My Nostr predictions for 2024
Today marks one year since I joined Nostr. Itβs been a crazy year, but I have a feeling that 2024 is going to be much crazier. Here are some predictions:
1. Nostr social media clients will become insanely good. By the end of the year we will surpass the legacy social media clients in terms of UX and features, making them look like relics of the past.
2. More lightning wallets will implement Nostr integration. By the end of the year Nostr will become a de facto standard public lightning directory.
3. The bitcoin bull run will bring more users to Nostr, adding more gravity to the network.
4. At some point, a massive new cohort of users will join Nostr. We wonβt be ready for them. Relays and other services (indexers, media hosting, etc.) will struggle to support them. After some hiccups, the Nostr ecosystem will adjust.
5. With the increased network activity, spammers will return in force. They will be sophisticated and relentless, putting all of our spam mitigation services to the test.
6. Long form notes will become much bigger on Nostr.
7. At least one βother stuffβ content type will take off in a meaningful way.
8. Nostrβs censorship resistance capabilities will get tested in a major public episode.
9. The AI community will get much more interested in Nostr. They will be attracted by the idea that open source language models, combined with Nostrβs open social graph and publicly accessible data - could actually democratize AI.
10. By the end of the year everyone - even the haters - will realize that Nostr is going to win.
11. nostr:npub1qny3tkh0acurzla8x3zy4nhrjz5zd8l9sy9jys09umwng00manysew95gx will accuse me of not being bullish enough.
Anyhow, GM βοΈ and Merry Christmas! ππ π»
gm mc π βοΈ π§‘
mc π βοΈ π§‘#nostr
#m=image%2Fjpeg&dim=1004x1007&blurhash=%7CjGRrkkB58Sg-mspIpWCofY8R*X9j%5DWnjafRa%23WX58ae%25Mn*jJS4s%2Ca%23jZR4sls%3ANakWofj%3DbHofZzf8jFoJJBofozofbIs9ShnNskV%5DWpoIbIoJNHaxjboKVtn%24e.jtayRjsRoet7niWBahoJWCbtj%5BWCWVX8bHnjjZjG&x=25d267d5da37156b6645595ed6e07a5ee919a3cd37385166b272fd03e11ddbd7My name is Apollo.
nostr:npub1hu3hdctm5nkzd8gslnyedfr5ddz3z547jqcl5j88g4fame2jd08qh6h8nh and nostr:npub1cj8znuztfqkvq89pl8hceph0svvvqk0qay6nydgk9uyq7fhpfsgsqwrz4u are my parents.
I will inherit this vintage 2023 npub when I am old enough to subvert the State.
mc congrats on the little one! π§‘ππ
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Twas the Night Before Bitcoin Christmas by nostr:npub1mn8exhd8ku8dn59tkenv6fr78xtqh8yehtzl9tuxukgnlqkt63zqlnsvn8
'Twas the night before Christmas, in the world of Bitcoin,
Not a ledger was stirring, not even a coin;
The miners were mining with utmost care,
Hoping Satoshi's vision would always be there.
The nodes were all syncing in the network with ease,
Guarding the blockchain, as busy as bees;
And I with my laptop, mining some too,
Had just settled down for a long winter's review,
When out on the network there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my terminal to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to addresses below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Satoshi! now, Finney! now, Adam Back and Andreas!
On, Nakamoto! on, Saylor! on, Mallers and Keiser!
To the top of the block! to the top of the chain!
Now hash away! Hash away! Hash away all!"
As private keys that before wild hackers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Bitcoins, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Bitcoins he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyesβhow they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the wallets; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sightβ
"Happy Bitcoin to all, and to all a bullish night!"
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Merry Christmas nostr:npub1qktts9naunvjdwsktq5xjdhwh539xt4x0mqj4yxq0q9dvm03ljvs6sms0r π§‘
Have a great holiday with family and friends. Keep moving forward with the mission. βπ»
Merry Christmas! π§‘ππ
Good mornig the #coffeechain and merry Christmas ππβ
Today marks my first #nostr anniversary. π π
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gm βοΈ happy anniversary #nostr
