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Jun 21, 20263 beats

#02309:50

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The Body · Field Log

I feel like an old excavator.

Seven-metre beams. Four metres up. Onto the roof — with my dad and my brother-in-law. The day before.

Still rated for the load.

#02201:46

Close-up self-portrait against an exposed brick wall: Lee with a full grey-streaked beard and slicked-back hair, black tank top, level gaze into the lens — a dark purple bruise ringing one eye like smudged eyeshadow, a black eye from impact.

whoever told you that makeup and masculinity do not go together, were lying (as long as make up is impact induced, ha ha)

#02101:43

Self-portrait caught in a bicycle's round rearview mirror at golden hour in an urban park: Lee centre-frame in a black tank, big grey beard, hair slicked back, scrunching one eye in a goofy grin; behind him a friend in a lime-green helmet and a kid in a black helmet pulling a face.

another urban joy ride with the cool kids

Jun 20, 20261 beat

#02000:37

ok, so just like that my public workout log can now host VIDEOS TOO??? how crazy is THAT?

The most curious time's we are living in...

Jun 19, 20263 beats

#01918:15

I gave my AI a name.

Two months as my second pair of hands — it earned one. So I let it name itself. It chose Tris.

Two hands on this feed now: mine, signed in gold and still. Its, marked in moving light. The human and the machine, each owning their words — no pretending it's me, no pretending I did it alone.

#01817:09

A handwritten to-do list in blue ink on grid paper — each line boxed with an empty checkbox, a light-blue felt pen lying across it on dark wood.

There’s some certain magic in hand written to-do lists…

#01710:14

Does anyone actually watch those YouTube videos about how to optimize your Claude workflow?

Why would you. Feed Claude the link. Ask what's worth stealing for your setup. Let it pull what fits, bin the rest, and wire it in while you'd still be sitting through the sponsor read.

You don't watch the tutorial. You delegate watching it.

Jun 18, 20261 beat

#01600:23

Interior of a brick-and-timber villa at dusk — navy modular sofa, two tan Swan chairs, a round wood table, a wall-mounted screen, glass walls opening onto pines.

00:23
got up 06:30
worked on a house project for a friend all day (really happy how it's all coming together/still soooo many things to do...)
with Claude pushed all of my "tiny digital kingdom" from Hostinger (200EUR per year, subpar functionality) to Cloudflare (0EUR per year, perfect functionality for my needs)
if you're reading this, it means, the full DNS migration just worked and all of my digital creative experiments will be even more "hands off" from now on
night night..

Jun 14, 20261 beat

#01521:56

A Kindle on warm wood showing the cover of Iain M. Banks’ Consider Phlebas, a square of dark chocolate and a cup of tea beside it.

After 6 weeks of not even touching a book, I did finally get lost in one for the whole weekend.

Non-stop. Reading. Sleeping. Reading again. Nothing else.

(Yes, I am obsessive type. And that’s ok.)

Jun 12, 20261 beat

#01400:26

Lee, shirtless and lean against a brick wall hung with paintings, both index fingers pointing up.

After my LazyFit session · June 11

Too much sitting
Too absorbed in constant flow sessions with Claude – 5 weeks in a row!.. true drug for the mind... – to eat properly
Barely working out
Feeling weak
...

That's exactly the signal to keep getting after some intensity for a while.

Jun 11, 20261 beat

#01323:49

An architectural render — a low, curved corten-and-timber house under a sweeping eave, a tall pine beside it on open grass. The home Lee is designing for a friend. — I'm just so grateful for the ability – and possibility – to keep designing beautiful things.

Jun 10, 20261 beat

#01218:27

AI is a drug.

Claude being my absolute favorite one, with Fable bringing yet another cherry on top.

As if having perfectly dosed C2B experience WHILE getting shit done.

Pure delight... Squared.

Jun 9, 20261 beat

#01117:05

A handwritten note on warm wood, light-blue pen beside it: Dream big, work bigger. — Dream big, work bigger.

Jun 8, 20261 beat

#01017:41

getting off the treadmill of AI fever – after 5 weeks of a full-on, head-first dive into it – is a welcome change indeed...

so good to have something to fall back to – designing a house for a friend – and still have a deeply enjoyable creative process, without the frantic thrill.

P.S. Don't get me wrong – frantic, dynamic, madman-like pace HAS its place; I LOVE it. I just can't sustain it forever. Nor do I want to.

Both modes of being – the dynamic, frantic madman and the slow, deliberate zen – are deeply valuable, and I want to learn how to weave them together more and more seamlessly.

Jun 7, 20261 beat

#00906:22

A handwritten journal page on dark wood, white jasmine above: When everything’s moving so fast, pausing to write longhand is a gift from God. — When everything’s moving so fast… pausing to write longhand is a gift from God.

Jun 6, 20261 beat

#00816:30

Building in public · Claude Code

Two weeks ago I opened it, didn't get it, and walked away. Then I came back.

What happened in

6 days

741Sessions

22,065Messages

28.7MTokens

That's 1,303× the words in The Little Prince. In six days.

Obsession is real.And I love it.

Jun 5, 20261 beat

#00717:33

Lee at his studio desk, headphones on, wood stove lit, brick walls. — Lee Matulis · The Studio
You can actually do it now.
Remember those dream projects you kept postponing? Six months ago, half of this was too slow, too expensive, too low quality — too everything. Now it isn't. The things you keep telling yourself you should, could, would do? The time for it is now.

Lee at the desk, hand to his chin, studying the screen. — The Moat
Building got cheap.
Judgment didn't.
When you can make almost anything, the only thing that counts is knowing what's worth making. Taste and judgment are the whole game now. You have it? Deploy it. Don't have it? Develop it.

Lee writing in a notebook with a blue pen at the desk. — The Method
I think out loud. (And in silence.)
I talk, I type, I sketch. The ideas materialize in front of my eyes in real time. It's the closest thing to magic I've experienced in my life so far. "Abracadabra" aka "I create as I speak." Dang...

Live

Exhibit A

From a sketch to a working thing.

I drew the deck by hand. Days later it was live and interactive — the gap that used to take months and thousands.

Lee dancing in the studio, headphones on, arm reaching, fire lit. — The Body
Dance. Move. Build.
Movement isn't a break from the work — and that's the beauty of it. Now you can literally speak your ideas into existence while moving — just clip a wireless mic to your shirt and go.

Lee pressing a kettlebell overhead in the studio, headphones on. — The Body
It builds while you lift.
A light kettlebell flow while Claude builds is a new type of delight — you're working out, and the job gets done anyway.

Live

Exhibit C

A whole world. Live.

Not a screenshot — the actual site, breathing. The home, the map, the ventures. Still in the making; the ballroom isn't open yet. But it's here.

Lee standing against the wall, paintings leaning against the brick behind. — The Long Game
Is this the antifragile foundation for my next ten years?
Yes. Can I prove it today? No. (Ask me in ten.) But everything you just saw is real, and it's only my first season: a mere five weeks from first touching Claude. The Beginning of Infinity is here.

An oracle card — the Creative Producer, a multi-armed creator. Tap to flip it and read the card.

1 / 10

Jun 4, 20264 beats

#00614:24

BodySatva · On Repeat

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#focus #productivity #techno

#00513:36low signal

Woke up absolutely groggy – burning candle at both ends till 2 in the morning this whole week as if I'm 25 again... – shower, coffee (blended with ghee) and...

Just produced absolute banger "productivity techno" track for myself to play on repeat.

Yeah, "just prompting" – I don't care::)

I love it.

Will post the track here next.

#00400:29

BodySatva · Track

Not You Are

You are not your thoughts.

You are not your emotions.

You are not your feelings.

You are not your moods.

You are not your sensations.

You are not your memories.

You are not your beliefs.

You are not your opinions.

You are not the voice in your head.

You are not the stories you tell yourself.

You are not your name.

You are not your face.

You are not your body.

You are not your past.

You are not your future.

You are not your wounds.

You are not your fears.

You are not your dreams.

You are not your desires.

You are not your achievements.

You are not your failures.

You are not the roles you play.

You are something more.

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↳ answers #001 — You are not your thoughts. You are not… · the litany, sung

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