What's up anfam?
I'm very tired of life's shanagains.
Its hard to find anything on Netflix these days. The platform makes garbage.
My humble home in #mexico
https://video.nostr.build/fb5f72fc7be0460201a26c2082047d769fa5b8589056639aedf05202b813131d.mp4
I've been wearing my morano wool T-shirt for 2 weeks straight. I'm impressed I still don't smell. Acapulco in February will be the real test.
We've seen this before. 
I wish there was a way to divide everyone I follow into subject folders on #Nostr so I narrow my spectrum of reading while I scroll.
BREAKING: Ben Johnson is the HC of #DaBears. #NFL #News
I haven't seen direct evidence but people were saying that it was moved from orical cloud to meta servers.
Switch to #XMR & spend it if you plans to sell.
I used the global feed to find interesting people who are active.
https://www.europesays.com/1780652/ āWe Needed More Timeā: As Biden Leaves Office, His Climate Legacy Remains Incomplete. āWe are at the advent of the biggest economic revolution weāve seen in America in generations, and itās because we finally decided to do somethingā¦ Itās because of President Bidenās leadership.ā #Energy
The sentiment among the U.S. working class appears to be one of relief that he is no longer in office. During his presidency, prices rose by more than 30%, and there was a consistent denial from his administration that inflation was an issue. Additionally, there are concerns regarding his cognitive ability to manage the responsibilities of the office throughout his term.
#RamsVsEagles its a visually stunning game. 2:48 left in the 4th, I think the Eagles have this wrapped up.
You can use IPFS to store your longer videas & still have them play on Nostr
Inside on my house.
Check 123 frens
Title: The Rush of the Hunt
In the dense, whispering woods of Northern Pines, where the light barely pierced through the thick canopy, lived a man named Jake, whose life was a testament to the wild. His days were spent in solitude, save for the occasional visit from a fellow hermit or the company of wildlife. But today was different; today was about the thrill, the chase, the adrenaline-fueled dance between predator and prey.
Jake had noticed the signs of rabbit activity around his small, camouflaged shack. Tracks dotted the soft earth, nibbled leaves hinted at their presence, and the occasional glimpse of a white tail darting through the underbrush confirmed it. With winter looming, his need for food was pressing, and rabbit would provide essential sustenance.
He began his preparations at dawn, his heart already racing with anticipation. His traps were simple but effective, made from materials scavenged from the forest itself: willow branches for the frame, strips of bark for the cords, and a small, sharp stone for the trigger. Each trap was a lesson in patience and precision, a testament to his understanding of the natural world.
As he set each snare, Jake's senses heightened. He could feel the forest's pulse, hear every rustle, every snap of a twig. His hands worked deftly, but his mind was elsewhere, imagining the moment when the trap would spring, the rabbit caught in its moment of vulnerability. The adrenaline wasn't just from the act of setting the traps but from the thought of the chase, the capture, the survival.
After setting the last trap, he didn't return to his shack. Instead, he hid nearby, his breath forming clouds in the chilly air, his eyes scanning the woods. Minutes stretched into hours, his heart thumping like a war drum in his chest.
Then, the moment arrived. A soft thump, almost too quiet to hear, but to Jake, it was as loud as thunder. He moved silently, his steps barely disturbing the leaves, his approach concealed by the natural cover of the forest. There, in the trap, was a rabbit, its eyes wide with fear, its body trembling.
The capture was swift, but the feeling that surged through Jake was anything but calm. It was a rush, a validation of his skills, a reminder of why he chose this life. He quickly dispatched the rabbit, offering a silent thank you to the forest for its bounty. The adrenaline didn't fade; it lingered, fueling his movements as he prepared the rabbit for his meal.
Back at his shack, as he cleaned and cooked, Jake felt the thrill ebb, replaced by a deep satisfaction. This wasn't just about survival; it was about the connection to nature, the dance of life and death, the raw, unfiltered experience of living on the edge of civilization.
That night, as he sat by his fire, the taste of rabbit on his lips and the sounds of the forest around him, Jake knew this was the life he was meant forāone where every meal was a story, every day a battle, and every heartbeat a reminder of his freedom.
