I gotta learn how to not get upset and worked up with conversations that mean nothing just shit talking. Im so offensive i hate it. I really need to work on this.

A lot of work ahead, but I smell victory for Nostr

This account was born as a burner in early Nostr's wild days. While helping others with digital privacy, I've sprinkled more of myself between random posts designed to increase Nostr engagement these past 2+ years. Now that Nostr has grown, it's time to focus on what truly matters. Instead of creating a new account, I'm claiming this one fully. Moving forward, you get nothing but the real deal - me, Ava ॐ.

#IKITAO

If you learn nothing, except Christ, you learn everything.

you learn nothing except Christ, you learn everything.

-St. Bonaventure

You guys have no idea of what it’s like to want to end it.

All you can do is stack sats

One aspect of the enshittification of technology is that by turning lots of items into smart devices, we speed up their obsolescence.

I hate that my 6 year old TV, which is in perfect condition, is now relatively"slow" to load streaming apps and it regularly crashes.

Social capital is more valuable than money.

People to count on when you're in a pinch is invaluable.

Knowing who your one-twos is good when adversity arises. It's a matter of "when" not "if."

I remember a time when my bike had a nail in it on the highway while with my buddy who pointed it out while we were cruising.

I was able to call my best friend and he drove their immediately, patched it up and went on his merry way.. this was well over an hour from where he was.

I did slide him a little bill but just to show a reflection of the value he is to me, similar to how we zap on here I suppose.

There is more to life than #sats.

All it takes is one big tech giant adopting a #Bitcoin strategic reserve to get all the others to consider it.

Game theory at work. $AMZN

When I was 18, I was severely depressed. With good reason. I’d fucked up high school. Drugs and drinking had a hold on me. My grades were shit. My friends were addicts. My mother, a schizophrenic, was having a serious year-long episode. She was institutionalized. Wrapped her car around a telephone pole. Almost died. The cops were at our house a lot. My father was dead inside. Burnt out, and numb. Numb. There was severe emotional neglect and chaos throughout my childhood. I had no hope for the future. Completely lost, purposeless, and drifting. Purposeless. Drifting. I wasn’t fully suicidal. Like there weren’t any plans in place, but I thought about it a lot. A voice in the back of my mind told me there had to be a way out. I know now that it was god speaking to me.

I listened to that voice. I stopped doing drugs. I drank less. I began to hike every day in the mountains by myself. The sun, the air, the solitude. I loaded up an old iPod. I listened to the Beatles, a lot of classical music, and audiobooks. I didn’t hang out with my friends anymore. I just hiked every day by myself. I got a shitty fast-food job. I used to stay late to clean and just think about my life. I enjoyed the structure. Soon, they made me the assistant manager. I was the only one who was dependable, I guess. I went to community college. I actually applied myself for the first time ever. I got straight A’s. I hooked up with a lot of girls, that was helpful for my mood and self-esteem. I used my grades to get into a good college. I wanted to get across the country. To get away from it all. I went to Chicago.

College was fun. There were lots of girls, lots of parties. I was in film school and actually interested in what I was learning. Everything was amazing. My family is from rural Illinois. I used to visit my grandfather on the weekends sometimes. He was one of my favorite people. In the winter, he got sick. We found out he had leukemia. I got depressed again. I stopped going to college. I spent a lot of time out in the country. It felt more important to be with him as he died. I was there when he passed.

I came home for the summer. The great financial crisis was going on. My friend got one of those Obama new home buyer loans, so we spent the summer having parties and playing beer pong in his garage. One night, the girl I was going to marry walked in. I knew it right away. I didn’t feel like going back to Chicago. So I stayed and went to state school. I started dating the girl that would one day become my wife. I still was partying too much. Binge drinking. I couldn’t escape the feeling I was wasting my potential. Fucked around and did DMT one day. Blast off. Full-on cosmic panic attack. The overarching message: “Your time here on Earth is temporary. So get to work.”

Fuck, okay. So I got serious about my life… again, and I changed everything… again. I had been lazy and unmotivated. I began to focus intently on my craft. I attended every lecture. I made connections. I worked on everyone’s sets. I won the school film festival. I started a production company with a friend while still in school. It took off. We were making good money. We dropped out and did the business full time. I asked the girl to marry me. She said yes.

I found Bitcoin. I took all the profits from the business and put it into Bitcoin. I convinced my fiancé to put her salary into Bitcoin too. We were frugal to the point of being weirdos. We bought a little condo, and we got married. Bitcoin went up like crazy. We had a kid. Bitcoin went down like crazy. My father got sick. We took care of him when he died. I assumed responsibility for my mother. We had another kid. My wife’s parents got divorced, and my mother-in-law was left penniless. I assumed responsibility for her as well. My mother had another multi-year schizophrenic episode. Cops, hospitals, chaos. Then she got cancer. We had another kid. After a short battle with cancer, my mother died.

Then Bitcoin crashed 80% again. We had our fourth kid. For the first time in a long time, nothing happened. It was quiet. Bitcoin steadily rose. I spent time with the kids. There was no chaos. Just peace.

When Bitcoin hit 100k. I took a look around at my loving wife, our warm home decorated for Christmas, my four beautiful children, and I felt that it had all been worth it.

Whatever you’re going through…

Keep going.

Will the clock strike below 10:00 MSCW during 2025? 2026?

I was very wrong.

I predicted the number of times we pass above 100K at 5.

This was number 10 on the hourly.

What if I want to action?