GM!

Anybody else remember Gaddafi's security detail, the "Amazonian Guard" or "Revolutionary Nuns" (official title)? I wonder what happened to them after his death.

Some day you'll have a teen and they'll get a license, and they'll break something on your car. Don't get mad. This is an opportunity to take them to a "pull a part" junk yard and teach them how to do some pretty basic repairs on the cheap. In this case it was replacing a mirror. $25 and less than 1 hr total time. Tools? Trim tool and socket set. Confidence boosted. Oh, and don't let them drive "the nice car" when they're still learning.

Tonight's mood: A little bit of Roberta Flack "Gone Away" You might pick up that this is where TI got his great sample for his first hit "Whatcha Know About That". Soulful and dramatic with penetrating lyrics.

🎶This is how we fuel it🎶 Just fueled up the truck today... Should last the next, ahem, three days or roughly 1900 miles. For those actually wondering, I'm very fuel efficiency conscious and in the summer I can average over 8mpg (today was 8.5mpg with a 40,000lbs load in the Midwest, mostly highway, a few small towns with lights). #truck #truckstr

GM!

nostr:npub1v60thnx0gz0wq3n6xdnq46y069l9x70xgmjp6lprdl6fv0eux6mqgjj4rpyou let slip very briefly during one of your gust spots on @Simply Bitcoin that you live in an Earthship. I'm curious to hear more about it, and your experience with it. Did you study under Michael Reynolds? I've been wanting to go to Taos for years with the family and stay in one then hit up some skiing. Anything you could share would be much appreciated!

Music Mood right now: Shooter Jennings - All of This Could Have Been Yours A powerful song of a blown relationship that builds from a solitary piano into a tour de sonic force from near desperation to near anger and finally ending in acceptance. Shooter is the son of country legend Waylon Jennings and has probably the best DJ show that covers an eclectic mix of music, quite a lot that he produces and plays on. He used to run a BBS though has since migrated to Discord and still gets on the Ham radio. Check it out and let me know what you think. #music #musicstr

Meet the best copilot anyone could have! He doesn't go on every trip but he sure is happy when he does. #dogs #dogstr #trucks #truckstr

All the new Nostriches getting hatched and finding their place... I'm in that image, too. Zoom in. (Yes it's real, yes I took it, yes, you can, too - it's from Chicago and if you know where and how leave a note). #photography

The more you travel down the rabbit hole you'll soon enough realize it was a wormhole all along. #photography

After BASIC and a dabble into some flavour of UNIX, this was what I was creating "apps" with in 1987. Apple had all the capabilities of creating a web but they also wanted total control (see the history of their failed Apple eWorld). Hypercard had links, pages, animations, databasing, and was open to your imagination. I still have this manual.

Are your words ephermal?

Playing around on Nostr reminds me of finally giving in and joining Twitter but even more it means reclaiming what was lost. After much deliberation and people I was locally influenced by when I was into the Vancouver startup scene, I finally signed up. That was back in May 2008. It was raw and I used to text my updates from my Palm Treo 700W. It had a community that was growing and excited to be part of this different crowd. We had Tweetups and global 24hr Twestivals (that raised money for clean drinking water in Africa, Charity Water). We thought we were cutting edge. There were people hooking into the network to make it better, like TweetDeck and these other services. Then came the politicians, journalists, salesmen, bots, and all manner of poison. yeah, the service grew but the culture died. Now Twitter/X is a cesspool of shit posting. yes there's good to be found but so much joy is gone. This happens with every service, it seems. But Nostr, for now, is different. It takes me back to UseNet days and 9600 baud modems, before search engines and browsers, where some technical proficiency was the barrier and the signal was pure. Back then and for much of the 90's we were concerned about our privacy and were super sketch at the idea of giving out our credit card. We went by anonymous names but met IRL (as the kids say these days). We hosted our own sites and feared no algorythm. There are those who think Social Media became a thing with Twitter. or FaceBook, or MySpace, or Friendster... I've met those SM agency folk. They miss that the internet IS social media from the get go. They confuse the term SM with what they really mean as ROI, KPMs, data mining, user harvesting, clicks, views, and other commercial nonsense. It's the friends you meet along the way... that's the real value. I have very little doubt that as Nostr grows so too will it silo and large commercial ventures will eye it for its riches BUT as it is a protocol we have the ability to really keep some semblance of sovereignty alive and I honestly haven't seen that in... nearly 30 years.

@NICO⚡️ @Simply Bitcoin it's pretty clear how much more fun you have with the freedom of Rumble but you're faced with the conflict of wanting the reach of YouTube... So why not stay free and post edited after on YouTube (as you do on audio pod at like Fountain)... You know, kinda like what Russel Brand does. The wider audience gets reached and those who want the whole unvarnished show eventually migrate. I mean, you've made it clear it's not about monetization and your sponsors are good so just go for the whole coin. Use YT for reach as you convert them to sovereign participants on whatever platform (or ideally protocol) aligns with your values.

Spotted in the wild... A payphone, with a message from 2011! So, it hasn't been visited in 13 years or what? One has tonwonder of it costs more to maintain, collect coins, clean, and power than what it produces.

I'm gonna have to get my own relay or something. Testing out a new client. Each client is only showing some of what has been posted before. Each is missing different posts.