bream on Nostr: While listening to jack and Snowden talk about #Nostr at #Nostrasia, I love that they ...
While listening to jack (npub1sg6…f63m) and Snowden (npub1sn0…jdv9) talk about #Nostr at #Nostrasia, I love that they riffed on the “feeling” of the internet.
As a kid in the 90s, I grew up in a secluded mountain town of about 3,000 people that seemed forgotten in time.
I was also very heavily into #Wu-tang, but I had next to no one to talk with who felt the same way I did about GZA’s Liquid Swords.
The first time I logged on to the internet through GNN, I created a Wu-tang-inspired user name, and I immediately searched for a Wu-tang chat room…and found one.
There I was, within a few minutes, pecking away at a keyboard to discuss and learn more about the Wu-tang Clan than I ever had before.
A new-to-me, undiscovered digital world was literally at my fingertips—the feeling was and remains indescribable.
With time, that feeling eventually faded, but now I’m beginning to believe that it was stolen from me through algorithmic filtering and surveillance capitalism through filter bubbles.
Unbeknownst to me, the embers of those feelings lay smoldering, quietly awaiting the breath of oxygen to reignite them.
Nostr is that oxygen 🔥
How fitting is it that I chose another Wu-inspired user name here even before I realized it?
As a kid in the 90s, I grew up in a secluded mountain town of about 3,000 people that seemed forgotten in time.
I was also very heavily into #Wu-tang, but I had next to no one to talk with who felt the same way I did about GZA’s Liquid Swords.
The first time I logged on to the internet through GNN, I created a Wu-tang-inspired user name, and I immediately searched for a Wu-tang chat room…and found one.
There I was, within a few minutes, pecking away at a keyboard to discuss and learn more about the Wu-tang Clan than I ever had before.
A new-to-me, undiscovered digital world was literally at my fingertips—the feeling was and remains indescribable.
With time, that feeling eventually faded, but now I’m beginning to believe that it was stolen from me through algorithmic filtering and surveillance capitalism through filter bubbles.
Unbeknownst to me, the embers of those feelings lay smoldering, quietly awaiting the breath of oxygen to reignite them.
Nostr is that oxygen 🔥
How fitting is it that I chose another Wu-inspired user name here even before I realized it?