I now officially spend more time correcting spelling, grammar and context errors on Siri voice to text than the time I save by dictating messages rather than typing them. Man it sucks so badly. Someone at Apple needs to get punted. In this day and age, it’s the mobile phone company equivalent of the Blockbuster Video product development failure.  #firstworldproblems

The first natural light these babies have seen in their lives. #gardenstr

It’s largely because people have allowed centralized corporate social media algorithms and Chinese bot farms turn them into the most radicalized versions of themselves online. View quoted note →

I’m not trapped in this world with tyrants. They are trapped here with me. View quoted note →

So many channel failures on zaps using CoinOS. Killing my vibe. Still looking for a good solution on a half baked client.

A step closer to home, another hospital visit. My daughter is with her BF another city closer to home, in emerg as they re-cast his leg. The first hospital nearest the accident did a poor job, he’s out of pain meds, and in agony. My daughter is operating on 2 hours sleep since the accident, still 5 hours from home. Still praying. View quoted note →

We got a sobering reminder yesterday about how quickly life can be turned upside down. By Thursday this past week I caught wind that my early twenty-something daughter and her boyfriend were planning on camping over the long weekend. Friday I was texting with him, and aside from advising him to stay clear of the couple of hotspots where the worst of the drunk yahoos seem to congregate on the long weekends here, I didn't have much to say. They were at worst going to be an hour away at one of the local lakes, and were planning (according to him) to go a little ways north of the usual spot to get away from where most of the idiocy usually occurs. Every May long weekend, the first snow-free long weekend where people here are cutting loose (and generally overdoing it) after a long winter stuck indoors, there is always a spike in first responder calls. Vehicle accidents, traumas, the works. Fire and ambulance are usually hopping. Friday I'm just getting off work and I learn that the kids have already left, but instead, have decided to go 7 hours away, to the opposite corner of the province. Not only that, to an area at least an hour out of cell range, and with little on them in terms of provisions, water and shelter. And yes, to a hotspot where all the yahoos congregate. After all of the things I have tried to impart to my kids about preparedness over the years.....no communcication plan, a single point of failure transportation plan, and relying on another party who was already at camp to have the shelter and basic requirements for life sorted. In cougar and grizzly country. I just shook my head, but there was nothing I could do at that point. They had already been on the road for four hours. My stomach sank. I had a bad fucking feeling. When I do a trip like that, I prepare for weeks. I have everything dialed. Firearms, satellite comms, redundant shelter, water and food plans, and an emergency plan. I asked my wife what they took with them. Two blankets, two pillows, and a bit of food. Fuck. We got the call at 11pm last night from my daughter's girlfriend, who was also in tow, that our daughter and her boyfriend were both in the hospital seven hours away. When the call came through, even my daughter's friend didn't know their status. Like even if they had survived, from the serious crash they had been involved in with another offroad vehicle near their campsite. My wife came unglued. I felt the blood drain from my face thinking this was it: the worst thing that can befall a parent, happening to us. Another three hours passed before we finally got replies to the unanswerable texts we had sent to my daughter's phone, and soon after a phone call from her. She was alive. My daughter's boyfriend thought it would be a good idea after a day of boozing to double my daughter on a dirt bike on the trails near camp. During the ride, another rider from camp T-boned them at a trail intersection, throwing both of them off the bike at high speed. When we got the call, all they could tell us was that both my daughter and her boyfriend were in emerg, both awaiting X-rays and other scans. No idea about whether either of them were crippled or disfigured. But both still alive. So we were on pins and needles all night. At 5:30 this morning, we got a call from my daughter that she was OK. Just really sore, but no fractures or lacerations. Her boyfriend, not so lucky. A severely broken leg that is going to require surgery. The worst part, when they were thrown from the bike, the only set of keys for the vehicle they took were lost. So now, after a sleepless night in hospital, it was going to be up to my daughter and her girlfriend to get a ride the hour back to camp, once again out of cell range in the wilderness, to try and find the keys. So that my daughter could come back to the hospital, pick up her highly medicated boyfriend, and make what would have been likely a 9 hour trip back home on no sleep, so he could continue his care and have his leg plated back together at our nearest hospital. This whole situation still has the potential to spiral. Now, hours later, a still imperfect but semi stable plan has emerged. But I still see tons of holes in it. Drive halfway home in the AM and stay with the BF's grandparent. Then come home Tuesday. All with a patient onboard with a severely broken leg, at risk of complications due to a clot or any other number of things that can happen. Not to mention his complete inability to be anything but a liability all the way home. I suggested that she bring the vehicle back herself and that they arrange a patient transport with the hospital. It'd be costly to him, but at least he'd be in the care of professionals the whole way, with the means to intervene if something goes wrong. But alas, my advice only goes so far seven hours away. They aren't out of the shit yet. But I can tell from the few high texts I've received from the soon to be ex boyfriend that both of them have learned a couple things through this experience. And the lessons will keep on giving....how to pay rent and make a truck payment being unable to stand on two feet or work for 5-6 months. But at least they are alive. We are counting our blessings, but still praying for this to be over and for our kid to be home safe. #gratitude #prayers #dontbeadumbass

How about starting by letting us know who placed puts on AA and United on 9/11? View quoted note →

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Harder. Faster. Stronger. ₿

The biggest mental problem I am trying to solve is this. If social unrest and overt actions against tyranny play precisely into the hand of governments who want to use unrest as justification for crackdowns, and the implementation of full spectrum surveillance, what options exist other than building local networks for trading the essentials of life and ensuring defensible physical space/shelter? I think the boat has already sailed when it comes to waking up enough people to the realities of the control grid that is springing up around us before it is too late. This is going to happen whether we like it or not. Trillions in capital are being dedicated to it. Nothing stops this train. Is there still an opportunity to strike at the heart of it? Or must we just be prepared to live unbanked, react the best we can to threats, and maintain a low profile? #asknostr

What’s the most consequential uncomfortable truth you have learned, that shapes your current worldview? I’ll go first. Mine was the realization that not only do our governments not have our best interests at heart, but that they will kill and imprison us by the thousands, at the drop of a hat, to advance the agendas of the corporations that have captured them. #asknostr

Sometimes I think I ruin what should and could be happy times by constantly thinking adversarially about countering certain threats that are coming our way. While I personally have endless endurance for this kind of thinking and existence, I’ve recently come to understand that many around me, when faced with the truth, get really worried and scared. And that they’d rather continue living with comfortable lies than uncomfortable truths. They find my now very occasional attempts at sharing information intended to help them prepare, exhausting. The most recent example was a conversation I was having with my sister about managing assets in the face of the asset stripping that we appear to be set up for in the next five years. She straight up told me that she didn’t want to know such things. That they just make her worry. And that she’d rather ignore it and “just have a happy life”. I have been very judgemental of “normies” since I “woke up” in about 2003. And especially so since I e been a Bitcoiner. But now I think I’ve come to understand that it’s not just disinterest or intellectual laziness that keeps people stumbling around in the dark. It’s the fear they feel confronting so many things in this world they believed to be true that simply are not. In fact, they are so afraid that they would sooner kill the messenger than face reality in many cases. View quoted note →