For those inclined toward the pastoral theatre of vegetables, the polytarp tunnel is staging quite a performance. The tomatoes, those red aristocrats of the garden, have only just been planted—still sulking in their infancy, weeks away from rewarding us with the swollen jewels of

Cash was once the unchained thing. A note in the hand, a coin in the palm, the blunt certainty that what you held was yours and could extinguish any debt in an instant. With cash you could walk into an office, a shop, a post office, and pay your bills without grovelling to a

If you read Luke’s replies, you can see how the BTC spam war is escalating to the point he blames S Tominaga about it. Rent free.

La naturaleza del poder del cash o dinero en efectivo. Dr. Craig S. Wright agosto 2025 es.ramonquesada.com/espanol-es/la-…

The irony here is almost poetic. You parade Taproot and CoinJoin like they’re some alchemist’s secret, when the foundation of every so-called “privacy trick” you lean on is nothing more than arithmetic with very, very large numbers. That’s all ECDSA is—multiplication over a curve

I don't delve into information because I'm certain of the truth; on the contrary, because I only have a hunch, and much more is needed to be sure of being in possession of the truth, at least on a very specific and very small point. RQ August 28, 2025

Imagine the level of intellectual bankruptcy it takes to sneer at scaling by saying, “That’s not privacy, it’s just numbers,” and then, with the straight face of a court jester who thinks he’s a king, turn around and worship at the altar of “cryptography.” What the hell do you

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"El efectivo está roto. El efectivo está roto porque se lo han robado a quienes lo usan, lo han despojado de su esencia y lo han enjaulado dentro de sistemas de permisos". La naturaleza del poder del cash o dinero en efectivo. Dr. Craig S. Wright bit.ly/4p4ZLDJ

Here’s something new and gloriously ordinary: “The Thousand Little Coins of Ledgerford.” It’s a funny, sharp, long-form tale about a city that worships big gestures—and a woman who vanishes in plain spending with a drizzle of tiny, unremarkable notes. No capes, no secret

When it first came out, I said it wouldn’t work. I said it clearly, loudly, and with reasons laid out for anyone who cared to listen. And for that, I was mocked. The promises of Hedera Hashgraph were dressed in velvet—revolutionary speed, enterprise adoption, governance councils

If your grand stance against scaling to achieve privacy boils down to, “Well, the government can make you register keys,” then congratulations—you’ve already pledged fealty and handed over the crown. If a state can compel key registration, it can compel it for anything:

If #BTC, #Ethereum, and the rest of the carnival truly cared about free markets and user choice, they wouldn’t need their coordinated smear campaigns, their delistings, or their endless propaganda about what’s “evil.” They’d let people decide. A free market means precisely

In 2010, people were already writing random data into the blockchain. ASCII art, snippets of text, little experiments—it’s all there, preserved in stone. And guess what? No one complained. Not a word about “spam,” not a word about “abuse.” The designer of the system didn’t rage

Este video, que me ha enviado un amigo, me ha llegado al alma, aquí en Valencia después de la DANA, salió una frase completamente aplicable a este video: " El pueblo salva al pueblo" instagram.com/reel/DN4ksX7DU…

Sunday Reflection: Privacy, Records, and the Integrity of Exchange In a time when contracts shift with convenience and records are treated like suggestions, privacy is too often mistaken for secrecy. But true privacy does not mean erasing history or hiding from accountability.

Winning is not what the shallow crowd chants about when they huddle around flashing numbers on a screen. It is not the stacking of digits in a bank ledger, nor the parade of possessions bought to impress strangers. To mistake that for victory is to mistake the shadow for the

Demagoguery thrives on the illusion that the will of the many is the highest virtue, that if enough voices scream in unison, principle itself must bend. But the rights of the individual are not subject to the mob. They exist precisely to shield the one against the tide of the

Right now I find myself in the position of Rourke, and at times I feel closer to Dagny. I continue to act, to build, to create, and to give away ideas, value, and entire frameworks of thought. I do it out of the desire to see this survive, to see something worth saving endure in