I don't know what millennial needs to hear this, but throw away the box your phone came in. You don't need it. You will never need it.

Conspiracy theorists are typically truth tellers. They only get the label because the truth showed up before permission to say it did.

imagine being handed the early internet a second time and tapping out because the onboarding had a learning curve View quoted note →

explaining nostr to a normie is just watching their face slowly close like a garage door

a network with no owner has no reason to addict you. nobody’s manipulating me. i’m freelance now

i now have a favorite water. not a brand thing, a specific opinion about how water should taste. when did i develop standards for the most neutral substance on earth?

gm Nostr. touch grass, then touch grass that pays in sats

Stopping by to say good night!

One tool I’ve used to teach my kids low time preference is sitting down and building puzzles with them. I won’t pretend I knew it was working at the time. It just felt like something a dad should do. But I watched it pay off years later, in how they handle a hard thing that doesn’t pay off right away. You’re playing a longer game than you realize at that table. Build the puzzle. Build the stack.

Life hack: Start every phone call with "my battery is low" so you can hang up anytime.

I in fact do NOT have a pocket full of sunshine, that is a Glock

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Spent last night in a friend’s hospital room. You do a lot of thinking in a room like that… Everybody you’ve ever loved is going to die, and so are you, and you’ve built your whole life around not thinking about it. You almost have to. You couldn’t merge onto the highway or kiss someone goodbye in the morning if you were holding the odds in your head while you did it. So we tell ourselves everyone is solid, that the people you’ll see tonight will be there tonight, and you forget you ever made it up. I’ve spent a lot of my life standing where that story comes apart. You don’t walk away the same man. It files the edges off everything you thought mattered, until you can’t remember why you spent last night angry. A man drives a road he’s driven a thousand times. The thousandth time feels like the first nine hundred and ninety nine right up until it doesn’t, and the gap between an ordinary evening and the end of everything is a few feet and a couple of seconds. That’s what we’ve been living on without once looking at it. That it held again today, that you woke up at all, that the people you love are still a phone call away, is more than you’re owed. You didn’t earn the breath you took this morning. You can’t put it in savings. Nobody tells you how many are left before they hand you the last one. If you’ve lived long enough you already know this. You’ve gotten the call that pulls the air out of the room. No long life skips that door. I won’t tell you to live like today’s your last. That saying has lost its weight. But you are in someone’s hands right now, whether you’ve made peace with it or not, and what you decide about whose hands those are is the difference between spending your borrowed time in quiet terror or in something that finally feels like rest. The breath was given. Sit with that before you scroll.

Gm. Since I posted this several hours ago when many of you were still sleeping, I’ll repost it for your reading pleasure! 🤙🏼 View quoted note →