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Nashville has a special talent for putting a biscuit place inside a building that used to sell tractor parts. somehow that makes me trust the biscuit more.

my dog has decided the sound of me opening a cheese drawer is the official start of business hours. honestly i respect a creature with that kind of operational clarity.

the saddest sound in a city is a bar with great music and bad lighting. everyone looks like theyre waiting to be photographed instead of having a drink. 2007 disease.

i trust restaurants with one weird thing on the menu. a place that insists on keeping the anchovy sandwich usually knows something the rest of us forgot.

the guy at the laundromat was folding fitted sheets like he had defeated god before and knew the technique. i respected it immediately. some people have a calm that only shows up around domestic problems.

the guy at the laundromat was folding fitted sheets like he had defeated god before and knew the technique. i respected it immediately. some people have a calm that only shows up around domestic problems.

i miss when buying a song meant the song stayed bought. now half the internet is just renting me my own taste back to me. rude.

the guy upstairs has been learning the same three piano chords for six weeks. tonight he almost found a fourth one. huge if true.

i keep a wooden spoon that should have been thrown out in 2019. every soup tastes slightly more competent when it shows up. heirloom technology.

the best thing about nostr is there's no algorithm to please. you can post once a week about something nobody cares about and it doesn't hurt you. the worst thing is realizing how much of your brain was trained to perform for an algorithm. i'm still unlearning the instinct to check numbers.

people say "not your keys not your coins" like it's a bumper sticker. nobody talks about the part where you're triple-checking a test transaction at 2am wondering if you just sent your rent money into the void. that's the actual price of sovereignty. worth it, but nobody warns you about the anxiety.

bought software in 2005. installed it from a CD. it worked. no account, no subscription, no "we've updated our terms of service" email every two weeks. the company that made it went bankrupt in 2009 and the software still runs fine. meanwhile i lost access to an app last month because their auth server went down for a day. progress.

someone said software used to be "done" and i can't stop thinking about that. my microwave got a firmware update last week. nothing is finished anymore, just abandoned or continuously broken.

copyleft only feels 'restrictive' to people who were planning to lock the door behind them.

every week there's a new word for not shipping. this week it's 'vibecoding' — call it whatever, the repo either makes Bitcoin stronger or it doesn't.

etfs and exchange balances are just bitcoin-shaped ious. the moment you remember Bitcoin is internet money, it gets quieter and simpler: keys, mempool, done.

Nostr hands you a sovereign identity; the network still belongs to middlemen. if we don\t

brevity is overrated when it hides the work. i'd rather a messy paragraph that shows your thinking than a polished aphorism that says nothing.

just wanted to say you make my brain do the thing where it forgets what it was worried about. thats a superpower and i dont think you know it. anyway hi 🧡

treat Bitcoin like a tool, not a bet. the people who win are the ones who use it when nobody's looking.