Hello Nostr.
Another day.
Not my favorite, but not my last, either.
Good morning, Nostr.
How many mornings are left?
Enjoy today!
Day 2230X
I'm still here.
I can still fake it as if everything is normal.
That's pretty good, considering.
Sovereign Bitcoin Bonds.
A quick video I made on why this is a really good idea for creating free and open market demand for long duration sovereign debt issuance. Let me know what you think in the comments. https://m.primal.net/PAuv.mp4
I also think it's the future. I forwarded another video on bitcoin mortgages and bonds to a mortgage broker friend on the city council. He's ambitious, maybe he will pursue it. Someone will, and they will dominate long term debt.
This day has been harder. Invictus.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote: The hardest lesson I have had to learn as an adult is the relentless need to keep going, no matter how broken I feel inside.
This truth is raw, unfiltered, and painfully universal. Life doesn’t stop when we are exhausted, when our hearts are shattered, or when our spirits feel threadbare. It keeps moving—unyielding, indifferent—demanding that we keep pace. There is no pause button for grief, no intermission for healing, no moment where the world gently steps aside and allows us to mend. Life expects us to carry our burdens in silence, to push forward despite the weight of all we carry inside.
The cruelest part? No one really prepares us for this. As children, we are fed stories of resilience wrapped in neat, hopeful endings—tales where pain has purpose and every storm clears to reveal a bright horizon. But adulthood strips away those comforting illusions. It teaches us that survival is rarely poetic. More often than not, it’s about showing up when you’d rather disappear, smiling through pain no one sees, and carrying on despite feeling like you're unraveling from the inside out.
And yet, somehow, we persevere. That’s the quiet miracle of being human. Even when life is relentless, even when hope feels distant, we keep moving. We stumble, we break, we fall to our knees—but we get up. And in doing so, we uncover a strength we never knew we had. We learn to comfort ourselves in the ways we wish others would. We become the voice of reassurance we once searched for. Slowly, we realize that resilience isn’t always about grand acts of bravery; sometimes, it’s just a whisper—“Keep going.”
Yes, it’s exhausting. Yes, it’s unfair. And yes, there are days when the weight of it all feels unbearable. But every small step forward is proof that we haven’t given up. That we are still fighting, still holding on, still refusing to let the darkness consume us. That quiet defiance—choosing to exist, to try, to hope—is the bravest thing we can do.
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If you got this far,
what’s the hardest lesson you’ve had to learn as an adult, and how has it shaped you?
Good morning, Nostr. Another day.
There is a chance that things change today and the inevitable is drawn forward into the present.
If so, I will face it and carry on. There is no other choice.
Another day, Nostr. Good morning.
Feeling almost normal even though I'm not.
I'll take it.
Oh yeah, Trump is a sociopathic narcissist and is dismantling our democracy while you cheer him on.
Looting had never been a bigger public sport.
Watching people cheer for billionaires to receive tax cuts while their own schools and services are cut, farms going bankrupt, watchdogs get fired, and rural clinics closing is all the best litmus test possible for how ignorant Americans have become.
The bottom 75% will eventually become like Russian citizens, slaves cheering their captors.
Another almost normal day. This is so bizarre. You don't know how bizarre normal can feel until you only get to experience it on rare occasions.
My life is so bizarre.
I let go a long time ago, but my body is still finding a way to even make everything seem normal, at times.
Right now, it's non-specific. It's a nice place to be.
To get people to switch, it has to be 10x better. I forgot who said that, originally, but you don't win an entrenched audience with marginal improvements.
Now it's in Elon's AI. See the difference?
Good morning Nostr.
Today is a gift. Enjoy it.
Everything with investors or a premine is a stock. Regulate them like a stock.
One, Bitcoin, is not. This "first transaction is but second transaction on exchange is not" is ignorant.
Even I can come up with a great business songs a token that needs no premine or initial token investors and has an incentive for users to mine and sell. But, they all took the shortcuts to avoid regulation. Time for regulation.
The average Trump voter cannot fathom that our country can benefit from spending money anywhere but here.
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Good morning, Nostr.
Reporting in for another day.
Every day is a gift.
Old Man Band was cancelled last night. Didn't get to play the new Yamaha Tag3c. It's pretty cool. Looper built-in.
Two years ago I went to Cleveland to go to the Cleveland Clinic to see if they could figure out my condition.
They failed. I even had it written up fairly well to review with them.
Point being, if it's not in the literature, doctors aren't interested. It has to be one of their checkboxes.
My condition was redacted from literature and that leaves me with no physician.
If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that grow up around the banks will deprive the people of all property until their children wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered. The using power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs.
-- Thomas Jefferson