· Vincenzo Lambiase · 2 min read
The rest of this site is a book. It has chapters, it stands still, and it is finished on purpose. But a book is a strange thing to build a life around, since the interesting part of any life is the part that is not finished yet. So this is the log.
A ship keeps two documents. There is the story it tells when it reaches port, and there is the logbook, written at sea, in plain hand, while nobody knows how the voyage ends. The story is edited. The log is honest. This page is the second kind.
I am Vincenzo Lambiase. I study medicine, I build things at night, and I make films that try to make old paintings move. I have spent a while making the finished chapters of this site as good as I could. What I have not had, until now, is a place to write the work down while it is still going wrong — the half-built tool, the idea that did not survive contact with reality, the small thing learned this week and worth remembering.
So the entries here will be short and frequent rather than long and rare. Notes, not essays. Some about medicine, some about machines, some about the coast that keeps explaining both. None of it polished into a case study, because a case study is written after you already know the answer, and the whole point of a log is that you do not.
If you have arrived here by searching my name, gentle reader, this is the most current account of what I am actually doing. If you want it delivered instead of remembered, there is an RSS feed. Either way: the voyage continues, and now it is written down.
— entry no. 1