This team is working on a peer to peer no KYC bitcoin solution built on nostr. Worth a donation if you can spare some sats. nostr:note1cgsh8ryzkzvvevzw5qw0mxzlmeytd4rnu7we4ya0f92uxv4vhapsrjd9k3

This is awesome!

I know very little about this, but seems like it’s all possible with the HODL invoice. Way out of my league here but def curious

Question for any nostr devs out there: why couldn't we turn this whole thing into a global non-kyc exchange?

I post a note saying I want to buy $X amount of #bitcoin. Someone wants to sell to me. We negotiate on the payment method (strike, cash app, etc.) and pay through a HODL invoice. Basically RoboSats

but would be less anonymous. Still non-kyc.

If this is not possible due to technical reasons please don't blast me. I am a non-dev just trying to get some non-kyc bitcoin. #asknostr

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(Proof of stake) Existing coin holders are determined by the state of the ledger, and the state of the ledger is controlled by the existing coin holders- a perpetual motion machine based on circular lodging that doesn’t have a high fault tolerance.

A proof of work system uses energy as that external architect of truth, which creates a history with unforgeable costliness, and is what makes the system robust

nostr:npub1a2cww4kn9wqte4ry70vyfwqyqvpswksna27rtxd8vty6c74era8sdcw83a Broken Money

#bitcoin

lil floofs #catstr https://video.nostr.build/94ed24303cf5793a4a57740392199e099efd2fc00adc6dffda962bb3c642ea99.mov

AI is easy. Why would they stop at the “rich” and not just go after the rest of us?

https://x.com/moreperfectus/status/1700149770151456802?s=46

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Let’s imagine a scenario 1000 years from now. Or 100. Whatever, it’s the future. So imagine there are scholars of history, who are trying to look back at the written record of our time. Something like how archaeologists today, read the clay tablets of the Samarian‘s or scrolls of the ancient Hebrews.

Or, let’s just say it’s an amateur historian, looking for records of family members great grandfathers, or great great aunts. They are trying to get a sense for what it was like to live in this day and age, who these people (us) truly were through the lease of history. The thoughts of the people and how they relate to their time.

Now imagine that these future archaeologists are combing through social media records. They would either have to get permission from Facebook or Twitter, or whoever owns the data and would likely be offered a curated, limited or censored version of the data, or they could research on open social protocols like #nostr.

This is why I believe in #nostr. My record, that will (god willing) be accessed by my progeny, perhaps in an effort to get to know their long since dead ancestor, will be available to them on an open platform.

I had this math teacher (Mr. B) when I was Soph in High school. Dude was kind of an asshole, especially to athletes (which I was). I think maybe because he was a pretty big dude and used to be an athlete himself, but that’s not the point. Point was he didn’t like me. Well me and my girlfriend at the time were in his class as well as one of my best buds, so I basically fucked off the whole time.

First semester I stayed on top of things and got like a B-. So second semester I fucked around even more. Mr B told us all semester that our final grade would basically be based on this one big final test. So wasn’t much homework or anything. Anyway, I absolutely bombed the final and got an F in the class.

My Dad was absolutely pissed and I got grounded for like the whole summer. Which sucks when you are 16. I was pissed off at Mr. B for like 10 years because I felt he targeted me for whatever reason. Clash of personality or whatever. In all honesty, the dude just doesn’t like me. I saw him a few years and he still acted like he wanted to kick my ass. Mr B. just does not like my vibe. But that isn’t the point.

This story has nothing to do with Mr. B. This story is about a time in my life I fucked around and found out.

Lol no joke

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My man Zuck just out here in the struggle like all of us.

Why not what?

Praise God

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It is possible to compete in one competition, while being the prize in another.

While I live I vow to be alive.