lets play a game

guess the usd bitcoin price exactly a month from now

sep 26th 2025 - 0414 UTC

closest guess will be zapped 5555 sats

only guesses made within the next 24 hours qualify

(if i think you are a bot you are disqualified)

I don’t live there, but spent quite some time there over the last years.

Today we nostr:npub1fqqtc58rx9mslpydp9849pmlh4x8f5m8js399aqanlqjg6v6x9lq5qqzch conducted the first ever Bitcoin developer meetup in Lusaka, Zambia together with nostr:npub1g0tjelnntr96gmgy8c45grskk4x2am98t052wcfgfxrz5rne3rfqwpf4my

I’m very happy about over 20 people showing up and having great conversations.

On Sunday we will do a hackathon!

What was the coolest thing you did with Bitcoin last week?

Good take ChatGPT

Celebrate we will

'cause life is short

but sweet for certain

Hey

The love here is mind blowing 🤯

Ditto.

Most powerful in concentric circles facing people you know.

Moving from one person to another every few minutes.

holotropic breathing gave me my most psychedelic experience. more than any of the few psychedelics I’ve done.

Why not tell Nostr:

In 2019, I was living in a coliving place with 95 other people. 1 lot. 8 houses. 96 pods. In Venice beach. I wonder if this was even legal? I still paid $1,100 a month.

Anyways, 1 day I last second heard that there would be breathwork in the yoga room. I thought, “I’m a surfer, I could use some breathwork to help me hold my breath longer”.

I went in to this experience with zero expectations or knowledge of what the heck I was going to do.

Next thing you know, we’re all breathing like crazy, there’s music, & I start tingling.

My hands curled up uncontrollably. I’m buzzing like crazy and lose all awareness.

Quite a while in, the facilitator instructs us to see our older selves. I see him. Standing with a daughter and feeling what it was like to be a dad. This was profound and stuck with me for years. I felt like I didn’t matter and she was the most important thing.

Next we saw our younger selves. I saw myself playing with a ball against the wall in my front yard. It took nothing to make me happy as a kid. I would constantly seek play no matter what.

This was a great reminder and i now think it’s my role to bring play wherever i go.

I came out of the experience uncontrollably happy crying. Was insane, never felt anything like it. Never had a “spiritual experience” before this.

Anyways, GM.

Should I go to dance church tomorrow?

Yall ever do ecstatic dance? I’m 1 for 3 in having a great time.

My harshest critic is my husband. Most people can’t honestly say that, but I can.

He’s always my final boss when trying to assert an idea. He’s super smart and usually comes at things from a different angle. And he’s my primary editor. He’s also the head of my website’s customer support center.

Unlike my social media where I shoot from the hip and fuck around, I post detailed articles on my site only after my harshest critic gives me his feedback.

And he doesn’t phrase things like a loving husband normally would. He goes over the top.

He’ll literally put comments on my drafts like “This is fucking right wing trash Lyn. I know you were raised in a trailer park so I don’t expect much, but do better. Rephrase literally all of this.”

That sounds abusive but it’s humorous in practice given our context when working.

We’re not very politically different, but I tend to lean slightly righter than him, so that’s a common source of debate. I pull him right and he pulls me left, not as people who are far apart but who are slightly apart but both opinionated and debate over every inch. It’s on an issue by issue basis.

Mostly he does those comments for humor, but partially because he wants a debate and will bring like a well-researched150 IQ argument to hold the line as I try to argue through his defenses. And I write my research for investment clients of all political views, left and right, globally, as objective as possible, and so he purposely helps keep me straight and steelmans all my arguments for clients.

We debated in the early days about the vaccine in the pandemic, for example, back in 2020 and 2021. We’re still kind of debating about it now in 2025, both granting certain details to the other.

But whenever I write something of substance that is controversial, I know he will read it and call me a retard, which I have to push through and turn into a publishable article.

My social media posts are just me, whereas my long-form posts take time and argue through him.

I often post thoughts and gather comments on Twitter/X, since a lot of tradfi financial pros are happy to discuss. Then I write a piece, and my husband looks through it. I either agree or disagree, and then publish. I get the final say, but I only publish after I’m confident after his arguments.

TLDR; My summary from this whole rambling piece is that I suggest you find a close loved one who will call you a trailer park retard while challenging you on every piece you write while loving you.

Few people will do that but it’s important.

This recent letter from the World Bank President to POTUS helps clarify why “development” is a business and why the goal isn’t to help poor countries, but to help ourselves