In 2012 me and another guy pitched a way to evaluate all of our option trading portfolios. We mashed together the code for our prototype in two weeks.
A few months after we pitched the idea our team was closed down and the "real quant team" took over. Took them two years to implement a bad solution that didn't do half the stuff we had done in no time.
Being good is no what people want you to be. Especially if it puts their little empire in danger.
When you all in #Bitcoin but you can’t touch it because bull market just got started. https://video.nostr.build/959517c1ef776ebb8f15e650f46b7c80571c8c81117779013275c4abf82a78a0.mp4
I'm living paycheck to paycheck.
Inbreeding probably cuts that down by a whole bunch.
BARRON’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE:
“I always knew it might be an issue. The numbers were clear from the beginning—NASA’s upper limit for height caps at 6’4”. I’m 6’7”. Three inches. Just three inches. In the grand scheme of things, it’s nothing, right? The universe is vast beyond comprehension, distances measured in light-years, and yet… here I am, stuck on Earth because of three inches.
I could solve their trajectory calculations in my sleep. Orbital mechanics? Easy. I can conceptualize complex fluid dynamics in zero-g faster than most people can tie their shoes. But none of that matters when your femurs are too long to fit in a Starship command module. I’ve run the simulations; I’d cramp up, circulation would suffer, and emergency egress would be a nightmare.
It’s frustrating. I mean, why aren’t these things designed for outliers? They plan for redundancy in systems, triple-check tolerances, yet when it comes to the people who dream of space—of really understanding it—they stick to averages. It’s as if the boundary of space isn’t the Kármán line; it’s an arbitrary height limit on a bureaucratic spreadsheet.
Of course, now things are different. Father is president again. And while I’d rather do this without any special treatment, it’s ridiculous to let bureaucracy stand in the way of progress. I’ll insist that father speak with Elon to make adjustments. He’ll understand. He’s always talking about Mars, and let’s be honest—this is really just prudent planning. Lower gravity means people will stretch out; it’s a physiological inevitability. What happens when we get there and everyone’s 6’5” and they realize their precious little suits are obsolete? Someone needs to think ahead. Someone tall enough to see over the horizon.
I’ve thought about ways around it—designing my own suit, building a private mission, lobbying for changes in policy. But the reality is, the space industry isn’t kind to anomalies. It’s built on precision and predictability, and I… well, I’m an outlier in more ways than one.
Still, I can’t help but feel a pang of injustice. That something as trivial as my height stands between me and the cosmos. But that’s the beauty of being in my position now—if anyone can do something about it, it’s me. Father will listen. Elon will listen. This isn’t just about me; it’s about the future of tall people in space. https://v.nostr.build/YqColV1vbqVnJUQu.mp4
As a fellow 6'7" dude, I can relate.
Thanks for giving us a voice.
So likelihood is down to the reader's understanding of your proclivity to imbibe sperm?
Gotcha.
It'd rather have some advice for the devs having been on nostr for quite a while. Essentially I have one complaint, which is it's still not intuitive enough. For example:
1. I dgaf about the different relay types, I want it to be easier to get and easier to find / visualise. Then I want something super easy to tell if I'm set up right or not. Green vs Red on settings for DMs or whatever.
2. Nips is short for nipples. Calling things "NIP-60 compliant" or whatever doesn't help me. Give the NIPs catchy names so I know what they do. Also for the above purpose.
Believing in a need is the kernel of the resistance to that supposed need. Your ego identifies as not being a thing.
The ego is the thing that isn't. And in not being a thing, it is seen it can also not be the thing it wants to be. For the ego lives to oppose.
Without the opposition, there is no ego.
With no ego, you are nothing.
It's before desire. That is you. Nothing else.
May sell some #bitcoin soon.
For my family.
In the age of Nostr, Zuck is just some guy with an opinion.
I am a highly educated native English speaker and I don't understand what those words all together mean please use punctuation.
And then spend days, weeks, months trying to tinker with it...
I've been on Linux for some years now, but now I'm emotionally more stable I see the need to be safe was just another way to hide.
I spent a week trying to get digikam working on different spins of Linux. Nothing worked. Why? Who cares.
I'm moving to apple. At least I know Tim Cook will appreciate my dick pics.
I have experienced kensho.
I have run in the forest and heard ear splitting silence. The volience of nothing behind the sound.
I have looked upon a tree and seen it shimmer and pop from reality.
I looked at a cup once and it's whole nature was revealed in two dimensions (a common phenomenon)
I have seen the angry face of my mother hover in front of the face of the buddha, like a mirage, and I laughed.
I also still get pissed off when my wife doesn't sort out her clothes. So... There we go.
Enlightenment is real. It's hiding in plain sight. Laughing at you.
The ego is an illusion. There is no self to love nor to be loved, for life is love and love is life. To say I love you presupposes the existence of either of us. What you believe you are experiencing as reality is a perceived need that will die along with your ego when your body dies. I am not what you believe you love. You don't love me at all.
I keep saying to my wife "no we can't afford that, it's about CASHFLOW."
seems to work.
You already have to sign a phrase saying "I, Bob mcbitcoiner, control this address" to verify you control the wallet, in Switzerland.
Odd that kraken doesn't require that. Easier than moving coin... Then again, not sure if that works with multisig.