“The most amazing thing about bitcoin, apart from the founding story, is anyone who works on it, or gets paid in it, or buys it for themselves—everyone who puts any effort in to make it better—is making the entire ecosystem better, which makes the price go up." -- Jack Dorsey Making the Bitcoin ecosystem better is one thing that has attracted me to it. Quite the opposite in our Federal Reserve Banking system. It feels like I am getting screwed. https://www.coindesk.com/markets/2024/05/10/former-twitter-ceo-jack-dorsey-says-bitcoin-will-go-beyond-1-million-in-2030

Just after 9. Chickens feed in the front yard. A few weeks ago they wouldn't come out of the coop it was so cold. Now the ones that still lay eggs are laying them. Sophia excitedly reported we had 4 last night. Yesterday Spring officially sprung. The other evening It was a sad report. We lost one. They said it was sitting on the floor stiff like it was sleeping. Hayden and I walked it down the woods trail a ways, faced it west, and said good bye under the night sky. A few weeks earlier we did the same with another one. There was no sign of it anywhere. Nature has a way of cleaning up after itself. I have been noticing hawks flying over fields gone wild on the mail route the past couple of weeks. There's a bunch of pussy willows in a swamp I've been watching that are getting ready to burst when it warms again. We returned from Rice Lake at dusk last night to see robins running around on the ground. A first for this year here. That's it for now. We're all sick yet. Gonna get outside anyway, move around, and make some things happen. There's yardwork to do. The day always ends better after that. I hope you have a great day! Fire 169 3.21.25

I have noticed that I can become consumed by Bitcoin. There's something about it though. I go back to what Michael Saylor has said. To paraphrase, people come to Bitcoin because they're curious or desperate. I was both when it found me in July of '22. #Bitcoin

Good morning from the front of fire 168. It's just after 8. Been up for close to an hour. The third day of my 6 day vacation, or as my Supervisor called it: staycation. We're all sick with head and chest colds. Haven't done much. The usual keep the animals watered, split firewood over at my mom's with Hayden, keep the fire going here, and the occasional get sucked into this or that outrage on social media. That's the worst. I feel like a sucker most of the time. Like Jack Dorsey (founder of Twitter) said in a talk I listened to recently. To paraphrase, the social media platforms are programming us. We think about and focus on what they want us to focus on. It creates division outside and inside ourselves. There I go generalizing.. It creates division outside and inside myself. How do I know what it's doing to others. It sure looks that way though. So I turn to tending plants and the land. The third option. The option that calms the inner and outer division. The option that helps me remember that death is life, and life is death. 3.20.25

Your depression is connected to your insolence And your refusal to praise. If a man or woman is On the path, and refuses to praise — that man or woman Steals from others every day — in fact is a shoplifter! ~ Rumi Sometimes she comes into work and her head of white hair is matted in back partly combed. Maybe she just got out of bed. I doubt it though. She raises sheep, cows, has lots of cats, takes care of her mother-n-,law in the house next door. One time she told me when she fires up her leaf blower to blow the cobwebs away in her basement the cats will disappear for a day. Another time she told me she tried to tell her husband their financial situation would be ok, that was before she found him behind the pole barn dead with a self inflicted bullet wound to the head. Sometimes we get to talking about her family's history when we should be working. Her grandparents were harassed by the Gestapo back in their homeland. She says the job reminds her of the stories they told. Management oversight and the tracking scanners we carry. Everybody's got their job to do Sometimes she'll say what they say about safety is all lies. We're just busy bodies. Then we'll laugh together about our lack of freedom. We work at the same pace her and I. We leave about the same time and are usually the last ones back. Nobody wants to be the last to leave and return in the office, but we're usually the ones that do. We're a service, not an assembly line putting out products. We're both approaching 20 years with the Post Office. Where did the time go?! Hope you enjoyed this piece of praise for my fellow postal worker. The world of work is wonderius at times. Fire 167. 3.19.25

We should ask God To help us toward manners. Inner gifts Do not find their way To creatures without just respect. If a man or woman flails about, he not only Smashes his house, He burns the whole world down. Your depression is connected to your insolence And your refusal to praise. If a man or woman is On the path, and refuses to praise — that man or woman Steals from others every day — in fact is a shoplifter! The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself. Angels began shining when they achieved discipline. The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes near. The moment that foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close. ~ Rumi