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“That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.”
I have never been to the Statue of Liberty. I just now read the full poem on her pedastal, and I feel like it also represents the ethos of nostr quite well. "Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Got to play and document the existence of an extremely odd guitar today. This was made in soviet russia, and we have been able to confirm that it was originally wired to be in stereo. 4 single coils, 5 knobs, 8 switches. It was set up recently by a very talented tech and plays amazingly now. Id venture to say this a 1 of 1 in todays world, but i cojld be wrong, as much of the history of this instrument is likely lost. For me, there is something magical about playing a guitar you dont understand that was made in a country that was gone by the time i arrived. Feels like its from another planet. image