What happened to all the females in crypto, why are they often chased away, why don’t we have more nodes and governance with well formed arguments from females, why don’t blockchains support women more to be in those positions. All this and more this morning while I think about cooking some eggs and contemplate blockchain and video.
a weak or servile man (often used as a contemptuous term for a man with moderate or progressive political views).
So, obviously, the only reason I started this post was I though my title was whitty and clever, nothing more I thought at first, maybe I was just trying to be a smart ass, flipping words around and trying to feel smug at my wordplay. I mean, it literally just popped in there.
I think what I’m really talking about those is the gradual demise of real communities out there, I mean, where did all the humans go, it’s a complete and utter bot fest out here, electronically activated and tagged drones sucking on the digital tit of crypto milk from all orifices. It’s kinda horrific, it’s like draining the pool to put more lava in there.
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It’s kinda ironic that maths would not only enable us but destroy us in this manner, after all, consider all those countries that felt they were economically behind that now have kids using the electricity from the street lights at airports using our old think pads we sent over there now running crypto gangs and flexing those maths skills they truly invested in. You can’t not respect the hustle — it’s a choose your criminals out here in these digital lay-bys.
I’m not a cliche follower, or at least, I try not to be, I try and keep my head down and do my thing, I don’t wanna be in your group, your posse, or inner circle, in fact, I do my best ultimately to avoid them. I don’t want to sit around a table talking tech and gear instead of formulating and communicating stories that cut through the price tags and techno babble.
The story goes that too many cooks spoils the food, when you’ve got everyone trying to be a chef then ultimately you gonna get some friction in the human emotion layer and the physical food output layer, let’s call them cakeslice1 and cuck2 for now. Too many cuck2 emotional moments and your gonna end up with too much frosting jizz on ya cakeslice1.
ZZZzzzz, erm, wait where I was i.
Ah, yes, cucks, in kitchens, everyone wants to impressed by your ability to freeze out the people you don’t fit the grade, got it, the height of cancel culture, cancelled, no season two, no money, no rum. Bad times, it was interesting but ultimately you had to sell the roller skates that got you through life to buy bread. Sucks.
I think it’s interesting what fuels us as humans, where we source our food, how it’s made, how much involvement we have with the process, the end to end of the food cycle, from ground to anus to ground again, what happens in the middleware is just as important as the synapses firing when the beef touches the lips. Oooh baby.
It’s only when you pull back and reveal that beef curtain on life do you start to see who’s working the magic on the curtain, they got a nice seat, mini fridge and a plethoras of fine candy to fuel a good typing session at the keyboard. Someone somewhere as the perfect middleware taking their cut, creaming their load of the top (or onto it, onlyfans styli)
Nah, sometimes it’s about the passion of being around the source of a product, being familiar with the infrastructure and soil mass, being aware of the changing, adapting to the climate around the production, when the quality dips you know to make changes, you don’t always have to be the change, but you should always be aware of how to contribute.
Just lately, I’ve felt very very invested and helpful in that production cycle, to see the analog end to end, from farm to table, to smile to a sense of fullness. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to understand what it takes to be part of a machine, to be a TX record in an ocean of floating plastic, you can still collect the plastic, recycle it, write about it, for every injustice we create in the world is a moment for justice to return to the awake.
Still smiling about that title, have a fucking great tuesday.
I’m off to get some eggs.
Cuck Cuck a Doo.
Cheers for Reading,
Humble x
