The Circle
Write me a note.
That's how you join the Circle.
I'm Arnaud. I built EducatedTraveler from a galley. Tell me the skill you want to learn and I'll open the doors. Free, no password.
Two things before you write: I only map crafts you learn with your hands, in a real place, beside someone who can already do it — nothing that lives on a screen. And what I find goes up on the catalogue for everyone, not just for you.
Tap one to start, or just write. One line is enough — I read every one myself, and I answer.
Or maybe you teach something — and there's a room you could open for a week or more? Tell me about it here →
You're already in the Circle with this email — no need to sign up again.
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Where do I reach you?
Your note's written. This is where I answer it.
Your letter is stored so I can read it and write back. Nothing is sold or shared, ever. · What I keep
Free. No password, ever. Leave whenever you like.
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You've joined the Circle.
Your letter is with me, and I've sent a sign-in link to . Open it and your own place is there, what you wrote already on the wall. No password, ever. There are a few more questions waiting when you feel like it: the more I know, the better I aim.
I read every letter myself, so give me a day or two. Didn't the link arrive? Check spam, or write me directly at arnaudcallier@pm.me.
Find me here
What you just joined
Straight up: nobody has been anywhere yet, so you're early.
The doorYou name the skill. I go looking for the person, the place and the way in — and what I find goes up on the catalogue for everyone, not just for you.
The othersYour letter names a skill. So do other people's. The point of a circle is that you stop chasing it alone.
A sayThis isn't a list I mail. What the Circle asks for is what I go and check, and which week gets built next — and it hears it first. Barcelona did.
One letterWhen something is real. Never a drip. One click to leave. Read the ones I've already sent →
