Edison

Didn’t see anyone answer Bitcoin. We need to up our programming…..I mean…education.

The rush into clawdbot/agentic AI’s feels similar to meme coin hype. Like I want to experiment, but something about the panic to rush into it is giving me pause.

This is the first year in 10 years of sobriety where I did not make a post on centralized social media about it. In some ways that’s trivial, in other ways it’s me breaking free of that world. I downloaded all my photos from Instagram and am soon to delete the account. One by one, inching my way towards Nostr maximalism. Kinda like selling off the last of your shitcoins and committing to something meaningful.

Today marks 10 years of sobriety for me. 10, fucking, years. In one sense it feels remarkable, and in another sense, completely mundane. For 10 consecutive years, each day, I’ve chosen to be more present to my reality. Problems arise, and I choose to face them rather than drink or drug them away. My reality for so long consisted of waking up to a drink. It was a physical necessity in the latter years of drinking. To have escaped that hell is something I’m forever grateful for, and I’m grateful for all the helping hands that pulled me up out of that hole. It’s a day of reflection, and also at the same time, just another day. But another day is quite a gift, innit?