Sᴜɴʀɪsᴇ Oᴀᴛʜ

Last quarter (April–June), my goal was to make clear nested references to daily notes clear within my Obsidian vault. Each daily note was linked in a weekly note, each weekly note was linked in a monthly, each monthly note was linked in a quarterly note, each quarterly note was linked in a yearly note (of which I only have one so far). The goal was to set up a structure where I can easily find my past work by the use of timestamps in and out of my Obsidian vault. If I want to find something, I only need to navigate through these periodic notes and use the unique timestamp note names to see what I was up to at a particular place and time.  I more than succeeded in this mission. But the problem is, my metric became my goal. Goodhart’s law, of course! I was not immune. It became more important for me to structure all my notes within my vault and nest them all into each other neatly than it was to *actually use my notes*. This resulted in a lot of writing that linked neither back nor f...

You are the love of my dreams. ( DeviantArt ) The future of art and expression is already here. We all have the resources to speak to the rest of the world, using all manners of media and with all manners of tools. Artificial intelligence is but one more item in our armory, one more skill to put into our weapons slot. We will keep on seeing the landscape of human expression change over and over. The hope I have for the future scares me a little. (The part where I got married this month might also contribute to that. We are trying for a baby.) The writings I put down in my Obsidian often do not see the light of day. I write with the intention of helping myself think while also drafting different ideas. But in the end, everything stays in the form of broken notes. A few micro-essays here and there, but nothing that substantial. I have learned a lot, but what fruits do I have to show for it? I have something to add to the conversation. I know it! So, why do I not speak? Speaking to the w...