My Bitcoin #node is still processing the blockchain history and I made my first purchase with BTC yesterday. It's amazing what you can accomplish when procrastinating on writing!

Installed 2 old hard drives from a spare Frankenstein PC and accidently booted into #Windows Vista instead of #Linux 🤣 I want to use this computer to see if I can figure out how to run a Bitcoin node, Lightning node, and/or Nostr relay. We'll see!

Looking into hardware wallets, there's a lot I like about @Bitkey. The deal-breaker for me is not allowing me to store the cloud backup in anything besides #Google Drive on #Android. There's some other stuff I don't like so much, but that's the number 1 thing. I'm probably going to get a Blockstream Jade Plus. Much more versatile, compatible, and open. It comes recommended by another guy I trust as well.

"Verifiable" is a better term for healthy, non-abusive technology. The "open" in #opensource has so much baggage and mixed meanings it's functionally useless. I think "Open" AI was the last nail in the coffin for that term having much proper use.

Alright I think I figured out how self #verification works, thanks @Milo for the assistance! I had an extra #domain to use for it which is nice. The #website builder I used to make my full website doesn't give me file access so I'll just use my snappy short domain for this.

I love alternative app stores. I've been using #F-Droid for years and just found out about the @Zapstore. I reinstalled @primal through it. I'm hoping to use a de-Googled #Android OS soon but haven't got there yet 😮‍💨

Dust glitters on photo framed Damsel and dame don’t know his name He stood alone at tabletop Best of kin there with him to cater to a forceful grin Love I love them all Oh how many ways they love him! But one way families lack is in beauty that the eye attracts Perhaps she could be a salve to his splintered soul An image of the one who holds the world in His hands If so, the question then becomes… When do you stop being one? Another year two become… That picture. But you? Without painter The muse is missing. Your skills? Lackluster Timeless tutors yet clock moves onward Readily do we cast aside the wisdom of an elder life Or perhaps, they too are absent Wristwatch is loose, I want to fill it… ...with strength of arm and right-handed ways But I’m a lefty, oh no, dismay… ...at what I do fill, my mind of toil yet hands, idle Work widens the wallet then sets the sun Muse is costly, alien to mine eyes she’s difficult to find with unsettled mind Still, I could be her Adonis Generosity would be in need to find something of worth in me Worth wrought through body gruff Calluses by callousness dawned by difficulty still to come Establish now what is to be the fruits of they labor For those who endure until the end are those who have been made men Yet made men must not forget the maiden who lead them away from sin Her excellence in endurance, assurance of they worth Not gemstones or jewelry, acts or attitudes, pleasure, or passion… But every year the two remain that picture Dust decorates the frame of the legacy left for loved ones #poem #poetry May 2nd, 2020 & June 12th, 2020

Adverse, revert, toxic inaction Plague spreader of a wide-eyed paradigm Under bright lights we dance and play The days far spent, though we never cared anyway Toy and fancy drew us away Vibrant flickers and wave of hand Magicians wrought slaves under the great tin man Profit they did and idols we made them Puppet strings have long drawn out Mannequin all men became, on fishing line a fishing game Reel to rule, lust over love, meaning gone… No more speaking of A priesthood of provocateurs, spawns of serotonin shamans Evocative in power, summon your master, shower his praises Kept lies to smile, feel something within Dismay delayed, vision is sin Deride truth and look no further Future is now, our own lives we murder The Sacrifice has been demanded, payment past due Tab put toward blood rituals to please panopticon We’ve made it here, New Babylon #poem #poetry April 11th, 2020

Art. Artist. Critic. Adoration An analysts’ autoerotic fixation A penny for a life devoid of patron Pick up the pieces, pedestal placement… …of a poor life glanced over Auteur we found! A saint we made him! Canon by rich man’s sick amazement Gone the maker, but still I stand, to profit off this woeful man The worse he was, the wonders better Resurrected to wares by archon peddler Oligarchs ensnare a child’s vision; groomed to become artifact derision. Unfair, unfazed, the cycle goes onward Begat of trial or wealthy wiles We etch ornate tombstone tiles #poem #poetry April 7th, 2020

I need an interpreter of dreams to explain to me why I spoke with Brian Armstrong in my dreams last night. It's probably because I deleted my #Coinbase account. I will say, he seemed like a nice guy, but I'm not a fan of his business. And yes, I did use Coinbase for like $30 worth of swapping #altcoins over to BTC. I know better now.

Anytime I start someplace new online I like to post some old poems I wrote a few years ago. This is my reminder. After that I'll post some articles I haven't had online for a while. Then, new stuff. ✍️