2020.

My desk is devoid of vice.

Without remembering this “sensed future”, two months ago I begun clearing out these inner weeds in a gentle way. Vice is like a tumor fed by many capillary veins, you must cut and cauterize before moving on. Tearing the tumor out without consideration is painful in the extreme, and often leaves behind cells which will regrow them in the future.

As 2021 approached I wanted to take this year as the “cut-off year” where I finally left all vice behind. Something predictable happened: vice had a flare-up in anticipation of the lackingness. This is a game where no willpower should be used, and victory is no cause for rejoicing. But in literal terms yes, my desk is devoid of vice, I have made sustainable and substantial progress, things are more or less where I envisioned.

[name pending for the dog] arrived exactly one year ago, I’m glad I kept her.

Anything I write about Nina would feel lacking. She is an incredible dog. Often times she just stands there and looking at me in the eye at me while wagging her tail. I look back and feel low intensity currents of appreciation, happiness and love. If I had a tail, it would be wagging too.

In the spiritual sense she is preparing me for the deepest tasks of life: she is around 14 years old, in her last years, and I sometimes find myself grieving her already. I am extremely fortunate that—at 40 years of age—I have not lost a friend or family member whom I deeply cared about. This is preparation.

The second task is that of unconditional love. The spiritual task is to learn to love in the way the animal loves you. When you do not feed it, it gets hungry, but not resentful. When you leave, it misses you, yet never resents your absence. You do not transact with a dog. If you deny its evening walk because it chewed on a shoe, your relationship to the animal is unhealthy. Less unhealthy would be to scold it, more healthy would be to provide chewing toys. Many of these lessons can be extended to our fellow human beings, because we are social animals too.

The walls have paintings of my own creation.

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I only made one painting, a mandala which chronicles 32 days of COVID quarantine. The most important actions of the day were registered in the form of small drawings, while the geometric shapes represent services in my home (water, gas, electricity, land) and if the bills for these services are paid. It was co-created with my mother, an artist, with whom spent a substantial amount of days with me in this period in which we bonded. The feathers in the center were a later addition from the rooster I had to sacrifice from ill health.

I consider this painting unfinished, and I am waiting for spiritual guidance on how to complete it. I set out with this aspiration as a way of decorating my home and flexing my creative muscle, but by painting this I came to understand my art is more about meaning than aesthetics. I am satisfied with only producing one piece of meaning.

My shrine is a true shrine.

When I came back home I found numerous religious symbols scattered around the house, crosses, images of saints, and such. Additionally, I came back with some spiritual symbolism of my own (sea shells, rocks of special personal significance).

I put them in a corner of the house where they collected dust, and the real meaning behind this aspiration was to make it a living altar through devotion. A shrine where spiritual practice takes place would not collect dust.

However, my current spiritual practice takes place in yoga, and if it were not in yoga it would be in nature. I no longer feel the need of having a shrine at home.

There is a basket with lemons, avocados and chillies grown on this land.

I originally envisioned a basket with these items, literally. But it is not avocado season! Not only avocados, chillies and lemons were produced, there was also basil, epazote and tomatoes. Though cultivating is a fulfilling endeavor, it is too time consuming for my current life situation. This house already demands a tremendous amount of maintenance as to spread myself even thinner by cultivating the land. It is sad to see plants withering from lack of attention, and so I dropped this romantic notion.

Is there someone with me? I cannot answer this question, it is a riddle too difficult for me. There spoke attachment.

I will speak from what the heart yearns: a wonderful woman waits for me in the bedroom. There spoke desire.

Wether I am alone or in company, I will be fine with it. There spoke the soul.

Everything is as it’s supposed to be. There spoke truth.

Everything was supposed to be as it was, indeed. When the COVID lockdown fell upon us, I came to peace without having any romance or fling or anything, and I felt a deep contentment with my solitude. It was wonderful.

Now I feel the opposite as I was feeling the past year, I am having a romance with my solitude, which I grieve because it will be interrupted by the arrival of someone.

2020 is the year I built bridges between spirituality and my profession.

I do not feel I was brave enough to make this jump, yet.

My financial situation is stable, the source of income comes from work in the sense that I have come to understand it: a sense of flow, indistinct of the source.

I would not venture to call my financial situation stable, but it is much better than before. My source of income has come from flow indeed, nowadays there is very little forced work, that is work that is not pleasureable. I’m happy about it.

The writing course was a thrill, and I’m glad it opened new, unexpected doors. I feel much more comfortable with the idea of teaching now that I put it into practice under my own terms.

I had envisioned creating a course on introspective writing which did not come to fruition. Instead, I took part in a course which I organized with René called espiral de la conciencia which I enjoyed immensely, and I this is the stand in goal for this prediction.

I’m glad my situation allows for some generosity. I treasured the three month yoga class fees that I received from my sister and my mother, and I am glad to have responded this year with more generosity coming from a point of more prosperity than last year, when my situation was dire.

This came to fruition, and I am grateful for it.

I am still in Puebla. If one prospers at a place, it is a sign to stay put. The house is greatly improved, mostly through my own physical efforts. All the little places where mice can sneak in have been addressed, and I no longer encounter unwelcome visitors.

This too came to fruition.

The difference between my garden and the land behind the house have been erased. It is clear of castor oil plants and the Canna Lilly plantation prospered, providing fresh foliage again this winter.

Ditto.

This year my material world skills leveled up. The path took me through the discovery of the body. Yoga, rhythm, flexibility, strength, balance all increased this year. I am able to perform a press handstand. I also trained my hands with real world wood work projects.

Yes to yoga, flexibility and strength. I can’t perform a press handstand yet, but I have come to understand it requires a set of preconditions which I’m working on. No wood work projects because of budget constraints.

I mostly consume information from the real world. I do not check news sites or social media on habit. I am more present. I am more aware. I am more conscious. I am more compassionate. I am… Shhhhh ego. If we head in the correct direction we will arrive eventually.

Yes! I have ocasional slips coming back to online distractions, but these are minor. I am more present, more aware and more conscious but not through any kind of effort, I have more bandwidth for presence by dropping useless concerns. In walking The Way, one gains by losing.

This year I explored Truth in principle and in practice. I say what I think, yet I have learned how to handle difficult truths and my current rough ways have given way to a gentler, kinder way of pointing in the direction which I perceive as correct.

I find myself more compassionate and patient with people outside of my closest circle. However, I still find myself demanding and rough with my family, which is the ultimate measure of personal development. Progress was made, but more work needs to be done.

If this is a true prediction of trajectory or just wishful thinking is to be discovered next year. The exercise is mostly about projecting one’s desired future and knowing where to place action in order to fulfill it.

I did not hit the bullseye, but I was close enough to the target as to be satisfied with my progress. I will now do the same exercise for 2021, aiming a little higher just to see if doing this assists me into reaching new heights.

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Los work logs se mudan

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AuthorMark MacKay

TL;DR: Los work logs se mueven a inner.observer

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Hace unas semanas vi "Poesía sin fin" de Jodorowsky. Hay una escena en la que un Jodorowsky jóven quiere justificar su poesía ante una colega, la poetisa le da una bofetada y le dice: "¡un poeta nunca se justifica!". Cuando lo vi me reí mucho, pues el trabajo del poeta es diametralmente opuesto al del diseñador: el diseñador lo tiene que justificar todo.

Para este movimiento quiero tomar el camino del poeta, y sólo aclarar una cosa: inner.observer es más para mi de lo que es para el lector, y exploration.work será más para el lector de lo que es para mí. Inner Observer no tiene feed de RSS, Exploration Work lo tendrá.

exploration.work aún no existe, pero cuando exista, lo haré por el camino de diseñador, ahora sí explicando mis acciones.

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2020-08-23 Psicomagia

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AuthorMark MacKay

Hoy mi madre me pidió poner a Alejandro Jodorowsky en YouTube. Le puse un episodio de Carta Blanca en el cual Jodorowsky funge el papel de entrevistador. Al principio del programa aclara cuál es su intención: quiere hacer entrevistas para sanar.

El primer participante es Santiago Segura, que parece deslumbrado por momentos de que Jodorowsky lo lleva por caminos tan íntimos: “¿te sientes querido, Santiago”—“Ehhh… sí claro… por mis amigos”, contesta como dudoso de su propia honestidad. “¿Amor?”—lo confronta Jodorowsky “Jeje, bueno, alguna amiga…”, responde casi en el personaje de Torrente.

A Jodorowsky se le ve honestamente fascinado con Santiago Segura, lo celebra como una gran expresión del Tao: a través de la fealdad se puede llegar a la belleza y a lo sublime. “¡Deberías de ser crítico de cine!”, ríe en otro momento Segura, después de recibir tantos halagos.

En cierto momento discuten la psicomagia, y Jodorowsky dice no se deben romper los lazos familiares, se deben hacer actos psicomágicos que actúan como contraveneno de esos lazos. Para un padre tóxico, por ejemplo, recomienda quemar una foto del padre tóxico y beber las cenizas con agua.

Luego dijo “¿Qué haces con una madre invasora?”, y mi madre se volvió a verme. Yo alcé las cejas y dije: a ver qué nos dice. “En un altar colocas una foto de tu madre, dentro de una jaula. De vez en cuando le dejas un poquito de comida. De esta forma alimentas a la madre y obtienes independencia”. Nos reimos. Mi madre se paró a buscar un huacalito donde colocar una foto de ella ¿en serio mamá? si si no quiero ser yo la que impida que consigas novia.

Nos reimos. Se me ocurrió que en la reja metálica donde cocinamos las verduras podría ser buen lugar en lo que encontramos un mejor reemplazo, pero luego lo pensé bien y le dije “mamá, ¿sabes qué? cuando termine la cuaretena, ahora qué caso tiene, si conozco te aviso y ya está, para qué ahora. Mi madre concedió de mala gana.

Luego insistió en lavarme la mochila. Yo dije que no, pero insistió en lavarla. La vació toda, y en un rinconcito recóndito aparecieron dos fotos tamaño infantil de mi madre. Corrió a traérmelas, “¡Mark, mira lo que encontré!”, eran para su pasaporte, dos fotos pequeñas iguales donde se le ve muy estresada. Nos reímos mucho y las metimos en la rejilla de las verduras, que luego pusimos en el altar de la casa.

No sé cómo tomarlo mas que como experimento: le pondré comida y estaré atento a lo que me muestra el mundo. Si hace un par de días decidí que era testigo, quizás ahora decida ser partícipe. ¡Pero me gusta tanto mi independencia! Shhh… Sólo hace falta observar.

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2020-08-21 Lo que resta de agosto será para proyectos personales

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AuthorMark MacKay

Subí a la azotea a escribir. Dentro de la casa hace un frío que cala los huesos. Increíble pasar agosto con frío. He echado mucho de menos el calor de España estos días. Recuerdo que lamentaba la pérdida del verano desde antes que llegara, pero con el tiempo y la experiencia he comprendido que cada estación tiene su forma de encanto. En Puebla la temperatura es muy regular todo el año y echo de menos las estaciones. Aquí hay temporada de lluvia y no lluvia.

Acabo de hablar con René respecto a los siguiente pasos de Blank.page. Llegamos a un acuerdo respecto a cómo movernos hacia adelante, pues hubo un mal cálculo con mi enfermedad y luego una reconsideración de factores para aplicar mejor nuestras aptitudes y gustos personales en el trabajo. Ya he estado trasteando con servidores, pero volvemos al área de expertise que es interacción, hacer juegos, divertirnos un poco!

Lo que resta de Agosto lo quiero invertir en mis proyectos personales. Hace falta acomodar muchas cosas en mi presencia online, con la incorporación de inner.observer y exploration.work. De hecho, debería comenzar ya. Iré al gimnasio, dejaré la ropa en la lavandería, pasaré a comprar cosas al super... es mejor prescindir de la bici. ¿Qué quiero lograr en estos 10 días respecto a mi presencia online? Buena pregunta para el gimnasio.

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Conforme entraba a la plaza comercial donde se encuentra el gimnasio, salió una chica hermosa con un smoothie de Starbucks en la mano. Se la regaló al policía, que sudaba bajo el sol del medio día. La escena me conmovió, particularmente en el ambiente hostil actual. Quedé flechado por la chica, evidentemente. Es cierto lo que dice Sócrates, en cuanto vemos belleza queremos adueñarnos de ella.

Pero pensé "¿soy parte de este evento?--o--¿soy testigo?" y lo percibí claramente: soy testigo. Y con ello me vino una satisfacción muy sencilla de haber evidenciado algo hermoso sin intervenir en ello.

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Las metas para hoy ya están cumplidas: inner.observer y exploration.work están online (pero desnudas aún)

[Bla, bla, bla]

La tarea de encontrar lo que uno realmente quiere hacer es la más difícil de las tareas, pero si uno lo encuentra, debe dejar atrás toda obligación no esencial en la búsqueda de esa inspiración.

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2020-08-20 Personajes famosos

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AuthorMark MacKay

Entre mis textos random encontré una lista de personajes famosos de la historia, sólo sé que viene de este proyecto pero desconozco la forma en la que está ordenada, y parece que abarca un periodo específico de tiempo. Se me hizo buen ejercicio para enterarse de lo que uno mismo no sabe. No importa cuanto sepamos, la ignorancia siempre será mayor a nuestro conocimiento.

Key:
▫▫▫▫▫ Never heard about 'em or just heard the name.
▪▫▫▫▫ I know the name and historical context
▪▪▫▫▫ Can name a few works and its importance in history
▪▪▪▫▫ Read a couple of second hand accounts of the work
▪▪▪▪▫ I have experienced the work of art in person
▪▪▪▪▪ Not a scholar but has resonated with me
★ I'm ready to level up

▪▪▪▫▫ Napoleon Bonaparte
▪▪▫▫▫ William Shakespeare
▪▪▪▪▪ Muhammad
▪▪▫▫▫ Voltaire
▪▫▫▫▫ Francis Bacon ★
▪▪▪▫▫ Aristotle
▪▪▪▪▪ Johann Goethe
▪▫▫▫▫ Julius Caesar
▪▪▫▫▫ Martin Luther
▪▪▪▪▪ Plato

▪▫▫▫▫ Napoleon III
▫▫▫▫▫ Edmund Burke ★
▪▪▫▫▫ Homer
▪▪▪▫▫ Isaac Newton
▪▫▫▫▫ Cicero
▪▪▫▫▫ John Milton
▪▪▫▫▫ Alexander the Great
▫▫▫▫▫ Pitt ★
▪▪▫▫▫ George Washington
▫▫▫▫▫ Augustus ★

▫▫▫▫▫ Wellington ★
▪▫▫▫▫ Raphael
▪▪▪▫▫ Rene Descartes
▪▪▪▫▫ Christopher Columbus
▪▪▪▫▫ Confucius ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Penn ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Scott ★
▪▪▫▫▫ Michelangelo
▪▪▪▪▪ Socrates
▪▪▫▫▫ Byron ★

▫▫▫▫▫ Cromwell
▪▪▪▫▫ Gautama
▪▪▫▫▫ Immanuel Kant ★
▪▪▫▫▫ Gottfried Leibniz ★
▫▫▫▫▫ John Locke ★
▪▫▫▫▫ Demosthenes ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Mary Stuart ★
▪▫▫▫▫ John Calvin
▫▫▫▫▫ Moliere ★
▪▪▫▫▫ Abraham Lincoln

▫▫▫▫▫ Louis Philippe
▪▪▫▫▫ Dante
▪▪▫▫▫ Jean Rousseau ★
▪▫▫▫▫ Nero
▪▪▪▪▪ Benjamin Franklin
▪▪▫▫▫ Galileo Galilei
▫▫▫▫▫ Samuel Johnson
▫▫▫▫▫ Robespierre
▫▫▫▫▫ Frederick the Great
▪▪▪▪▪ Marcus Aurelius

▪▪▫▫▫ Hegel ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Petrarch ★
▪▫▫▫▫ Horace ★
▪▫▫▫▫ Charles V. (Germany)
▫▫▫▫▫ Mirabeau
▪▪▫▫▫ Erasmus ★
▪▫▫▫▫ Virgil
▪▫▫▫▫ Hume ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Guizot
▫▫▫▫▫ Edward Gibbon

▪▪▫▫▫ Blaise Pascal ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Bossuet
▪▫▫▫▫ Thomas Hobbes ★
▪▪▪▪▪ Jonathan Swift
▫▫▫▫▫ Thiers
▫▫▫▫▫ Louis XIV
▫▫▫▫▫ William Wordsworth
▫▫▫▫▫ Louis XVI
▫▫▫▫▫ Nelson
▫▫▫▫▫ Henry VIII

▫▫▫▫▫ Joseph Addison
▪▫▫▫▫ Thucydides ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Fox
▫▫▫▫▫ Racine
▪▪▫▫▫ Friedrich Schiller ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Henry IV (France)
▫▫▫▫▫ William Herschel
▫▫▫▫▫ Tasso
▪▫▫▫▫ Thomas Jefferson
▪▫▫▫▫ Ptolemy ★

▪▪▪▫▫ Augustine ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Alexander Pope
▪▪▪▪▫ Niccolo Machiavelli
▪▪▪▫▫ Emanuel Swedenborg ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Philip II
▪▪▫▫▫ Leonardo da Vinci ★
▫▫▫▫▫ George III
▫▫▫▫▫ Julian
▪▪▪▫▫ Pythagoras ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Macaulay

▪▪▪▫▫ Rubens
▫▫▫▫▫ Burns
▪▪▫▫▫ Mozart ★
▪▪▫▫▫ Humboldt ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Auguste Comte ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Cousin
▫▫▫▫▫ Georges Cuvier
▫▫▫▫▫ Justinian
▫▫▫▫▫ Euripides ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Camoens

▫▫▫▫▫ Talleyrand
▫▫▫▫▫ Fenelon
▫▫▫▫▫ Thomas Carlyle
▫▫▫▫▫ Pius IX
▫▫▫▫▫ Pitt
▫▫▫▫▫ More
▪▫▫▫▫ Hannibal
▪▪▪▫▫ Benedict Spinoza ★
▫▫▫▫▫ Chateaubriand
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▫▫▫▫▫ Grotius
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▪▫▫▫▫ Polo
▪▪▪▫▫ Carl Linnaeus
▫▫▫▫▫ Raleigh [John Strutt]
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▫▫▫▫▫ Jos. Bonaparte
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▪▫▫▫▫ Charlemagne
▪▫▫▫▫ Aristophanes
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▫▫▫▫▫ St. Ambrose
▫▫▫▫▫ Richelieu
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▫▫▫▫▫ John Hunter
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▫▫▫▫▫ Origen
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▪▫▫▫▫ Friedrich Schelling
▪▪▪▪▪ Durer
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▫▫▫▫▫ Louis XVIII
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▪▫▫▫▫ Geoffrey Chaucer

▪▪▪▪▫ Michel Montaigne
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▪▪▪▪▪ Hernán Cortés
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▫▫▫▫▫ L. Bonaparte
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▪▪▪▪▪ Xenophon
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▫▫▫▫▫ William Harvey
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▪▪▫▫▫ Johannes Gutenberg
▪▪▫▫▫ Lope de Vega Carpio
▫▫▫▫▫ Pierre Laplace
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▫▫▫▫▫ Necker
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▫▫▫▫▫ Arius
▫▫▫▫▫ Aeschylus
▫▫▫▫▫ Etienne
▪▪▫▫▫ Epicurus

▫▫▫▫▫ Mithradates
▫▫▫▫▫ Isocrates
▫▫▫▫▫ Jerome
▫▫▫▫▫ Andrew Jackson
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▫▫▫▫▫ Joseph Gay-Lussac
▫▫▫▫▫ Wilhelm I. (Prussia)
▫▫▫▫▫ Barthold Niebuhr

▫▫▫▫▫ Fielding
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▫▫▫▫▫ Friedrich Schleiermacher
▪▫▫▫▫ James Watt
▫▫▫▫▫ St. Bernard
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▫▫▫▫▫ Joinville
▫▫▫▫▫ Francois Arago
▫▫▫▫▫ Fouche

▫▫▫▫▫ Handel
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▪▫▫▫▫ Johann Herder
▪▪▪▪▪ Velázquez
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▪▫▫▫▫ Alcibiades
▫▫▫▫▫ De Foe
▫▫▫▫▫ Hastings
▫▫▫▫▫ Colbert

▫▫▫▫▫ Metternich
▫▫▫▫▫ Richard I.
▫▫▫▫▫ Tertullian
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▫▫▫▫▫ Leo X
▫▫▫▫▫ Cobde
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▫▫▫▫▫ Christoph Wieland
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▫▫▫▫▫ Samuel Coleridge
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▫▫▫▫▫ Chatterton
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▫▫▫▫▫ Tacitus
▫▫▫▫▫ Nicolas Malebranche
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▫▫▫▫▫ Germanicus
▫▫▫▫▫ Joseph Haydn

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▪▫▫▫▫ Charles Montesquieu
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▫▫▫▫▫ Charles II (England)

▫▫▫▫▫ Bernadotte
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▫▫▫▫▫ G. Monk
▪▪▫▫▫ Adam Smith
▫▫▫▫▫ Ney
▫▫▫▫▫ Victor Emmanuel

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▫▫▫▫▫ Jeremy Bentham
▪▫▫▫▫ Drake
▫▫▫▫▫ Moreau
▪▫▫▫▫ Michael Faraday

▫▫▫▫▫ Boetius
▪▫▫▫▫ Thomas Moore
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▫▫▫▫▫ Channing
▫▫▫▫▫ Alexander II (Russia)
▫▫▫▫▫ Maria Theresa
▫▫▫▫▫ Richard Wagner
▫▫▫▫▫ Joseph Priestley
▪▫▫▫▫ Josephine
▫▫▫▫▫ Thackeray

▪▫▫▫▫ Nicolaus Copernicus
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▫▫▫▫▫ Soult
▫▫▫▫▫ Maximilian
▫▫▫▫▫ Sadi (or Lazare) Carnot?
▫▫▫▫▫ Philo
▪▪▫▫▫ Averroes
▪▫▫▫▫ Calderon (de la barca?)
▪▫▫▫▫ Bolivar
▫▫▫▫▫ Sulla

▫▫▫▫▫ Ali-weli-zade
▫▫▫▫▫ Le Sage
▫▫▫▫▫ Heinrich Heine
▪▫▫▫▫ Robert Boyle
▪▪▪▪▫ Loyola
▫▫▫▫▫ Marie Antoinette
▫▫▫▫▫ Wesley
▫▫▫▫▫ Poussin
▫▫▫▫▫ Winckelmann
▫▫▫▫▫ Turenne

▫▫▫▫▫ R.B.B. Sheridan
▫▫▫▫▫ Weber
▫▫▫▫▫ William Hamilton
▪▫▫▫▫ Avicenna
▫▫▫▫▫ Anthony Shaftesbury
▫▫▫▫▫ Bright
▫▫▫▫▫ Catullus
▫▫▫▫▫ Herman Boerhaave
▫▫▫▫▫ C. Grey
▫▫▫▫▫ Leopold I. (Germany)

▫▫▫▫▫ William Irving
▫▫▫▫▫ Henry IV (Germany)
▫▫▫▫▫ Tamerlane
▫▫▫▫▫ Massena
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▫▫▫▫▫ Sainte-Beuver
▫▫▫▫▫ Baxter
▫▫▫▫▫ K.W. Humboldt

▫▫▫▫▫ Jenner
▫▫▫▫▫ Justus Liebig
▫▫▫▫▫ Philip II (Germany)
▪▫▫▫▫ Thomas Aquinas
▫▫▫▫▫ Dumouriez
▫▫▫▫▫ Murillo
▫▫▫▫▫ Lucian
▫▫▫▫▫ Agassiz
▪▫▫▫▫ Mehemet Ali
▫▫▫▫▫ Thomas Wolsey

▫▫▫▫▫ Solon
▫▫▫▫▫ Jansen
▪▫▫▫▫ Antoine Lavoisier
▫▫▫▫▫ R. Walpole
▫▫▫▫▫ Hogarth
▫▫▫▫▫ Derby
▫▫▫▫▫ Bichat
▫▫▫▫▫ Sherman
▫▫▫▫▫ Frederick W. III (Prussia)
▫▫▫▫▫ St. Simon

▫▫▫▫▫ Wilkes
▫▫▫▫▫ Phidias
▫▫▫▫▫ Philip Augustus
▫▫▫▫▫ Moses Mendelssohn
▫▫▫▫▫ Boniface VIII
▫▫▫▫▫ Cobbett
▫▫▫▫▫ Jean Bailly
▪▫▫▫▫ Emerson
▫▫▫▫▫ Joseph II (Germany)
▪▪▪▪▫ Russell

▫▫▫▫▫ Vauban
▫▫▫▫▫ Ferdinand V. (Spain)
▫▫▫▫▫ Bayle
▫▫▫▫▫ Archimedes
▫▫▫▫▫ Christina
▫▫▫▫▫ Scipio
▫▫▫▫▫ Thou
▫▫▫▫▫ T. Fairfax
▫▫▫▫▫ Metastasio
▫▫▫▫▫ Louis IX

▫▫▫▫▫ L. Hopital
▫▫▫▫▫ Marat
▫▫▫▫▫ Guicciardini
▫▫▫▫▫ Jacob Berzelius
▫▫▫▫▫ Akbar
▫▫▫▫▫ Sarpi
▫▫▫▫▫ Marcus Varro
▫▫▫▫▫ Armeniuis
▫▫▫▫▫ Vergniaud
▫▫▫▫▫ Bayard

▫▫▫▫▫ Gregory I. (Pope)
▫▫▫▫▫ Louis XIII
▫▫▫▫▫ Beaton
▫▫▫▫▫ Wilberforce
▫▫▫▫▫ Tieck
▫▫▫▫▫ Andrews
▫▫▫▫▫ Lycurgus
▫▫▫▫▫ O'Connell
▫▫▫▫▫ Burnet
▫▫▫▫▫ Reynolds

▫▫▫▫▫ Seward
▫▫▫▫▫ J. Franklin
▫▫▫▫▫ Galen
▫▫▫▫▫ A. Dumas
▫▫▫▫▫ Alarie
▫▫▫▫▫ Campanella
▫▫▫▫▫ Arnauld
▫▫▫▫▫ Honore Balzac
▫▫▫▫▫ Plautus
▫▫▫▫▫ a' Kemple

Work journal

2020-08-19 inner.observer y exploration.work

Date
AuthorMark MacKay

Ahora estoy intentando editar a partir de lo que escribí, así que el texto concuerda en su mayoría con el manuscrito, pero no del todo

Escribir en el gimnasio es la cosa más peculiar. Lo comencé a hacer cuando noté que hacer ejercicio ayuda a pensar con mayor claridad. Llegan más insights.

Han sido cuatro meses prácticamente sin hacer ejercicio. En este descanso he notado lo necesario que es para el funcionamiento correcto de la mente. Es la cosa más peculiar: me puedo llevar un problema importante al gimnasio, y a través de la práctica del ejercicio el problema se resuelve a sí mismo: si es un problema interpersonal, toma su debida perspectiva debido a la regulación emocional natural del ejercicio.

A veces comienzo a trabajar en la mañana, y no puedo resolver un problema. Me llevo el ordenador al gimnasio, y después de mi sesión me siento a trabajar en las mesas que están afuera. Es literalmente ver el problema con otros ojos, la relación emocional con el problema ya no es de frustración y desesperación. Se recobra el enfoque y las cosas suelen resolverse por si mismas.


La segunda parte es una deliberación respecto a cómo dividir mi presencia online. Llegué a la siguiente conclusión:

  1. Necesito un lugar donde poner mi “stream of thought”, mi actividad diaria. Esto reemplaza los work logs. Para esto compré el dominio https://inner.observer/

  2. Necesito un lugar donde colocar mi trabajo exploratorio. Esto es, las cosas que voy haciendo en el “taller”. Pueden ser proyectos de diseño, programación, espirituales, intelectuales, etc. Se vale comenzar y abandonar proyectos, pero es necesario documentarlos. Para esto compré el dominio: https://exploration.work

  3. Method of Action pasa a ser un repositorio de “herramientas y artículos relacionados con el diseño”. Duopixel se incorpora a Method of Action. En el futuro puede haber más “aparadores” (dominios nuevos) donde se van colocando las cosas comenzadas en exploration.work.


Catálogo de plantas indeseables en el jardín.

Work journal

2020-08-17 About

Date
AuthorMark MacKay

Algunos días sólo se escribe como método para provocar que los nubarrones interiores suelten agua. No hace falta transcribir los rituales para llegar a ello. el propósito era esclarecerme para escribir un about personal. Esto fue lo que resultó:


I take a deep breathe in, exhale.

I detest this task.

To define myself.

Definitions are boundaries.

As soon as I see a boundary I wish to transgress it.

The rules that I put myself are rules meant to be broken,

but underneath the rebellious nature of this insight,

lies a deeper way of doing things,

rather than performing a futile attempt at inner control,

the detached mind observes the forces at play without intervention.

Without attention, all insight goes to waste.

With senses heightened, one perceives within:

Where does the “I” exist?

Does it come from the head?

Today it exists in the heart.

I have not learned how to remain there,

and I still arrive by trial and error,

but I can come to exist in the heart,

an aching can be felt,

but who is not reeling lately,

is it really pain?

no, look more closely: it is yearning.

Yearning for what?

That is the question.

Where does this yearning want to go?

To be reunited with the one?

The way of reunion is art.

That would make me an artist,

But a failure of courage has been observed,

in which I constantly put off my responsibility,

to share the insights of this great journey.

The journey is never complete without embodying it.

Let actions speak louder than words.

Who am I?

I am what I do.