That sounds like a great activity. Have fun.
Do you want me to lend you my copy of Google? I’m not using it right now.
Not sure how accurate this is. But if so, halfway there…
GLOBAL BITCOIN NODES
Updated: Fri Apr 28 19:00:00 2023 CDT
47447 NODES
Window size: 1-day
This page reports the estimated size of the Bitcoin peer-to-peer network including both reachable and unreachable nodes, i.e. global nodes
My daily outlook is so much brighter since I gave up Twitter for nostr.
I realize down I was feeling being on twitter.
Interestingly the account that gets me to log into nostr a few times a day is #[0] Whoever this is, is posting excerpts from Tom Thomson’s diaries.
Tom Thomson was one of the Group of Seven landscape painters in Canada from the early 1900’s.
Is anybody is looking for engagement on non-bitcoin and non-meat topics, feel free to @mention me in your post!
and we have a new website describing our work, and a new way to participate and help: https://bitcoindefense.org
Donated just now. Thanks for doing this.
Hi do you enable that option? I did not see it in settings.
I wonder how long before I’m not allowed to drive this car anymore.
Red Barchetta was prescient I suspect….
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase
Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside
I have lots :-)
I drove to New Brunswick last summer for 10 days. Not bad for a 28 year old car. 
Yes - more variety on #nostr
Here is my 993. I’ve had it for 14 years. 
Mine are the Marina in Chicago 
“Let’s exchange the news, not the plant.”
#[0] you are a great writer. The stop the presses campaign is brilliant.
What was your marathon time?
I support this with data. Zapped the Stop the Presses profile.
Great initiative!