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When I see someone thriving or happy, I piggy back on their joy and ride it like a rodeo cowboy, especially if things aren’t going well for me. My strong recommendation is to give that a try instead of getting triggered and trying to piss all over their parade so they stumble into the darkness right next to you to keep your misery company. Go to where they are instead. Go toward the light. Life is much sweeter that way. ❤️

Heard the sweetest orange pill story recently, all the way from Turkey: Young Turkish guy @npub166l9...u7c3 wakes up one morning around 2021 with a notification on his phone asking for acceptance of WhatsApp’s new terms and conditions, a permission for nosey noses to be able to access all sorts of things on his phone. It’s early in the morning and this pisses him off. He presses ‘decline’ and is promptly locked out of his WhatsApp. This pisses him off even more, but this time into action, and he starts researching alternatives and educating himself instead of just bitching and complaining. This then leads him to into the world of open-sourced alternatives that actually allow for freedom of communication and privacy by default. Soon, he is on Fediverse and that’s where he stumbles onto Nostr. He innocently gets on #Nostr just to try out some protocols. I’m sure you can guess the rest if you’re a Nostriching bitcoiner, but I’ll continue. :-D At this point he knew a bit about cryptos. Yes, cryptos the things you buy and sell to make money. The number go up thingos. Cryptos like bitcoin. (Keep reading dear maxis, there’s something here for you.) Looking around Nostr as a newbie, he sees all these lunatics raving and celebrating the price plummet of bitcoin. This is a bit non-sensical to him—why would anyone be happy if the price of a crypto falls? Ideally you buy for less, sell for more, then celebrate... They cray-cray? He asks the shiny happy orange people, “Why are you guys celebrating? What do you know that I don’t?” And so it begins—the orange pill delivered bit by bit: The Bitcoin Standard, The Sovereign Individual, “don’t trust, verify,” “bitcoin, not crypto.” His life changes from that point on, very suitably and symbolically, in lightning speed. It’s been a bit over two years. He’s now interning at #Blink , has been helping organize bitcoin conferences and will be making his debut as a speaker in a #bitcoin conference later this year. This kid is only 24 years old! This gives me goosebumps as well as so much hope! The new orange dawn is here, illuminating the new generation. It will be a beautiful new era! Taylan kardeş—you are an absolute star! Thank for sharing your story with me. I’m sure it’ll make everybody smile. Yolun açık olsun! 🙏

The Bitcoin Farmers Market was a bit quiet yesterday BUT to me it was the BEST one EVER for two little reasons. Oh, to melt and, oh, so divinely! The purrs, the cuddles, the soft meows, the silky paws—there’s nothing like that feline high! ♡ They are up for adoption guys—two girls and two boys. Lemme know if anyone wants one or two or four and I will connect you with Charity, the chica who is kindly fostering them. #Meowstr #GN #Nostr

This is a song that I keep going back to, like good girls that keep going back to bad-boy on / off boyfriends in their twenties. From my morning boing-boing session (on the rebounder hehe). #GM #Nostr

One of my morning rebound songs for you before heading to the Bitcoin Farmers Market--one of my fave things to do in El Salvador! ♡ #GM #Nostr

Taken just a few minutes ago in my zen den. There might have been dramatics the firat time this happened but over time, it's turned into me informing hubby we have another hairy legged intruder, him coming to look at it, saying, "Hey little guy!" to spidey, then saying "He found his way in, he'll find his way out," to me. Then we all carry on with our lives. G' night from El Salvador. 😄🌴

Pitter patter of the rainy season in El Salvador = the perfect lullaby. G' night nostr! ⭐️🌴

Yesterday: Woke up as usual and made my way to the kitchen to get some coffee going in our Italian espresso maker as sexy hubby slept on, long blond hair wild on the pillow and closed eyes making him look less like a warrior Viking and more of an angel. After our daily coffee date and our usual dream analysis session, I headed to my herb garden and picked some fresh mint, stevia, dill and parsley as it was GIRL DATE day (YAY) with my chica CK @All in Bitcoin with CK and those would be my “flowers” for her. An hour later we’re in our usual spot. CK looks like the product of a love child between Julia Roberts and Penelope Cruz. Her inside is as beautiful as her outside and I don’t know if time stands still or speeds up when we’re together but it certainly doesn’t feel like the usual tick-tocking it does any other time. Suddenly, it was not morning but late in the afternoon and time to head home before the notorious rush hour traffic of San Salvador swallowed me in an, ‘Oh, look—Turkish kabab flavored car, yum!” kind of way. To the delight of my circadian rhythm, I managed to bake the chicken marinating in the fridge before the sun went down (was delicious) and lay in hubby’s arms as we watched a Dr. Zack Bush interview, me wondering if it is morally wrong to have a bit of a brain-crush on said doctor. So, if you were to ask me, “Binky, did some stranger in another country then come and smash your head with a baseball bat, sending splattery bits of organic matter flying everywhere?” I’d say, “Well, no. I was just going about my day, minding my own business.” Just like Iran.

@jack mallers speech at The Bitcoin Conference. What I heard: “Yah bitcoin but... marriage... buy house... have babies… my girlfriend (giggle)... family… children… want...” PROPOSE already Jack! The world needs cute little Mallersy babies spreading Mallersy ideas and doing Mallersy freedomy things! DO IT! 🏆 He might have said other stuff too. Dunno… check here:

It’s been a heavy month for us in El Salvador. Our little bitcoin community has lost not one but two beloved members. We were in Good Beans cafe recently restocking our coffee supply and also refueling our souls by catching up with Gabe, the proprietor. The conversation turned to the recent losses of Fiona, a yoga teacher with wonderfully grounding energy, who left this realm in a bus accident in Guatemala, and Tim, a very chilled out soul whose mere presence would make you take a nice deep breath and relax, owner of The Standard restaurant and Airbnb in Berlin (the one here), who also crossed over two weeks after her via a heart-attack. I was telling him my thoughts of how tragic it is to lose people for the ones left behind but that perhaps the universe is being kind to the ones that are taken to the other side suddenly, without illness, without suffering… And just at that precise *second* husband pointed out the lyrics of the song that was playing: “Only the good die young,” it sang. Gabe and David (who also works at Good Beans) also said that song hardly ever comes on although they always have the same playlists on repeat. A sweet message and confirmation perhaps that what we deem so tragic for us here is perhaps not the case for them there? Who knows… A few months ago we had bumped into a lovely young girl with a sizable bump in her tummy and had gotten into a convo with her and her hubby. They were in their twenties and were excitedly expecting their first baby. We were delighted as they wanted to have a natural home-birth with a doula and midwife right here in El Salvador. I had wondered how they had gotten on but hadn’t seen them again until recently. There they were with their little baby, her puffy pink cheeks as chubby as marshmallows, draped over her papa’s arm, in the sweetest, most blissful sleep. “All went wonderfully!” they said! After about a day of labor, mama had given birth to their little angel just as nature intended, in their very own living room no less, with their midwife and doula assisting, just as planned! Circles, cycles. Goodbyes but also hellos... Sweet flights dear Tim & Fiona. So happy you made your lives and dreams look exactly the same! So glad that we crossed paths. May karma’s blessings continue to light your way up there.