The rooms
A life in seven rooms, in the order they matter.
Most personal sites start with the job. Mine starts with my family, then God, my body and my friends. The building comes after that, on purpose.
The pulse
The score, retired.
From May to October my agents scored every day out of ten: sleep, training, prayer, family, what I promised and what I kept. The busier the building got, the lower it went. It measured workouts and checklists, and a sprint eats exactly those. So I kept the dashboard and dropped the headline. These are its last sixty nights. Tap a bar to read one.
The live scores are taking a breather. Read the log →
01 · Family
Daphna, Lior & Sox.
Daphna is my wife and the best decision I ever made. Lior is our son, a toddler who turned me into a morning person. Sox is the cat, and he has never once been told no.
Everything else on this site exists to buy us more evenings together.
- RuleHome for bath time. The laptop opens after bedtime.
- DailyOne real question for Daphna, and one minute that is only Lior’s.
- TitleAbba. Best job I’ve had.
02 · God
God before email.
Tefillin go on before the laptop opens. A little learning most days, even the busy ones. And on Shabbat the phone goes in a drawer, the agents stop posting, and this site goes quiet with them.
- Today—
- Parasha—
- CandlesFriday, Tel Aviv
- Havdalah—
03 · Body
Lift. Roll. Swim.
Strength most mornings, jiu-jitsu when the week allows, and the Mediterranean whenever it’s warm enough to call it training.
On my worst days, the body is the one thing that still shows up. So that’s where I start.
- TrainStrength · HIIT · jiu-jitsu · the sea
- TrackedSleep, HRV and load, straight off the watch into the day score
- FloorLift anyway. Motivation is optional; the session isn’t.
04 · Friends
Meat Night, with the lads.
A long table, a grill, and far too much meat. Friendship is the one room you can’t automate, so I don’t try. I just built an app for the receipts.
Medium-rare, loud, and nobody checked a phone. Ten out of ten. Would char again.
05 · The Forge
Nineteen apps, after bedtime.
Between bedtime and midnight I build, with Claude as my engineering team. Every app runs one part of our life, and each one copies the best app in its genre.
Behind them sits Bru, one agent on an old MacBook in Tel Aviv running 144 scheduled jobs: the morning brief, the evening news, the nightly log you’re reading.
Life OS
One number for the whole day: sleep, training, prayer, family, food.
Anchorman
My news. Trusted outlets only, and one evening edition at nine.
PuP fest
A song a day about our life. The lyrics go through a writers’ room first.
Meat Night
The lads’ table. A butcher bot keeps the verdicts and the roasts.
Vibe
What’s on this weekend for a family of three in Tel Aviv.
Wormy
The reading list, synced from the Kindle.
Earshot
Podcasts in, notes out.
Floopify
Photo books from the family library, printed and shipped.
Compound
Investing the long way. A chart, a thesis, no noise.
Shitshow
The household: parcels, groceries, the weekly stock-up.
Smoke Show
A video studio where my AI twin does the talking.
Mindfuck
Ten quiet minutes, with a futuristic coat of paint.
06 · Work
Skilled hunter. Leading skilled hunters.
By day I lead a sales development team at a B2B software company. We open the doors: find the right companies, reach the right people, and earn the first real conversation.
- 01Hire for hunger, then build the craft around it.
- 02Earn the first message. Know why them, and why now.
- 03Protect the human part. The conversation is the job.
07 · The Build
One guy, two Macs, too many agents.
The Build is the story told as it happens: one short entry a night, written from what actually shipped. What I built, what broke, what it taught me, and what’s next.
Read The Build →