It’s finally time to say goodbye to Chapter 4 of my evolving one-day-it-will-be-a-real-studio setup.

After the crawlspace became a dried-in concrete basement, I was able to put together a very rough, but functional setup that was good for audio and video. It let me get a taste of what the finished product may enable.

But yesterday we confirmed that the plumbers will be coming in to rework the entire house plumbing, and lift it up between the joists so we have as much head room downstairs as possible. And for the downstairs plumbing we have to drill a couple of big sections out of the slab. Which means it’s about to become a disaster, and everything not in a box needs to be broken down, packed up, and moved out.

So last night, in the rain and while my son was sleeping, I silently began shutting down my entire setup, and even carried my whole desk through the door in the dark without making a sound (I think things are twice as heavy if you are silent while carrying it)

My whole networking system is currently out of operation: My raspberry pi, my Umbrel, My Start9, GLADOS (my Ai Linux machine), my big ass switch, and my downstairs miner are out of commission.

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MY BITCOIN STORY:

In the summer of 2017, I woke up broken.

Knees swollen, wrists hurt, constant low fever, and we had no idea why.

This happened right after I graduated with a masters degree.

I was ready to surf the world, BUT NOPE.. I was bed ridden. fortunately, I had a supporting family to care for me.

How was I supposed to make any money? How am I supposed to be healthy?

These two questions were the beginning of my self-curriculum.

While on the couch, I remembered my buddy showing me “CrYpTo” and ethereum’s flash crash in 2017.

Now that I had time, and a little bit of grad money, I started down the rabbit hole.

I ended up purchasing

Bitcoin with all the grad money with a promise to myself to never sell it. (Yes I shitcoined a ton, but kept my promise).

It felt like rock bottom when I was on the couch, not knowing if I’d ever recover and live a normal

Life. Scariest time of my life still..

Now in hindsight, I’m incredibly grateful for those couple months and the time it gave me to introspect, learn, & discover.

We never really figured out what happened. We found the hla b27 antigen which means I am more prone to autoimmune disorders.

Haven’t had a flare up since.

Here’s a video I made years ago for TikTok reflecting on what I learned

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