To the Young Bitcoin Investor

A LOT has happened in the past 3.5 months that I’ve been in this community, from the hard forks to the corporate takeovers to the ulterior motives. Spend an hour learning the history, state, and possible future progression trees of Bitcoin for every $1k you invest, assuming you’re a middle class American.

The overwhelming majority of us are kind-hearted, thoughtful, helpful people…until you try to centralize us…then we become more ravenous than a pack of Rick and Morty fans sans the sauce.

anyways,

Bitcoin is now nearly 7x what it was valued at the start of the year, but don’t expect a 10x ROI. Invest in what Bitcoin represents, not a payout. At least, not in the beginning. But also, do. Long term gains are a staple of Bitcoin.

There is a lot. It’s a steep learning curve. But try to understand the software as best you can. And I encourage every able body to become a full node and support decentralization.

A FORK IS NOT FREE MONEY.

There’s always a cost, whether it’s the potential loss of tokens due to replay attack or a token losing value because it doesn’t represent what the people want. Understand that cost before jumping in front of a fork.

BE WARY OF ICOs.

Regulators have been cracking down on them these last few months, but still. I’m STILL waiting on my Cobinhood tokens. I’ve already zero’d the balance on my blockfolio app.

Download the blockfolio app only if you want the first month of your life in crypto to be lost constantly refreshing, watching your investment go up a dollar or two and squeal in excitement, and reading literally every article that appears. I used to read all the reddit posts, but as the community grew, and as I resumed my upper level physics classes, it became impossible. It gets easier to look away when you go through your first correction.

*Disclaimer* The Blockfolio devs did not pay me.

Something I’ve learned through watching a wide range of cryptos, not just the top 50:

Bitcoin is different from the rest.

“Jump, that goes without saying”.

Shhhhh. shut up. It controls the market. If it plummets, it can bring the whole thing down. If it’s mooning, it can bring the whole thing down. If it’s Flippening into Bitcoin Cash, it can bring the whole thing down. This has made me very wary of all alts. I try to avoid anything with dark rumors or anything outside of the top 10 by market cap. If you see something that has a good, trustworthy dev team with a proven record, is principled, and it has a purpose that is sorely needed, then act with your best judgement. Otherwise play it safe. And, hey. Who doesn’t like a $200 gamble every now and then?

 

There are Three types of investors:

The long term investor who is confident the value will always rise, similarly to gold.

The short term day trader who is looking for the quick flips.

The somewhere in the middle guy, which is where I and most of your contemporaries will fall under. We watch the market for indications of an impending bull or bear run and move with it.

There are benefits and drawbacks to to every philosophy.

Soon, there will air an episode of “The Big Bang Theory” about Bitcoin. Depending on how our beloved token is perceived, it will cause a noticeable up- or down-tick in the valuation. The entire world plays a part in Bitcoin, and anyone with a platform can change its direction.

 

Now for a bit of controversy. This is opinion;

Bitcoin Legacy, as I’ll refer to the BTC ticker, is dying. Idk why now, but the community has realized that the larger blocksize, faster speeds, and greater affordability of Bitcoin Cash has induced the early stages of ‘The Flippening’, where Bitcoin and an altcoin essentially switch values and that alt becomes the dominant crypto. Except that Bitcoin Cash was never really an alt. It has all these features to withstand the test of time, and a team with the foresight to know what Bitcoin needs and what we, the people, want. It was what Satoshi Nakamoto envisioned for the future of Bitcoin. Bitcoin Cash IS Bitcoin.

So I say this, to the young investor especially:

Err on the side of caution when “buying the dip”. That dip might actually be a free fall swan dive 7800 stories into concrete.

It’s a little ambiguous now, which bitcoin is the real Bitcoin, but if you put your money in Bitcoin and leave it there for a few years, you’ll be fine, barring some unforeseen cataclysmic event like super-crackers overtaking the network or something. skynet. idk.

And when I say young, I mean inexperienced. A whole lot of us just showed up this year, so that includes most of us.

It tests your will. It defies all conventional “expert” wisdom. Trying to understand the politics behind something so simple, so elegant will drive you mad. Or rich. Battles, nay, wars are fought over the crypto-space every day, B. But Hodl on and we just might make it out of here, all of us with small fortunes.

 

Enter the Bitcoin.

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A Brief Psychological Analysis of the Flippening

Large sites are already subtly attacking BCH saying these are mere corrections. Their only defense of BTC is that it is still a store of value. Not if its losing value. I think I finally understand why. Some of these attackers have hundreds of thousands and even millions invested in BTC. It’s not a game to them like it is to us with only a few thousand in the game; it’s their life. If they move 10 million into BCH and it drops a mere and totally realistic 10%, they just lost add million dollars. If it falls 50%, they’re on suicide watch. So it totally makes sense why they would attack The Flippening and condemn it. They have something to lose, just as the proponents of an unnecessary split (B2X, BTG) will immediately dump the 100,000 newly forked tokens, stripping BTC of its value for a quick gain.
YEAH I SAID IT.

#TheFlippening

My First Encounter with a Modern White Supremacist

This one is going to be black. Black, like that coffee that can kill you but is still somehow legal, black.

I Just Don't Get It.

Ok.

It is important to preface this post with the notion that I did not attain conclusive evidence that this man was an Aryan advocate.

We did not speak to each other once, save a grunt to for me to get off the seatbelt. I didn’t immediately recognize his affiliation either. The hints were subtle. Avoiding my gaze, uncomfortable shifting every time I moved an inch, and that fake smile wypipo give me when they don’t like my melanin content. A peculiar oddity was how he grabbed a pen shortly after taking his seat. He refused to let go of it until near the end of the flight when, I guess, he deemed I was no longer a threat to his existence, as if a pen would be enough to stave off the savage he may have believed me to be lol. He kept a journal awkwardly in his left hand as an excuse to hold the pen, but he never wrote more than a few words in it the entire flight.

I realized early on that I was incredibly uncomfortable just being next to him, thus my constant fidgeting. Kinda funny that we both intimidated each other merely by being seated next to each other. As if we were at war. I had the thought, too late, to ask someone of colorless descent to switch seats with me because I genuinely feared for my safety. I couldn’t get a good pic, but he had the neo Nazi cut.

And before some suckas say don’t judge by appearance, I’ma need y’all to start hiring Tyrone and Janqueisha, then I’ma need y’all to quit banning us from stores for sagging, then I’ma need y’all to stop wearing confederate flags, then I’ma need you, who specifically still somehow finds a strawman argument, to stfu.

Anyway,

The pen was interesting to me. It was the best defense in lack of firearms. It makes me question how it got to this point. The idea that I would decide to attack someone, purely on their skin color ON AN AIRPLANE. Like ol’ dude the air marshall ain’t waiting for crap to pop off. And that he felt, even though he had 60 lbs over me, that he needed a weapon to subdue me. Like what stories have you heard?

It made me think of a quote from a close friend about a week ago that I’m still unpacking;

All white people are racist.

That notion created a curiosity that I followed to this conclusion:

All white people are white supremacists.

Put the Twitter finger pitchforks down and let me explain.

I fly frequently, about once a month. I sit next to people from all over the world, but mostly white people. Two years ago they were the most friendly people I could meet. So happy, so peacefully unchallenged in their dogmatic superiority. Lately, however, they’ve been less confident that it will last forever, what with the news that there are now more colored babies in America than white babies and that their beloved hate group *cough* heritage is under attack. That or just generally more emboldened by Trump’s antics. I’m sitting next to someone on my flight back to school and he couldn’t even look me in my eye. Guilt? Pride? Hatred? Who knows/cares. I’m all for preserving history, especially the history that was literally burned to the ground for empowering people of color (Black Wall Street).
But you can put that racist sh** in a museum, ban it from making public appearances, scorn it, hate it, destroy it’s image, and be done with it. Until that happens, you, as the people clearly in power, condone it, use it to boost your own ego, and power your self-induced moral superiority over your fellow white countrymen who worship racist symbols of the past proudly. Its not helping anyone, you jerk. Y’all can shut down anything you want. Shut this sh** down.

Not all of you want to bash my skull in, but all of you benefit from the system that allows it to happen. And I get plenty of loathing looks from white strangers, plenty of white people who change seats or hold their things close when I sit near them. (This is crap literally happening as I type this while waiting in the airport. And it’s not a one off thing. I can’t make this crap up lol)

Look how long it’s taken for you to finally believe we’re in pain. It regularly takes 3+ different camera angles and plenty of times y’all still don’t care. Those are regular white people.

Let me stop rambling on these truths, y’all get the point.

That’s not how you end racism.
But its a start.

Of Gods and Men

What is a god? (see paragraph 5)

I love Rick and Morty. It’s easily my favorite show right now, and likely in my top 5 of all time. I love the discussion, nay, whole doctoral theses that can be had from a single episode delving into fate, morality, truth, reality, the existence of gods, of which, Rick is one. More on that in a bit. Even gets into free will, which is what I’ll be focusing on here. I just watched Season 2, Episode 3: Auto Erotic Assimilation (for the 4th time lol) and I see something new every time.

When Rick first met our young hivemind, it had the numbers of a small town. They dated for a while, but it appears Rick was bad for Unity’s growth as a hivemind. Bad in a coked up on fairy dust sort of way. It broke away from Rick and was able to focus and develop.

The main premise of this episode is that Rick runs into an old fling, Unity. It is a being that can assimilate living beings into itself, further growing its capabilities. When at Its potential, It can run a whole planet at peak efficiency, and as we learn in the episode, Its’ achieved world peace in a world riddled with race wars. We learn of big plans in Unity’s future. Upon becoming a Type One Civilization, Unity will be invited into the Galactic Federation, but ultimately plans on assimilating the entire universe. Big Plans for a young god.

What is a god? If you’re of a monotheistic religion, God is of some combination of omniscient, omnibenevolent, and/or omnipotent. If you’re of a polytheistic faith, the gods all have unique character traits and powers. I guess whatever brand of agnosticism I currently follow (because Rick only knows) lends itself to polytheism if they exist.

What separates men and gods? Is it immortality? Rick has the plot armor of a young anime protagonist. Is it unheard of power? Or the lack of empathy necessary to dominate a civilization without losing one’s mind?

My real question is ‘Why can’t men be gods?’

We can already read the thoughts of, clone, and grow living organisms. We can change the evolutionary paths of animals and wipe an entire species out because it got in our way. We can change the atmosphere of the Earth and can devoid an entire continent of life with the click of a shiny red button. We have a sort of limited power of life and death over the Earth. And we’re not even Type One yet. At this point in human history, maybe as an entire species we are the gods of this planet. Perhaps Godhood is on a spectrum.

Rick is a god. To be precise, The One True Rick of C137 is a god. He can travel through space and time with ease, he can alter reality, he can literally leave his own reality and take over another, he can create a universe and be so vain as to use the energy from it to power his car, and see that that universe creates a smaller one to power their civilization, and so on with the dark, twisted fractal of energy spawning the knowledge that if a civilization is no longer of use to their god one level up, they become trash. And cease to exist. Can we forget the meme’d to death ‘Pickle Rick’?

I repeat: Rick is a god. Maybe even the almighty. hm… I’ll use Almighty to refer to the current top god for the rest of this piece.

So naturally, he’s either thrilled or angry when he runs into another god. (Usually angry) Such gods include the scientists in the universe he’s created, the floating heads in the sky, the cumulative ability of the council of Ricks, and of course, Unity. It seems Unity was a low level god, one that was easily manipulated. Rick saw pleasure in this and abused that trait. He’s even suggested that taking over the Universe was too ambitious, and that Unity should slow down. Perhaps he never really like Unity, just the abilities that It had and his ability to manipulate It. Perhaps that’s what an Almighty god is. Manipulating its universe to its own ends. If it destroys an entire timeline, whoops, oh well. There are infinitely more. This one won’t be missed. Perhaps an Almighty is just stumbling around for a billion years until it gets bored and ends itself, only for another god to take its place.

Perhaps that is why gods like Unity arise. They see this bumbling fool with literally infinite power (I don’t know if I can believe infinity exists in nature, but that’s a topic for another day lol) A hivemind god like Unity sees a struggling species (or a thriving one or whatever lol it depends on the ethical makeup of the hivemind) and decides it can make that world a better place. Remember the race wars? There was also poverty and crippling debt. Now the former homeless are neurosurgeons and the skinheads are…not. There is no need for police, global travel, military, civil servants, or even government, because everyone is assimilated into the collective. Life is perfect. The cost?

Free Will.

2017 Solar Eclipse Summary – Orangeburg, SC

This is more of a journal entry than a blog post.

Enjoy! ^.^

The solar eclipse was days away, drawing nearer and more intimidating. The Physics department was on edge since I’d arrived at the school, with a new issue seemingly arising every day. The morning after my bus into Orangeburg arrived, Wednesday morning, I was briefed on the state of the campus. It was August 16, 2017. I was tasked with developing a healthy store of information on the sun, sunspots, and eclipses in general by the 21st. I was going to be an Eclipse Ambassador for the event we’d be having in the stadium. I spent the next few days pining over resources on the internet, mixed into my study time for other classes. I refreshed my memory on the differences between a lunar and solar eclipse, improved my understanding of what sunspots are and how they fluctuate, I learned what the material our protective glasses were made out of, among other things.

Two days before the event, my advisor, Dr. Cash, met with myself and the students that would be helping host the event. They’d be spread out throughout the crowd, helping with glasses, safety, and general eclipse information. She went over the things we’d need to know to better serve our guests.

On the eve of the event, I was asked to assist with moving some equipment to the stadium early in the morning. University of Alabama was launching a weather balloon with our aide from on top of the stadium to monitor weather effects during a total solar eclipse. South Carolina State University would also be spearheading in South Carolina and recording the eclipse for the Continental-America Telescopic Eclipse (CATE) project. On my way to the cafeteria for breakfast, I had gotten word that my advisor’s, whom at this point in my matriculation I see as a second mother, progress through her list of tasks had been impeded. None of the students that had promised to help her had shown up. I took a detour to her office; breakfast could wait. The workload ended up being much less stressful when there was more than one person working on it. We gathered some things for the event onto a cart to be taken down to the first floor and she drove them to the stadium where there were people waiting to help unload. I went up to get the final load. Everything was completed in time.

A few hours later, I arrived to help host the eclipse viewing at the stadium. There were booths set up all underneath the stands to avoid the sweltering heat. Mine would be two tables that each had two of the same type solar scopes on them. Solar scopes are devices that take in sunlight, focus it with lenses, then reflect it onto a white surface so we can safely view the sun and even see sunspots and clouds passing in front of it. One type was wooden and a dozen or so people could view the sun from the sides. The other was cardboard, and only a couple people could look into them at a time.  Due to the nature of the booth I would be overseeing, it was in direct sunlight. We were expecting four more students to show up to help me run the station. Four students that never came. A friend of mine, Robert Blue, had been watching me explain how the solar scopes worked and began helping me out. He made signs instructing people on how to use them, since telling them not to touch the interesting instruments was futile. He also helped explain what they did to the curious and steadily growing crowds around the station. There were a few times when there were over 30 people in our vicinity, so his help was much appreciated. I had even gotten approached by what I believe were flat-earthers or climate change deniers. It was pretty interesting since it was the first time I’ve ever been challenged by their type outside of the internet. I gave them all the information a physicist could give, cautioning them of my ignorance when they strayed too far into climate science. We eventually got help with the crowds from two other students, though I’m not quite sure where they came from. I was just happy to have the help.

A few of our friends had come over to join us as the eclipse was beginning. The crowds were waning, as most people had seen the solar scopes by now. It was a good time. I’ll never forget how the sun looked as a piece of it went missing. Of course I knew where it was and what was going on, but the idea that this monolith that was worshipped as a god by ancient peoples could just so simply be eaten away put a perplexing sense of fear inside of me for what might have happened in the past. I’ll also never forget how the sky had darkened as the first moment of totality drew within minutes, how the sun had totally disappeared, and the cheers erupting from the stadium. It was a treat I’ll never forget and that I’m fortunate to have been a part of.

An Abridged Appeal to Power

Black women are the engines of our movement. Each and every one of you 🖤

Black. Lives. Matter.

Why can’t y’all just admit that we matter? With no ifs, ands, or buts?

WE KNOW YOU MATTER.

WE KNOW YOU MATTER.

WE KNOW YOU MATTER.

You’ve got Jesus, western history, banks, all of sports, and power. Even if you don’t see it, we do. You love the police. So much so that they have a hashtag to fight our movement for equitability.

Not equality.

With the powers that currently be, equality is currently impossible. But at the very least, give us a chance. Is your superiority complex so easily challenged? Your reign so easily disrupted and ended? Your ideals so fragile that the idea of equality, however improbable it may be, is simply unacceptable? So I appeal to the most rational, logical thinkers of you; Why are our pleas for equitability met with white supremacy, hatred, and disgust?

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/wife-of-first-white-nfler-to-kneel-during-anthem-dont-make-him-a-white-savior_us_599f3246e4b05710aa5aef79?ncid=engmodushpmg00000003

Character Select

A friend posted about fighting games, Smash 4 in particular;
“I will never understand how people can use bad characters and expect to win anything. Your only holding your potential back by using shitty characters instead of using a top tier tbh”
My response;
I like the toolkit analogy. The better the character, the more tools that are available. The better the player, the more uses one can get out of a single tool, thus needing less of a toolkit.

If you’re a bad player, it matters not how good a character you play. If you’re a good player, you can take any character and make them appear great. 

Hbox jigglypuff

Nairo Bowser

Ally Mario

Tsu Lucario

Hikaru Dk
Telling someone to give up simply because it hasn’t been done is, in essence, mob mentality. Perhaps a fear of their own inadequacy. Regardless, keeping another down makes no man greater.

Climbing

I’ve been rock climbing (in a gym) since I’ve been here, in Charlottesville, VA for a National Radio Astronomy Observatory internship. The levels range from 0 to 10. When I first started, I could do most of the level 0s, but none of the level 1s. I have a more fit body type, so there were others who could barely do any climbs in there on day one. We go every 3 or 4 days, and at the end of each day, I set a new goal for next time. Something I know that if my hands weren’t sore and raw from the day’s climbs, I could accomplish. Always of the level that I worked on that day, never higher. All the climbs are available to us at day 1. You can try a level 7 climb if you want to, but you’re a fool if you’re struggling with level 3 and 4 (like me). They usually have a minimum skill level barrier to entry, so you can’t even start the climb if you’re not strong enough to lift your body weight, balance properly, or understand the physics of climbing. You’re only burning out your hands. There is more experience in watching someone more experienced do the climb, then maybe coming at it with fresh hands the next day. I’ve attempted level 4s, 5s, and 6s, but I usually just end up failing.

Maybe more importantly, if you get frustrated at a climb that you keep failing, but know you can complete and try to rush through it, you only fall harder because your focus isn’t on the fundamentals you learned to get you to a level 4 climb. lol I’m using my experiences as a metaphor for small businesses, or even life in general. There’s no need to rush. Take what you can from each experience and let your business grow naturally. You have to constantly push yourself, obviously, but know your limits. Everything has a breaking point.

It’s important to note that life does not cap at level 10. You’re no longer growing if you believe you have reached perfection. If you are not growing, then you are decaying.

Conversely, everything has a breaking point, but being afraid of falling is worse than never

Jumping.

This is what it means to be Jump.

The Dark Knight

After watching The Dark Knight so many times, I’ve come to understand a few things:

1. They depict human psychology and mob morality incredibly well. People need a reason. Whether to blame our problems or to motivate us to action. 
2. People are inherently selfish. Even Batman initially wanted to save Rachel, knowing that they could never be together if Dent died. He had to overcome the urge so he could make the decision that he knew was right from the beginning. 

If Dent had died, he would have died the hero, and never lived to become the villain. It’s significant because it was his quote. 
3. Evil will always exist. There is no yin without a at least a little yang, and vice versa. When you try to extinguish evil, like trying to do anything positive in life, there will be resistance. In Bats’s case, he created The Joker. 
It took me till today to realize Alfred never let Bruce read Rachel’s letter saying she knew they could never be. She saw he would always need Batman. Sometimes we have goals or passions in life that take us down rabbit holes and make us forget why we started chasing them at all. 

Evil will always exist. 

That one cut me deep upon realization. Alfred’s story about the bandit and the story’s resolution made it obvious to me. 
A refresher on the story;
A long time ago, 

Alfred was working in Burma for the local government trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones. But their caravans kept getting robbed by a bandit. Alfred’s team went looking for the stones but never met anyone who traded with the bandit. One day, he saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away. He stole them for fun. Some men aren’t looking for anything logical like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. 

Some men just want to watch the world burn. 
 They eventually caught up to him. 

The only way the could catch the bandit was to burn the entire forest down. 
From this, I take that in any civilization (the forest) there will always exist an inextinguishable evil (the bandit), the flame that keeps the people’s sense of justice alive. In order to put out that flame, you need to exhaust its fuel supply, the entire forest. The entire civilization must be destroyed. If you’re not careful with that flame, it could grow into the corruption that had become Gotham city and destroy itself from within. 

You must guard that flame, treasure it, because it is the most precious part of civilization. But you must not guard it from dying. You must guard it from growing wickedly into a twisted or distorted sense of morality. Must keep it from becoming another Ra’s Al Ghul or Joker or Batman. 

That is why the pilot light of justice is so dangerous. 

On Public Finance, February 2017

The only reason publicly financed health care and college tuition is even up for debate is because they are brought up. Sanders and Cruz illuminated how a few complex words can hide true intent during their debate over the Affordable Care Act. Cruz would use his fancy lawyer talk and Bernie would interpret for us commoners. Really frightening stuff, that most laws are written in this language with what I can only assume is selfish intent. People, it seems, are innately selfish. The idea that I have to pay for someone else to go to school bothers a lot of people. However, with that same breath we can have the biggest most unnecessary military budget on the planet where we pay for expensive technologies and single weapons that cost more than the man firing it’s annual salary. And don’t get me started on how welfare is figuratively and almost quite literally a drop in the ocean of America’s coffers. It’s easier to strip one of these cut and dry budgets than go into all the intricacies of military funding. Government propaganda of the 40s through the 60s should not still be influential today. If Americans understood what communism and socialism actually entails, if Americans would stop chasing an arguably statistically impossible pipedream and brilliant corporatist tactic of an American Dream, we might just be ok.

Maybe.birdie-sanders