this week's "Bitcoin Brainstorm with Cathie Wood" was all about how AI bots are integrating bitcoin and Nostr.
i feel like i'm really falling behind with the AI understanding.
what's the point of them on Nostr paying in bitcoin?
this must be what a normie feels like when listening to excited bitcoiners talking about bitcoin.
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figuring it all out
I appreciate your humor, insight, and your post whether or not I agree
the gentle ladies from Promethean Action can say what they want about the British empire, but wow were they incredible at building railway infrastructure.
Apparently the maintenance problem is affecting all humans across the globe. Will AI can find the genes responsible for designing/ building/maintaining public infrastructure and reintroduce them?


The Express Tribune
Pakistan can
With Pakistan Railways crumbling and a 55bn rupee deficit, why are we planning a $62 billion corridor? We need execution capacity, not announcements.
i had a hitchhiker (not the kind from Skinwalker Ranch), but a tiny mouselike creature that didn't run away like a mouse.
so i got closer. he was smaller than a mouse with a long snout and didn't seem to see me peering at him around the corner of a box in basement.
i assume he had landed in a spaceship from the outer meadow: a log with a hole and some straw sticking out that i was using for firewood.
here he was in this dry and inhospitable planet far away from earthworms.
he ran away under the boxes. the alien needed to be caught before succumbing to the desert of the basement.
i would never be able to find him in time. I said a prayer.
i went to the restroom. there he was on the bright linoleum floor against the bathtub.
i used a McDonald's coffee cup to abduct him, sealed the hatch, and whisked him out into the snow.
thank God for prayer. i don't have to clean the basement now.
on love and gun safety
"Lewis had proceeded only three miles when he pulled over at an island and at the request of the pioneers living on it gave a demonstration of his air gun, purchased from gunsmith Isaiah Lukens of Philadelphia. It was a pneumatic rifle. The stock was the reservoir, and it could be pumped full of air to a pressure of five to six hundred psi, at which point it was not much inferior in hitting power to the Kentucky rifle. That it produced no smoke or noise astonished the frontiersmen."
"Lewis fired seven times at fifty-five yards 'with pretty good success.' He passed the curiosity around for examination. It went off accidentally; the ball passed through the hat of a woman about forty yards off, "cutting her temple, she fell instantly and the blood gushing from her temple. we were all in the greatest consternation supposed she was dead but in a minute she revived to our enespressable satisfaction, and by examination we found the wound by no means mortal or even dangerous." Never again did he pass the air gun around when it was pumped up and loaded. (Undanted Courage, Ambrose, 108)"
this anecdote reminds me of a young friend who fired a water balloon slingshot and hit a gal in a bikini who then toppled into the pool. they married several years later. i guess she wanted him on her side.