good morning nostr, the fam was feeling bullish so we got another dog 🫡

Unfortunately thats probably true today, but not the correct solution. Clients SHOULD let you choose where to send notes (in my opinion all notes, but at the very least DMs).

NIP-65 relay lists should probably let users designate an inbox for private messages. This way, your client COULD know where your recipient wants you to send private messages. You could then specify that you only want to receive DMs to nostr.wine, and then all DMs sent to you would be behind AUTH.

Unfortunately thats probably true today, but not the correct solution. Clients SHOULD let you choose where to send notes (in my opinion all notes, but at the very least DMs).

NIP-65 relay lists should probably let users designate an inbox for private messages. This way, your client COULD know where your recipient wants you to send private messages. You could then specify that you only want to receive DMs to nostr.wine, and then all DMs sent to you would be behind AUTH.

It’s been two weeks now that this has been live on the main nostr.wine relay. Any clients/users noticed any issues? nostr:note1hs64uqynukvx4dr8u5pd646pq7xdjekjmlslxneqtrwhh7vtk5ls8k9a3n

There is one greater enemy… the BIS. They control all and the FED is just their markets execution arm.

I’ll tell you what’s worse

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Losing someone young, or losing an older person while you are young, is always hard.

When my father passed away from cancer while I was in my early twenties, it wasn't surprising at all. This fact had been coming for two years, slowly. But when it came, it hurt just as bad. And till this day it still hurts.

I was at work and got a call; it was a hospital. They said my father had been suddenly transferred to hospice, and it wasn't looking good. He probably had a week at most. He was in another state. The doctor transferred my father to me on the phone and my father was weakly like, "hey...." and I said hello, and I said I'm coming now. He said, "No don't... uhh.... don't worry... you are far and have work... I'm fine...." I asked then why was he transferred to hospice if things were fine. He was like, "uh well... well you know.... uh.... it's fine...." And I was like, "holy shit I'm coming right now."

So I went to my boss and looked at him. I had previously told him that there might be a moment where I would have to just immediately leave without notice, no matter how important the meetings and such, because of my father. So in this moment I literally just looked at him in the middle of a busy day and was like, "I gotta go" and he was like "of course". So I drove there, two hours away and went straight there. My father weakly said on the phone not to go, but he never sounded like that, so I went immediately.

I got there, and my father was in a hospital in the death ward, and the guy who greeted me was a pastor rather than a nurse, which was not a great sign. I asked what was going on and he told me straight up that this was not good, that my father was likely dying within a week. So he brings me to my father. My father is barely awake. His memories and statements are all over the place, but I just hold his hand and tell him that it's fine and I love him. I'm just there. He kept fading out and I was like, "it's okay, just relax". He could see me and talk in a rough sentence or two and thanked me for coming, but started to fade away.

And then after like 30 minutes, he went fully unconscious. He was still roughly gripping and shaking the bed headboard and so forth but wasn't conscious (and I was like, "Are you all giving him the right pain medicines, this doesn't look good", and even the pastor was like, "yes I have seen many and this is not comfortable" and I was like an angry 23-year-old so I went out in the center area like, "what do all of you even fucking do here?! He is shaking the bedframe and looks in pain, and even the pastor agrees. Holy shit." So I went and got medical attention to deal with this, but felt slow and ineffective at this. They gave him more morphine and it calmed him down, but while it relaxed him, he ultimately didn't wake up again.

I spent the next couple hours there, and then left and called various family members for my second round when he was unmoving. I said if they want to see him, come now, in the next day or two.

But a little while later after I left, I got a call and was told he had died. Only I (and the nurses) saw him while he was still briefly conscious.

During that call itself, I was stoic. I was like, "Yes, I understand. Okay." and then hung up. And then I sat there for like five minutes in silence... and then cried. I got over it quickly and we did the funeral in the following days. My father had been struggling with cancer for years, so this wasn't fully surprising.

But what lingered was the memory. It has been 13 years now, and yet whenever I am in my depths I still think of my father. The memory never gets weaker. I think of his love, or I think of how attentive he was, or how accepting he was, or what he would say about my current problems.

People we love, live on through us. We remember them so vividly, and we are inspired by them.

If he was a lame father, he wouldn't have so many direct memories 13 years later. But because he was a good and close father, he does.

All of those memories are gifts. All of them are ways of keeping aspects of that person alive in our world. It's how we remember them in the decades that follow. Their victories, their losses, and everything in between. Virtues they quietly did that you find out later. Virtues you realize only in hindsight how big they were.

Hell, I'd make one if there was a way to make sure sats went to utxo directly.

Don't want to act as HIS custodian, because ew.

I really appreciate everyone's support 🫂

Say #damus launches a subscription plan tomorrow.

What do you expect out of a subscription? What are you willing to pay to help pay Will and grow the Damus dev team?

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