<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" ><generator uri="https://jekyllrb.com/" version="3.10.0">Jekyll</generator><link href="https://anaaquiles.github.io/feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" /><link href="https://anaaquiles.github.io/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" /><updated>2026-08-10T22:39:29+00:00</updated><id>https://anaaquiles.github.io/feed.xml</id><title type="html">Ana Aquiles</title><subtitle>Researcher · Academic · Writer(art-side)</subtitle><author><name>aaquiles</name></author><entry><title type="html">Welcome to my site</title><link href="https://anaaquiles.github.io/blog/2026/08/10/welcome/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Welcome to my site" /><published>2026-08-10T00:00:00+00:00</published><updated>2026-08-10T00:00:00+00:00</updated><id>https://anaaquiles.github.io/blog/2026/08/10/welcome</id><content type="html" xml:base="https://anaaquiles.github.io/blog/2026/08/10/welcome/"><![CDATA[<p>This is the first mark on a blank page <em>the start of a space</em> I’ll fill slowly, with research, tools I’ve come to trust, and reflections too long for a tweet and too alive to stay in a drawer. Some of it I used to just mull over in my head, or drop into a voice note for my friends (special thanks to Cindy, for playing all those voice notes). The difference now is that I’ll share it with you instead.</p>

<p>A few things to expect here, in no particular order:</p>

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  <li>Notes scribbled in the margins of papers I’m reading or writing</li>
  <li>Diaries of side projects, the ones that grow quietly on weekends</li>
  <li>Opinions <em>sometimes strong, sometimes still forming</em> not necessarily based on scientific knowledge, but on philosophy, music and the mundane aspects of daily life.</li>
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<p><em>Thanks for stopping by!</em></p>]]></content><author><name>aaquiles</name></author><category term="meta" /><summary type="html"><![CDATA[This is the first mark on a blank page the start of a space I’ll fill slowly, with research, tools I’ve come to trust, and reflections too long for a tweet and too alive to stay in a drawer. Some of it I used to just mull over in my head, or drop into a voice note for my friends (special thanks to Cindy, for playing all those voice notes). The difference now is that I’ll share it with you instead.]]></summary></entry></feed>