Well this would be factoring in the chances of one of them getting assassinated (probably 20x weighted against Trump winning on that one), and the left cheating (Another 10x against Trump winning probs), which probably means that without those factored in the real weight is probably 98 to 2 with a Trump lead 😂
Imo, if they are neck and neck after 3 assassination attempts against Trump, that says quite a bit about how non-existent the confidence is that Harris could actually get elected, lol.
I think this is a supremely underrated necessity for a really great and secure Nostr experience.
Basically two main options to fix this, imo:
1. generate a new key for every single client you use, and then sign with a master key that “this is mine” and so every user sees them as all one account.
2. generate sub keys *from* a master key that you can give specific permissions to and make a new one for each client, and it simply is allowed to reach out to a main device that has your master, and ask it to sign. (Basically the nsec bunker design)
Both open up a ton of possibilities. The first is easier, but requires more complication and data gathering from the client side it seems. The second has the problem of needing an always online device that manages the master key, or having some sort of “good for 100 posts” key or something somehow.
Both are not easy, but both seem very possible. And I think this is far more important to have a system for than people recognize, imo.
lol, who and why would someone even say that? Without context of the individual, I find it very difficult to not assume that this person has serious insecurities about their own life decisions.
As someone who has tried very hard on multiple occasions to have secondary/sub keys and using nsec bunker to let others post with limited permissions to my key… I can confidently say it’s all trash. And I don’t mean that like nobody worked hard to build something cool, because I know people did, but it’s practically all unusable.
If you build a cool feature but ignore its usability, you might have well not wasted time on the feature.
This is a very seriously under appreciated reality in both #Bitcoin and #Nostr generally.
(Not saying there aren’t tons of great tools, but it does seem to be a broadly present issue)
Of course. To say one isn’t to concede the other. I think the major trade offs mostly happen at the protocol layer, which much of those issues are being solved very well, it’s simply about extending them up to those who can use them properly.
Again nsec bunker like tools are a great example. Literally all of the tools are there, it’s just never been made intuitive and the edges haven’t been cleaned up. And if that doesn’t happen then there’s no demand from clients to support it. Circular problem.
I think it’s less of a problem of trade offs for a lot of these, and more a problem of people excited to build a tool that they can use, but not interested in building it for someone who doesn’t understand anything about it. Devs I think get lost in chasing the next awesome thing, rather than doing the slow, difficult process of making the last thing built really streamlined, intuitive, and reliable.
Not saying I am not guilty of the same. It’s like building a house but never painting it or putting up trim. It’s just the annoying part of building because it’s slower and it feels like progress isn’t moving at all. But it makes all the difference in the world from the user’s perspective.
I also don’t think we should depend on the devs to do this. I think we need “another layer” of developers, who work with this stuff and try to clean it up for the regular user.
Part of the direction I’m trying to take our team is related to that. Hoping I can help, but I also know how much harder it is to get it done vs *wanting* to make it happen.
I don’t see how it’s relevant. Bitcoin uses CPU power to establish a global consensus or “canonical truth” of Bitcoin’s history. Nostr and spam aren’t really relevant, other than PoW could maybe be used to protect against spammers flooding a relay by having non-paying or non-invite or non-WoT users provide a small PoW in order to broadcast to the relay specifically.
Otherwise the idea of competing processing power doesn’t apply unless we are all trying to find a single global state and agree on which is the “real” one.
That's probably just the default, you can set it up with any port you want using the --port flag on the remote side.
ie.
holesail --connect biglongkey --port 9988
What the port is on the other machine doesn't matter, although I will often keep it the same so its easy to know which is which (until naming comes to the manager).
So if the pinokio tool is running 7860 on the "server" machine (my linux), then ill connect and put it on the same port for the remote machine (macbook). But the computers aren't talking over that port, its simply the local "door" that the service is accessible on when you open it on your computer.
Hope that helps
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While I agree with the sentiment, I feel I must say that neither “white,” nor “straight” nor “male” are character traits. Equating them as such is literally the problem, and is often correctly described as racism and sexism… because that’s basically what it is and why it causes nothing but problems and foolish assumptions. Now I don’t say this to play the “YoUr A RaciST” card, because ultimately what you said matters basically none at all, just like the overwhelming majority of people who think the same way about the world. But woke is nothing but “approved racism” as opposed to “racism we don’t like.” That’s it. And while I have no horse in the race in this conversation. I felt obligated to point that out, because such an equating is very backward and will never lead to actual understanding.
It literally **demands** that we lead our thinking of each other and place a bunch of arbitrary racial and sexual traits (not actually meaningful ones) at the top of our judgement hierarchy, and leads to exactly the problems implied.
“these things like straight, white, male are not arbitrary traits…
they’re very real concepts that heavily frame the way people think.”
I agree and I’m saying that it’s an ignorant and unproductive framing that shouldn’t be embraced, but challenged. It’s exactly how you get stupid laws or sudsidies that are race based rather than income based.
Framing is everything, and if you accept the framing of those hate based on sex and race, you will only encourage everyone to think like that. And no it isn’t useful because other people adopt it, imo. There are real, valuable means by which to judge people, reasons to provide assistance, and models for thinking how to better society… none of them that don’t contribute to more problems start by judging people by their race and sex before actually meaningful characteristics.
I disagree. Imo, thats analogous to the first step to getting rid of fiat is printing just a little bit to help the poor. It’s axiomatically losing the fight before even beginning.
Minority groups have been negatively affected explicitly by the thinking that has been targeted to *help* them. The govt “assisted” communities have been utterly decimated by a bunch of people stuck in a racist mindset with the “good intentions” of helping them. But failing to separate race from condition.
Literally, the problem would fix itself if we stopped making it the most important part of dealing with each other. But we can’t, so it won’t.
And it doesn’t matter if you want to sow division or not, when you say “as a straight, white male” to preface your position, you sow it regardless. Because you literally establish the mental framing that this is a critical part of your argument, and the next time the reader listens to someone else, they immediately think “I wonder if this is a straight white male?” Because you taught them to.
How you think about the problem precedes the solution. EVERY time
honoring the humanity is each person is the exact opposite of equating their situation, their skills, their beliefs, or their opportunity with their race or sex.
I once had a dream so vivid and that caused me such anxiety that it has burned itself into my memory, to the point that I had the dream again later, and that this weird part of my mind actually thinks it happened, and I have to remind myself when it pops up that it was all nonsense.
A short story:
So in college, I discovered for the first time that for many of my classes, I didn’t actually have to attend. I simply had to learn the material. This was a revolutionary discovery for me. Especially after my first year of college, which I thought was the most profound waste of my life I had ever experienced (from an educational perspective). To the point that I nearly dropped out.
I went to the only good college in NC that had a film school. And as I had been told by basically everyone since I was in middle school, “college is where you go to learn whatever you want! You get to choose!” This just sounded awesome to me. I could finally just pick what I wanted to learn about rather than being force fed a basket of crap that I generally found to be useless. In hindsight I can easily see that it was even worse than I had suspected. The overwhelming majority of my valuable “education” occurred through Science Olympiad competitions, rather than school itself.
Then I went to college…
My entire first year I got to “choose” which of my **generic required courses** I took and when. Basically like telling someone they are free and can be represented in govt by whoever they want, and then telling them their only choices are Kamala or Trump. Actually it’s worse than that, more like saying you have to choose BOTH Kamala and Trump, you only get to decide which order they will go in.
I was pissed. Like really pissed. The quintessential what-the-fuck-am-I-doing class was “orientation.” Which was the most made-up useless bunch of bullshit I had ever heard in my life. Our highest weighted grade was a JOURNAL that we had to do throughout the entire class. This was one of the classes I had first decided I simply wasn’t going to attend. I didn’t really understand what it meant that “I was paying for my college education,” but I did have enough of an idea that I refused to go to a class that I didn’t think I was getting anything out of. I was not happy.
I basically wrote as much in my “journal” that I had to do for the course. As we were supposed to turn it in for grading at the end of the semester, and I hadn’t done literally any of it, I had set out on the last night to fake a semester’s worth of journal entries… I was about half of ONE page in, when I realized how angry i was that I had to even FAKE care about this class. So I scratched out what I had written and proceeded to dump my frustrations into about a 3 page paper of why my time and money (as well as the professor who probably had something more useful to do) had been completely wasted by this class, how I felt cheated of something that I had actually wanted and forced to lie about a stupid journal, and how I felt deceived about what college even was.
This was the peak of my wondering if it was even worth it if I was just going to receive 4 years of “High School 2.0.”
Funny enough, he gave me full marks. I was never sure if it was because he read it and agreed, or if he thought it was all so pointless that he didn’t even bother turning the page to find out I hadn’t even done the assignment.
This is all a precursor to my mindset that led to the dream.
It wasn’t until my second year that I got my FIRST film class, and I made the decision to stick it out, as I was still somewhat trapped in the view that “if you didn’t go to college you were a failure.” And all I could see was everyone around me thinking I had gone from graduating 4th in my class to college dropout and “oh what happened to him.” So I stayed.
But it became commonplace for me to simply not attend classes I didn’t like: I attended maybe 1/4th of my economics class, and still made an A (even came super easy to me). I skipped almost every bit of my calculus class because I couldn’t understand a word of what my professor said anyway. Literally never had a good calculus teacher and that always annoyed me. I did ok but it was my first experience having to learn something super difficult entirely online in combo with my textbook (textbooks are literally awful teaching tools)… another thing that pissed me off with the vague idea that I was somehow paying a lot of money for this.
Because of this, I had some low, persistent, back-of-mind anxiety that I would literally forget that I was enrolled in a class. It wasn’t a huge fear, but it was something that was just persistent, like a tiny nudge every single day, “don’t forget you are technically taking an economics course and have to check in online to figure out if there are assignments or exams coming up.”
Needless to say, this strategy came with a few panic stricken “read 12 chapters of a textbook and learn an entire class worth of material in the next 48 hours” sprints. It wasn’t exactly the most stable and robust way to get passing grades… but it worked.
There were a few hiccups, but it basically all went good, and I actually loved my later years of film school and I’m happy I did it.
But I hadn’t realized how strong that little, never ending, anxiety weighing on my mind really was until a couple of years later…
Sometime after college I had the dream. It was very similar in thematic tone as the iconic, “I went to class naked” dream. But it was one where I had completely and utterly forgotten an entire class had even existed. I had apparently gone to the very first session, then decided to add it to my, not-attending list. And had never noticed the emails, never realized that I had missed it, had completely forgotten its existence for the entire semester.
Then on the day of the class’s final exam, I was casually strolling around campus certain that I was done with the semester… but SOMETHING was itching at me. One of those “did I leave the oven on” sorts of itching.
I ran into a friend who was chatting with someone about exams and overheard them mention it… it all came flooding back to me!!! I was mortified. I didn’t even know where the class was! So I immediately went on this panic driven fury of office searching, records digging, and email hunting. I found all of these “THIS IS YOUR FINAL NOTICE, IF YOU FAIL TO ATTEND YOU WILL BE KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL” emails that I completely missed. I was stuck in line at the records office, with some attendant moving slower than the court system. I’m desperately just trying to figure out what building and room number the course was even in. Who was my professor? Did I still have time!?
The panic was overwhelming. It was the culmination of all of the night-before-it’s-due papers, the never-studied-for exams, the assignments I had forgotten about and scrambled together. It was like everything about how I had pushed off, procrastinated, and squirmed my way through much of college had just been piling up in this forgotten corner of my mind that I was certain was just making it go away. But like a closet filled to the brim with crap you never dealt with, it was on the edge of bursting open.
Then somehow, years later, maybe I stashed away something random like ignoring my email and that happened to find its way into that same forgotten closet… and it was too much. YEARS of ignored anxiety smashed into me in this one dream.
I remember the building that this fake class was in. I remember what the hallway looked like. (Both were completely non-existent btw, it was actually a weird, mutated love child of one of the film buildings and my old high school) I remember sprinting across campus. I remember going down the wrong hall and having to turn around. I remember the labyrinth in the building as I tried to find the real room. I remember the look on the professor’s face as he saw “that student who ignored all my emails.” I remember begging him not to kick me out of school.
I remember the slow attendant at the records office, the friend I saw in the courtyard and who they were having a conversation with. I remember SO many things about this dream. I even had variations and odd half-continuations of the dream a few other times after the initial one.
Oddly enough, I can remember much of that dream more clearly than I even remember a lot of the ACTUAL courses and buildings i took classes in during college.
I awoke in such a panic that it literally kept creeping back into my mind all day that day. It was like tripping balls and then thinking you are sober, but then for 4 seconds about 2 hours later the walls are melting again. I had to actually keep reminding myself for hours and even days later that it *was not real* and I didn’t have this forgotten course that I had to sort out. “You’re not even in college anymore you idiot.”
To this day that feeling is still easy to bring back, and part of my mind still has this little piece that thinks I completely forgot an entire course and had to sort it out on the day of the exam. I know it’s not true, but it *felt* true. I imagine if I ever get dementia when I’m older I’ll tell my grandkids about it three times every visit like it actually happened and then asking if they’ve seen my grandparents new hardwood floors that I stained for them when I was 10 years old.
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I tell this story for two reasons, and it’s the main reason I still think about this from time to time:
1. The power of the mind is absolutely wild. This “memory” that I have, never actually happened. My feelings of it are totally invented. Yet it still has power like some crazy PTSD.
2. I think of this as the power of hiding/ignoring a small anxiety for a VERY long time. You eventually pay for it. That closet will one day explode open. It wasn’t avoided, only delayed. And this is also part of why telling the truth, even when it’s uncomfortable, is almost always the best course of action. Hiding minor conflicts rather than addressing them often has the exact same outcome at some point.
I guess the lesson here is to deal with your shit, don’t let small things fester, everything you think you “get away with” often still has a cost, and importantly, your feelings don’t equal reality. They may be trying to tell you something, but don’t confuse a strong feeling with the truth.
I’ll be perfectly honest, the most appealing thing about Scientology to me is the vast difference between the nominal and physical age of Tom Cruise…
I mean, if that has anything to do with Scientology, I might just go to one or two meetings just to find out what’s up. nostr:note1d33a4rgrqvl9zgx6tjnpy5ejafga8dkev77uxpf7r5nrre2938ls0re5wa
😂 Oh I’m well aware, lol. This was entirely a joke. The whole Scientology thing is an explicit and well designed scam. One of the powerful techniques has always been to get massive investment before slowly revealing piece by piece the “story” behind it all. By the time they hear the entire thing, they are so emotionally and financially invested that it’s vastly harder to allow themselves to deny it.
It also doesn’t help that it was reported by past friends of Hubbard that he talked with great enthusiasm during his college years about how “religion is the best money making business there is.”
While this is a very fair point, it is also worth noting that this action has explicitly transformed it from one of the most dangerous and violent countries in the world, to one of the safest.
It’s extremely difficult to have a course of action to solve a problem that is so intractable as to have corruption invade every level of the system that is supposed to “adjudicate” the process and have it actually be fair or just. When the system itself is so poisoned that even its design can’t protect it, what do you do?
Again not excusing it, just sharing my thoughts on why “a fair process” doesn’t make a just outcome when it’s completely corrupted from top to bottom.
I’ll point to Jeffrey Epstein as the example for those in the US. How well did it work out to have a system as corrupt as he is, adjudicate and punish his actions? Oh that’s right, they defended him, protected him, funded him, and let him walk around free for decades and then when there was even a hint of the degree of his evil and malice getting out to the public, he was murdered in a cell, behind guards, and under surveillance in a system who’s SOLE purpose was to keep him alive so he could stand trial and we could see some semblance of justice.
So it’s not so black and white as “did they get a fair trial.” Even as someone who holds that as a paramount right of every human. I wish it was, but the world is a messy place. nostr:note1x8z4lwzjknfq7p30p20t3e5yttj0lzjzkywv2hv9388k9cgwma8qn8xq0v
“Just because communism kills doesn't mean a family shouldn't share with itself or its community. Just because killing is wrong doesn't mean you shouldn't defend yourself.”
Thats a great way of putting it.
Agree with a lot of this. The Espstein analogy wasn’t supposed to be about the degree of problem, but about its *kind.* in other words, it was just meant to show that a “fair” system that inevitably requires human subjectivity, that is overrun with corruption, liars, cheating-as-a-rule, and outright malice, does not mean that its design ensures a fair or just outcome.
The point you make about how bad the conditions were in the country help bring that point home. You can’t fix awful values and a society run by fear with a cleverly designed bureaucratic process. Ultimately it is still all executed and enforced by humans.
Again this isn’t a claim of what action should be taken. Only that there are no clear options even though some may seem “sound” in principle, when we forget that the system isn’t mathematical like #Bitcoin, but inescapably human in its operation.
This is the power of saying what you believe even when it’s incredibly unpopular… little by little other people feel empowered to say it too or question sacred cows. Then more and more, the truth gets exposed, the people who have stood by quietly watching evil and corruption start to state it openly, and whistleblowers become commonplace. It takes the enormous risk, and sometimes ultimate price, of the first ones through the wall. But it has the potential to start massive change.
Having said that, I would like to say that there is an enormous amount of evidence that vaccines have detrimental side effects caused by the exact mechanism that makes them work against the disease they target. They cause autoimmune reactions (allergies) to *many* non threatening materials/substances (not just the intended viral agent), as well as chronic disorders, neurological damage from the adjuvants, and other auto immune diseases. Don’t listen to your doctor if they tell you there is no trade off and it’s “perfectly safe.” Such a thing literally does not exist. Ignorance will not protect you or your family. nostr:note1cq30dzhrynvxgfnehgasymfedtwq26tka4g3rpr3wjlah7z2slrse06as9
lol, then it was the second half that you needed to hear.
I’ll give you a challenge actually for fun: find me a long term clinical trial for modern vaccines, tested against *placebo,* that compares the health and presence of illness in the vaccinated vs the unvaccinated. I’d love for someone to find one because I spent weeks trying to deny that the system could be THAT broken to have no such clinical trial ever conducted (or more likely simply never published)
Tell her that she needs to buy it back now and stop being stupid. Otherwise that measly 8% is going to hurt vastly worse when it’s 100%. Cut your losses in fiat NOW while it’s still an option.
I’m sorry for her loss. That shit will never see 20k again, and even if it did, she’d be scared to death and certain it was dead and never coming back.
The ONLY reason she thinks it’s a “buy” at 20k is literally because it’s worth 3 times that right now. She will literally never buy bitcoin at 20k, whether it ever sees that price or not. If she would actually buy it at 20k after half a year of a complete price dump, she’d never have sold it now.
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