Some days call for complexity. Today was a meat and potatoes kind of day.

It's Sep 30th, which means it's a federal holiday in Canada and I get the day off work. This "holiday" (the term suggests a rather cheerier tone than is intended) is a fairly new one, having just been instantiated in 2021. Truth and Reconciliation Day. It's a morally fraught occasion, where sins of the past are meant to be reckoned with in the present. It's detractors will say that it's mostly just a day of hollow liberal pandering that doesn't accomplish much, and more or less boils down to White Guilt Day, and there may be some truth to that. Ultimately though, if you're fighting against legally mandated paid time off work, you're fighting a losing battle, transactional as that may be. For myself, regardless of the imperfect nature of this day in actually addressing generational echoes of conquest and forced assimilation, this day need not go to waste. It is as good a day as any to reflect on struggles of power, clashes of cultures, and the harsh reality of what happens when technological asymmetries are forced into physical resolution. All worthwhile things to consider, and as relevant as ever.

A nice dump of rain after a long, dry summer onsite helps reveal who's been doing their job correctly. The concrete roof to my generator room was supposedly waterproofed last month. Now I've got rain dripping through the air intake all over this $30,000 machine (100 kW), with about 2" pooled on the floor. Knobs.

GM It's a little after 5 AM and the city is dark. Or rather, as dark as it gets which is not very dark at all. The day is naught but potential right now. In a couple of hours the sun will rise and that potential will begin crystallizing into reality; problems, headaches, some small victories. It will all be very focussed and contained in the here and now. For now the coffee is strong, the fire is warm, and my mind can wander deep into the caverns of possibility.

Recently overheard from an MSTR bro: "Stay humble and stack shares." 😒

My girl and I, we're going places. #catstr

Alright, so "nostr is dead" is a pretty common refrain, and I never really questioned it much. But then I pulled up this little gauge on Wisp. How accurate do we think this number is? 242 people in the entire world are on nostr at this particular moment? I mean, sure, the nostr community probably has a higher than average proportion of people who attend church on Sunday mornings, but on the other hand everything on nostr is so fragmented and janky that a global metric like this seems unlikely to be capturing everything. Anyone got any insight on this? #asknostr

Inside of me there are two cats. One of them is fat, and the other one is crazy. #catstr