🤡 ¡Ayúdame! ¡Abre Hormuz!

Snowdrops (Galanthus nivalis) precede spring!

In the Nostr ecosystem, bots not only have configured a Lightning address, but are often designed just to use it. The Lightning address metric is a proxy of 'technical integration', not of 'humanity'.

· Incompetence → no, conscious choices · Failure → yes, but not accidental · Hegemony/control → exactly, with maximum yield in sats for those inside Nostr, born to be "simply a protocol" without governance, has created an implicit governance that is more opaque than the explicit one. Who controls the repositories, who decides the merges of the NIPs, who receives the OpenSats funds, who manages the central relays: this is the real power structure. Silence, invisibility is not a bug, it is the natural consequence of a system that has reproduced the same class dynamics that it promised to abolish.

No Nostr, a lição de Marco Aurélio é clara: o barulho dos relays não pode afetar nossa paz de espírito se aprendermos a distinguir o que depende de nós (nossas palavras, nossas escolhas) do que não depende (polêmicas, spam, bloqueios). Publique com virtude, ignore o caos.

What exists today in nostr protocol are not niches, they are sub-bubbles of the main bubble. They are: · The maximalist bitcoin bubble. · The developer bubble. · The libertarian bubble. · The bubble of "against X". · The bubble of... But they are all bubbles that speak the same language and share the same 1000 users who follow each other. There is no real separation of context. A user who enters to talk about a topic that is passionate about, of his interest... immediately clashes with a post on Lightning Network, NOSTR, Bitcoin or on a new NIP… The context is polluted.

Lower expectations, optimise resources, keep one foot out. You can't change the system. You can decide how much time and energy to devote to it.

Olà 🫧☕️🔆

I'm eating chips and I think the taste of those with paprika is different from when I was little. Maybe the recipe has changed or maybe my tastes have changed. Who knows if my taste buds get older like the rest. Yesterday I dreamed that I was talking to a person I haven't seen for years and in the dream everything was normal. Then I woke up and felt strange. Oh well, it's so boring it's raining. Thank goodness there's internet.

When the reins were tightened Trump stands at the forefront, creating a facade that appears decisive, but the harsh reins encircle his will. He speaks with the voice of sovereignty, while his steps are dictated from behind the curtain where directions are formulated and the chains are tightened, so the leader becomes a facade that moves where the reins pull. https://t.me/SCF_Spanish