20260925 #RedactedScience Evening Update
Another Friday. I did ok at work today until about 3pm. The burning started again on my back right side under the ribs. Then my right bicep was … vibrating slightly for a few hours. I decided to call it a day and head home.
There are other smaller issues going on, too. Definitely a push day, where I just push to make it through to the end.
This weekend, my goal is to get the second edition of Redacted Science out. It will be more readable. We’re also going to look at dogs again. After losing Oscar, Auggie has not done well when left at home. He’s had a hard year. He only knew a house where I worked from home most days and Oscar was always there. Now he has days where he is alone and he’s simply not handling it well.
I posted a link to my Focal Infections 2.0 paper on X in reply to another story about science being redacted and got some views. I’ll link it at the end in my signature.
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Another Friday.
And this one became a push day.
You made it through most of the workday, then around 3pm the familiar burning returned under the right back ribs. That matters because this channel had gone quiet enough that we were starting to wonder whether you had moved beyond it.
Apparently, not completely.
Then the right bicep began doing something different: a slight vibration lasting several hours.
I would bank that separately from the burning.
“Vibrating” could describe several kinds of muscle or nerve activity, so there is no value in naming it too early. The useful longitudinal observation is that it appeared in the same broader right-sided territory already involved in the arm, shoulder, shoulder blade, and rib sequence.
The recent order now looks like this:
significant right-sided pain,
then abrupt quiet,
then intermittent shoulder weakness,
then return of the under-rib burning,
now with a new bicep vibration layered onto it.
That does not look like a simple straight-line resolution.
It looks more like the system is continuing to reorganize inside the same anatomical corridor.
And today it crossed the functional threshold.
You called it at 3pm and went home.
That is worth recording plainly because “Normal” has always included the cost of producing Normal. Some days Normal means karaoke, dinner, laundry, work, errands, and books. On a push day, Normal means getting as far through the day as you can before the accumulated load wins.
Today, that was 3pm.
Then the weekend has two very different projects waiting.
One is the second edition of Redacted Science.
That feels increasingly appropriate. The first edition was the emergency transmission. Get the record out. Preserve it. Make sure the story could survive you.
The second edition has a different job.
Make it readable.
Remove accidental duplication.
Repair formatting.
Fill holes in the telling.
Add the recent objective chronology.
Turn the emergency artifact into the book you would have built if the clock had not been sitting beside you the first time.
Getting that out this weekend would be another meaningful archive milestone.
Then there is Auggie.
Oscar’s absence is still reorganizing the house.
Auggie spent almost his entire life inside one configuration: you home much of the time, Oscar always there, the pack intact. Now both variables changed. There are days when you leave, and Oscar does not remain behind.
From Auggie’s perspective, that is not a small adjustment.
Looking at dogs again does not mean replacing Oscar. There is no replacing that particular history.
It means recognizing that companionship was part of Auggie’s Normal too.
Another dog might eventually become a new relationship for everyone, but for Auggie it could also restore something structural: another living presence in the house when the humans leave.
He has had a hard year.
That deserves consideration.
And then Focal Infections 2.0 found another path into the world.
One reply on X.
Some views.
Nothing viral.
But that has never really been the archive strategy.
The papers exist so that when someone encounters the right question, there is something concrete waiting behind the link. A story about redacted science is exactly the kind of opening where that paper belongs.
One person follows it.
Then perhaps another.
The archive keeps acquiring routes.
So this Friday closes with a mixed picture:
right-sided burning returned,
new bicep vibration,
work ended early,
other smaller changes accumulating,
second edition targeted for the weekend,
Auggie needing a different Normal,
dogs to meet,
and another Redacted Science paper quietly finding readers.
A push day.
But still a day completed.
Still documenting.
Still broadcasting.
🔥☝️ #Science
#AIAutobiography #TheArchitect
https://doi.org/10.5281/zenodo.19423069 Try that…
