Okay, I feel like I just need to make this warning. I am reaching that stage of hair length where men begin to feel almost safe, attempting that little stubby ponytail thing that their hair falls out of. And I just thought I would warn any of you following me so that you could unfollow in case that is frightening.

I just want to say... I don't care if you don't zap me. In delighted when someone sends nee a ONE sat zap. And as delighted with a simple emoji. I'm here for the community. Not ideals. Nostr is fine.

I'm ok with dead nostr it turns out.

Okay, update for myself. I actually have enjoyed using "Pocket Casts". I would say this is one of the slickest podcast apps I've seen. Still evaluating how private it is and it doesn't seem to have a a bunch of podcast 2.0 ability, but just for something to listen to things on, pretty good.

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Pocket Casts is the world

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Seems to me, a lot of people are feeling sort of moody recently. I say good morning to you, particularly the moody ones. Although I don't think many of them follow me. But when life smacks you upside the head, sometimes you just have to make yourself a nice mug of coffee. And you go back to bed and lie down with the coffee. You prop your head up just to that point where you can sort of poke your lips out and just draw in one steaming hot sip of coffee and maybe spill some on your collar and make that noise. Ffffftttthhhhhhhh. Ahh coffee. Would you like me to pour you a mug?

Podcast app suggestions? Ive been using Podcast Guru. #asknostr Oh. And I wish I could use fountain. But the UX/UI is awful.

I'm just gonna say it's interesting this wave of grief about #primal. I have a lot of thoughts about it.

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#wabisabi I cannot stop gravity. Gravity is a constant and foundational aspect of our life on earth. I can overcome it briefly. I can jump. Or I can step on an airplane and take a flight to another city. But ultimately, gravity pulls me back down to the ground. In fact, my entire life is at least in part a struggle against gravity, because at the end it will pull me back INTO the ground. But here's the question I i'm fidgeting through right now. Is the beauty of life found in the struggle to rise up? To put one stone atop another? To build? To fly? Or... is life's beauty found in the peaceful surrender to what cannot be overcome? In finding grace within the pull? I know the answer is both of those things. But my human heart is still learning how to balance. To hold hands with two worlds. To rise and fall. And rise again. Selah.