GM. My nasal and chest congestion is finally breaking up and the scenes are horrific.

I don’t own #MSTR and I’m still gonna make it.

Every time I visit my father’s hometown, though he still lives, I cannot help but think how I might honor him in his eulogy. There are a great many men he has influenced and temporarily fathered. It’s a weighty thing to consider and I don’t find it wrong to do so as I hope he lives 62 more years to add to his current 62 years.

Summertime Sonnet by Dillon Hamilton The moving months of Spring make way for still, The far-off Winter star comes close to rule, Your day-to-day and how much sweat you spill, He governs all things well except the cool, Should he prove a tyrant over our lands, Make our first appeal to King of Heaven, To win from Him our shade in cotton bands, To fill our streams as lumps with live leaven, Rest not in coolness cast by fickle men, Its temper is uneven like a star, They swing the dull and rusted sickle, sin, And take you as the bruised reed that you are, Beg not that those Spring moving months return, Beg not for less than all you’re meant to learn.

The sun in the forest. #IvanShishkin #art

Might as well Kipling-poast while I wait around. The Last Department Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, "What will those luckless millions do?" "None whole or clean," we cry, "or free from stain Of favour." Wait awhile, till we attain The Last Department where nor fraud nor fools, Nor grade nor greed, shall trouble us again. Fear, Favour, or Affection–what are these To the grim Head who claims our services? I never knew a wife or interest yet Delay that pukka step, miscalled "decease"; When leave, long overdue, none can deny; When idleness of all Eternity Becomes our furlough, and the marigold Our thriftless, bullion-minting Treasury. Transferred to the Eternal Settlement, Each in his strait, wood-scantled office pent, No longer Brown reverses Smith's appeals, Or Jones records his Minute of Dissent. And One, long since a pillar of the Court, As mud between the beams thereof is wrought; And One who wrote on phosphates for the crops Is subject-matter of his own Report. These be the glorious ends whereto we pass– Let Him who Is, go call on Him who Was; And He shall see the mallie steals the slab For currie-grinder, and for goats the grass. A breath of wind, a Border bullet's flight, A draught of water, or a horse's fright– The droning of the fat Sheristadar Ceases, the punkah stops, and falls the night For you or Me. Do those who live decline The step that offers, or their work resign? Trust me, To-day's Most Indispensables, Five hundred men can take your place or mine.

40 minutes from home on a job site and my machine just died. If you want anymore lessons on how to ruin a Saturday, comment below.

The memes are objectively better at 58k anyway.

Are most Bitcoiners isolated from likeminded individuals or have most of you built local networks that can help you out in a pinch?

Is pruning a threat to network integrity or is that just more FUD?

What are the odds the response will be Luddite in nature?

About to drive down Breeding Road. Ranchers are a very precise people.

Every time I cross the border into Texas I whistle the Walker Texas Ranger theme tune.

Entropy might have found an accelerant in me. Mechanical objects seem to lose three quarters of their life and vitality when I approach them. It’s why I avoid vital energy infrastructure and will never go near a nuclear plant.

I use SimpleX solely for personal notes on future projects. I’m weird like that.

This isn’t my quote. I’m not sure why I keep getting tagged in this. To quote a comment in the thread, “Bitcoin makes you feel sovereign and rich.” Co-sign. View quoted note →

#asknostr #nostr #bitcoin View quoted note →

We have Sats per stream. Do we have Sats per word/page for writers?

Is there anyone reporting on the port strike here on #Nostr or was all of that called off? #asknostr

Looking at lack of tales of truly great American leaders and men from an entrepreneurial view, is an obvious gap in the market. And it is not just a gap. It is forbidden ground. The first to tread it and bring an audience to it will have built an evergreen gold mine.