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Nacho and Alice
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Published poets & photographers. Pen name’s Alexandra Williams. Haiku Crush 1st place 2024. Join us on https://substack.com/@alexandrarwilliams Bitcoin is love 🤍
Replying to Avatar HODL

Just picked up some Peony Lane from nostr:npub153xmex42x4chdf757hp3q6zxagykkek7pdgwuwd074964dkyha9s82ryu8. The screaming eagle of the Rockies.

Now into cold storage until the 2032 halving at least.

Nice

‘Flint and Ferrous’

Gold and 9mm rounds,

I swallow them whole,

brass biting my throat,

wrapped in silver foil,

tongue tasting the burn—

hard money for my soul.

I flick the lighter—

it sputters, catches,

your grin flickering,

and the fire drips

through my bones.

Your touch—a match,

a jolt of ice, phosphorus,

and a striking taste

on your breath, mint

and muddled fruit.

Molten metal pushed

by pressure

through my veins,

pulse quickening,

heat tearing seams,

or so it seems.

I turn to oil in your hands,

a slick sheen, sliding—

massaging my chest,

ribs counted,

as I hold my breath,

and that’s just a Sunday

or a Friday.

Nothing left,

but to resurrect,

and die

for the sins of a man,

you spreading my limbs abreast,

staring as this daughter rises,

and rays fall

as my back arches.

-N&A

https://m.primal.net/KAeW.mov

Pink vibes 🌸✨

#photostr #photography #nature #flowers

‘Hobo Rhapsody’

Let your troubles roll by,

like broken axles

on Tonka trucks,

treaded plastic,

rolling doughnuts.

Grandpa’s toothpicks

weren’t tough enough

for a hard day’s work,

dropping dirt

from the back fence

to the patio,

where his son stood.

Farther away

than interest could,

wrapped in a dense

cloud of cigar smoke,

rocking on the deck wood,

heel to toe, and the embers glowed

and burnt lungs as hope—

faded.

Let your troubles roll by

with rolling papers,

a pinch of tobacco,

chasing highs,

dodging lows.

Only after cramming numbers,

like gunpowder chambered,

and the dealer showed

a blackjack smoking

over a hidden heart—

ace card.

I flipped past a suicide king,

tarnished by a four,

outs diminishing,

then a two,

poor house blues,

hitting on sixteen,

picking metal strings.

I was destined to slap rhythm

on a pick guard,

or lose chips to this dealer,

turning up homeless

and dreaming of bright lights

or a backyard.

If only I knew

what it was like to win

with pockets of gold,

or even nickels—

but the slots took those too.

Under a bridge, shivering,

a starry blanket glistening,

knotted back, writhing,

the thanks I get for gambling.

Let your troubles roll by.

A vagabond,

hopping railroad ties,

nipping scotch

in town after town,

dusty tumbleweed,

no trust left for God or me.

I fight rolling mountainsides—

peaks cresting then crashing

to wheat plains,

incessant clacking,

a watch keeping time

waiting for the coda

or a final line.

-N&A

Replying to Avatar gladstein

Here's my profile for Reason on Nostr and why it could very well change the world

Pasting a few paragraphs here, you can find the rest at the link

Feel free to spread far and wide 😉

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Can Nostr Make Twitter's Dreams Come True?

Twitter's founder says Nostr is “100 percent what we wanted”—an open, ownerless network

Alex Gladstein | 8.13.2024

Virtually everyone agrees that social media is broken. On Facebook, X, Instagram, and TikTok, people fear out-of-control algorithms, fake news, state actor censorship, and propaganda. Google and Meta collect vast troves of personal information on their users and receive hundreds of thousands of requests every year from governments around the world to access that data. YouTube has become arguably "the most powerful media platform in the history of humanity," yet its algorithm is an ever-changing black box to the creators that populate the platform with videos. During the pandemic, federal officials were in contact with every major social media platform, coercing them to remove content.

The problem is centralized control. We can't trust companies to run our primary communications infrastructure. Government regulation only makes matters worse because it creates new legal barriers to entering the industry, which protects incumbent players and stifles innovation.

What if there were an alternative, not owned by Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, or the Chinese Communist Party? What if there were a way to control your own data to prevent companies from harvesting and monetizing it? What if you had granular control over what you see in your feed, with the freedom to choose your own algorithms? What if you owned your identity, which could be accessed seamlessly across different clients? That way, if you disapprove of the changes that Elon Musk brought to X, instead of closing your account you could take your handle and followers elsewhere.

That alternative exists. It's called "Notes and Other Stuff Transmitted by Relays"—or Nostr.

The Decentralized Solution

Invented by a pseudonymous programmer and overwhelmingly funded by grants from non-profit foundations, this decentralized, free, and open-source protocol has been quietly evolving for the past three years. Like bitcoin, Nostr is a community-run digital network highly resistant to censorship and corruption. It has 40,000 weekly active users and a growing ecosystem of clients and applications ranging from social media to long-form publishing to payments.

Nostr is only necessary because our existing internet is so broken.

Fifteen years ago, social media seemed destined to decentralize the world and give power back to the people. In 2009, we watched as Arab Spring activists used Twitter and Facebook to organize, coordinate, and help topple several long-standing dictatorships. The promise was that these new social platforms, designed by Silicon Valley entrepreneurs, could help liberate the masses.

It was intoxicating—but turned out to be a mirage. The Arab revolutions stalled out when brutal military regimes cracked down. These platforms became tools for spying and censoring their users. X and Facebook have helped journalists and human rights activists reach bigger audiences, but they haven't fulfilled their revolutionary promise.

Jack Dorsey's Shift from Bluesky to Nostr

This was a major theme at the 2024 Oslo Freedom Forum, which is put on annually by the Human Rights Foundation, where I serve as chief strategy officer. At this conference for democracy and human rights, Twitter co-founder Jack Dorsey told the audience that the problem was, actually, guys like him: The very fact that Twitter, now X, has a CEO makes it a single point of failure. Governments routinely pressured Dorsey to censor content; once the company's offices in India were raided. Dorsey says that under the new Musk regime X complies with whatever governments want.

The X network is proprietary. Known as a "silo," this construct traps a user's identity, followers, and data. X also has the power to evict anyone from the platform and delete what they've written. Several years ago, when he was still running the company, Dorsey became convinced that Twitter should become an application instead, where users could post content to an open, ownerless network. This would make it similar to how bitcoin works, where you use an application called a wallet to interact with the network, but the network itself is neutral and open.

Building a non-proprietary architecture was Dorsey's original vision for Twitter, but over time the need to maximize revenue to build a business and serve shareholders undermined that goal.

Nevertheless, in 2021, Dorsey encouraged the creation of Bluesky—an initiative bootstrapped in-house to create that open neutral base layer. But after Musk bought the company, the managers of Bluesky were afraid they would run out of money and started raising funds from venture capitalists, which undermined the vision of building an open platform. Dorsey grew disenchanted and left the Bluesky board.

At the conference in Oslo, Dorsey explained what happened next:

I asked a question: What open source initiatives should I be funding that would be helpful to the public internet? And people kept tweeting at me that I should be looking at Nostr. I found the GitHub that described it and it was 100 percent what we wanted from Bluesky, but it wasn't developed from a company. It was completely independent. Its paper diagnosed every single problem we saw and had. But did it in a grassroots and dead simple way, that felt like the early Twitter where any developer could get on and really feel it.

Escaping the 'Golden Prisons'

Nostr was created in 2020 by the pseudonymous Brazilian programmer fiatjaf, who describes it as "the simplest open protocol that is able to create a censorship-resistant global 'social' network once and for all."

Though nobody is in charge, Nostr works as promised and is thriving. "It is the solution we've all been looking for," says Miljan Braticevic, founder of Primal, one of the two dozen plus clients now available for the Nostr protocol. "Nostr is not a Twitter competitor or a Mastodon competitor. This is the biggest misconception at the moment. That's just the tip of the iceberg. Nostr is nothing less than the foundation for the new internet. Meaning almost every conceivable app we have today will be built on Nostr."

Braticevic's prediction is echoed by at least a dozen other prominent developers. Martti Malmi, the first coder to work on bitcoin alongside Satoshi Nakamoto, is now a Nostr developer. In a recent talk, he said he had started to work on similar ideas around decentralized identity in 2019, only to come close to giving up. But then he found fiatjaf's invention, which he called a "godsend."

"Bitcoin is freedom of money, and Nostr is freedom of everything else," Malmi said. "I was there" in the earliest days of bitcoin, "and Nostr is even more intense."

For something that could be world-changing, Nostr is quite simple. To join, you sign up with a mobile or desktop client, which helps you to create a public and private key pair. The public key (or "npub") is used as your identifier, and you share it with clients and other users so that people can find your posts or pay you for your content. The private key ("nsec") is hidden by the user, stored safely (just like a bitcoin seed phrase), and is your way to log in to different services. Unlike platforms like X or Facebook, no other information is required to set up and use Nostr.

This gives users a powerful range of sovereignty. You can use a client, for example, that has strong hate speech controls. Or you can choose one that doesn't have any at all. You can use a client with aggressive algorithms, just like the ones X uses today. Or you can use one without any algorithm at all. Today, when you log in to an app like Primal, you can sort your feed by what's the latest, by what's most popular, by what's most zapped, or by customized keywords. It's up to you.

Last month, the macroeconomist Lyn Alden, author of one of the best books on bitcoin, published a long essay about Nostr's potential:

[Nostr] is a simple set of foundational building blocks that, if widely adopted, could gradually reshape "the Web" as we know it. Instead of a separate set of siloed social ecosystems, we could gravitate toward a more interoperable set of ecosystems, with more of the power dispersed to the content creators and to the audience, and away from the middlemen corporations.

The Nostr network is constructed like a spider web that can morph and regenerate, making it almost impossible to censor. When you set up a client on Nostr (perhaps, Primal or Damus on iOS; Amethyst on Android; or Coracle on the web), you choose from a variety of relays to connect to. This architecture ensures no single point of failure: If you are connected to seven or eight relays, and half of them choose to censor posts, your feed remains censorship-free, as your app will display the net sum of everything broadcast from each relay. If the Chinese government decides to attack your relays—as it did in 2023 when Damus launched on the Hong Kong and mainland app store—then more can be spun up. "The enemy," said Damus creator Will Casarin, "is too numerous."

Prominent bitcoin developer and educator Gigi—who switched to Nostr and deleted his X account—says that what helped it become so resilient is that it has zero exit cost. If the Chinese Communist Party bans YouTube, its domestic users lose everything. There's no way to get back their profiles and followers. The same is true if a user voluntarily closes an account.

Gigi calls these corporate silos "golden prisons" with no escape. Nostr's spider-like architecture makes escaping easy. If one client goes down, or you fail to connect to one relay, you just find another client or connect to another relay. You keep your posts, photos, preferences, contacts, and even algorithms of choice. If you use X, you are an X creator. But if you use Primal, you aren't a Primal creator, you are a Nostr creator.

https://reason.com/2024/08/13/can-nostr-make-twitters-dreams-come-true/

I started one too… finally got around to it.

#NAlove #heart #prompt 🔊🎧

‘Weather and Wings’

I gather the thunderstorms,

under pressure, warm,

palms raw, bent back,

with the lightning cracking,

and my heart stops

from the shock.

The rain tastes like salt,

heavy clouds caught

in your eye’s vault,

knotted.

I’m a caged bird,

clipped wings,

sore ribcage,

singing lipless,

and I’m quite close

to high notes.

But as you feel my frequency,

I fold in the current.

It’s your face that pulls me.

Magnetic eyes sink

in my mouth,

down my notes,

as I swallow the air

and parrot your movements,

even crow for relief,

finding none.

Wind is a sound,

and I’m drowning.

My ears fill with guns and fire;

until my flapping tires,

and I make a nest

in your chest—

a place to count eggs

and beg for sunny days,

or the end of the week.

And you hear me,

over torn fronds,

thunder in a psalm,

and the church steeple’s

just our fingertips communing.

The body is not that of Christ,

but it is in the image of God,

so we feast in one flesh.

You sip the gust from my fingers,

and I tweet poems like this, nestled,

as we watch the sky.

-N&A

https://m.primal.net/JzaH.mov

Replying to Avatar techfeudalist

This is new tech that I’m incredibly bullish on. For context, watch in conjunction with this video on bitcoin adoption in Peru.

https://youtu.be/4hWMHLF-OEg

Basically, the idea behind Fedi is to create a privacy respecting app and cloud platform managed within a local community.

The two apps launching now are bitcoin banking and chat.

Sign up is simple as nobody needs to manage private keys because this is done by a few trusted leaders in the community. Those leaders cannot see anyone’s data or transactions but they can restore your access to your full account if you lose your phone.

One of the biggest issues with bitcoin today is making sure nontechnical people don’t lose their keys. This solves that and creates a private cloud platform for all your data too.

Won’t be surprised if they reach a billion users faster than any other platform. The go-to-market strategy is 🤯. nostr:note16psww6zn6vf5svrscazmfv0c3mzp3kpd5yscu9h7jmcuesx0n4zq0t8q7s

This is indeed exciting 👏

‘Haunts and Shadows’

You’re just a silhouette,

cut against a blue sky,

far away from me;

can’t trace your lines,

but I keep trying

as your shadow grows.

I wish we never met.

I used to be serene,

but I like the melancholy,

the way it tugs me.

You make me sad-happy,

happy to be sad,

glad to be alone.

Every mile spreads our hearts thin,

but they beat together still.

Apart, but I feel you,

when your ghostly shape

whispers and a chill—

You know what I mean

goosebumps and a thrill.

I’m a cold son of a bitch,

draping your length

over my shoulders,

folded to huddle

in front of a modern-day hearth.

O-LED, leading me to waste away,

watching souls sway,

communing with trapped spirits,

dancing the decay of our society

as our values grey and I unzip.

Sipping filtered water,

thinking filtered thoughts,

and I am what I’m not—

a shadow, a specter,

an echo caught

in the night,

or even by your light

but I’ll never know it,

though you might,

shining like you do.

And I’m not good enough,

and I’m not strong,

and I’m not brave,

and I don’t make mistakes.

And I think about you too much,

so here I am, as I am,

or as I’m not,

resonance with either thought.

Just hold me close once,

to pretend to touch—

trachea, bronchial,

uvula, and my tongue’s full,

words tangled,

caught in your hair

again, finger brush,

harbinger of flush

as weaved braids.

You can’t breathe,

but you’re ready to live

among the famous,

because you’re my star,

falling as you play

the greatest hits,

dulling bits,

so hard;

now lost in the midst.

-N&A