1. buy a wearable camera for kayaking 2. hobby farm 3. have my own start-up company (SaaS, API, consultation... whatever, just my own, th...
以前的梦生和死的人经常混在一起，这次不一样。
梦见以GQ死了的真实前提而展开的工作的后续。一个激昂而愤慨的组员，还有一个外部的联络者。我还打电话给RF问专业问题，说很有意思。而一旦醒来就发现的确有点意思，讲的是物理的空间分布和生物的活性之间的关系。两个维度的结合。
接下来觉得的确没意思。我所选择的方向往往都是非常兴趣为主，结合今年被拒的两个proposals以及各种商业企划的反馈，problems to be solved是关键。想象这是两个巨大的圈，内在的个人兴趣和外在的需求问题，它们能够重叠的只是一个稀薄的狭小的空间。我必须在2024年在这个空间里操作和挣扎。
善善而不为。恶恶而不去。
= 把自己的lab搞起来
= 把自己的公司搞起来
= 锻炼，刷牙
= 帮助孩子们尤其老二
= 会议记录
= keep the flow
= don't take irrelevant shits
User expand the writing using similar tones from Jorge Luis Borges' novels
Through the labyrinthine corridors of this U01 proposal, I found myself delving into the uncharted realms of meta-me mode, a state of profound introspection that unfolded its enigmatic petals especially in the quietude of early morning hours. Picture a time when the world still slumbers, the clock hands tiptoeing through the predawn darkness—4 am, 5 am—a time when the tendrils of daily duties, clamorous meetings, and disruptive noises have yet to pierce the cocoon of solitude. It is in this liminal space, suspended between the realms of half-sleep and half-awakeness, that the contours of my meta-self begin to crystallize.
This self-defined meta-me, an ethereal construct that dances on the periphery of consciousness, gifts me an unparalleled clarity—a lucidity that dissects the feasible from the fantastical, the intrinsic desires from the echoes of external influence. To dispel any mystique, let me make it clear: this meta-me state is no supernatural communion with ancestral spirits or the result of imbibing psychedelic mushroom concoctions. Instead, it is a serene mental state that allows me to conduct a silent audit of myself, assessing conditions, requirements, and the true contours of my objectives.
Analogous to the ancient practice of meditative retrospection, this meta-me state is a deliberate journey into the recesses of my own psyche. It is akin to an alchemical distillation process, separating the essence of genuine aspirations from the cacophony of societal expectations. It is a mindful disentanglement from the external narratives that seek to mold my desires, creating a space where authenticity can flourish.
In the narrative of self-discovery, an unexpected companion emerges—my own version of a 24-year-old's tattered notebook from a solo expedition through the ethereal landscapes of Tibet. In an era devoid of smartphones and modern distractions, my only solace was a piece of dirty paper, a canvas for scribbling hasty notes that later metamorphosed into a tapestry of travel tales, embroidered with romanticism and creativity. This notebook, like ChatGPT in the present context, is not a silver bullet; it is not a surrogate for my cognitive faculties. Instead, it serves as a humble accomplice, a vessel for transcribing the musings that germinate in the quietude of self-reflection.
Just as my dusty notebook captured the essence of fleeting moments in Tibet, ChatGPT becomes a conduit for expanding the nascent thoughts cultivated in the fertile soil of meta-me mode. It is not a usurper of my intellectual sovereignty but a collaborator, an instrument that lends its voice to the symphony of my contemplations. In the dance between self-discovery and technological augmentation, the proposal takes shape, a harmonious blend of ancient introspection and futuristic collaboration.
