Jun 2016
two hundredth of a millisecond can be bought for one Satoshi,
a Satoshi is a hundred millionth of a bit-coin, or byte-coin -
whatever variation of the name - by the end of it there
will be 21 million of these coins in circulation; hot topic:
London, how this started to unravel come 1998,
slowly Hackney disappeared off the map as a hub of art
and whatnot, Camden came prior - they say central Paris
looks like a museum, as much can be said about central
London: no artistic vibe - we jumped ship, extortion -
in Silicon Valley 8 people share a three bedroom house,
$4000 a month's worth of rent, they're reduced to shift-sleeping,
a day divided into 8 hours, and as was noted,
this isn't a boat load from China , nerds and
app. entrepreneurs - in the end software will be
able to own money, imagine: Uber, taxi, driver-less cars -
the ancient lore of black cabs in London and the knowledge:
that proud A - Z gone, ****! gone! added to the fact that
there's nothing left to invest it - which is why, i assume,
is the reason why gambling adverts number more than
alcohol adverts... bet 3 6 5 et al. - if there's nothing to invest in,
then the only alternative it seems would be to gamble it away;
or at least being spurred to do so.
it's hard to imagine what literature will be like either,
let's face it - you look at the early 20th century
and it's there, you look at middle through to a quarter
past 1950 and it's still there - you look beyond that
and i really don't know what i'm supposed to be looking
out - i don't suppose there's an ignorance hovering
over my head - it just hasn't hit me in any way
relevant, given that in England only important
people get to write books - t.v. personalities, glamour
models, footballers - ghost writers are the norm -
England doesn't seem to appreciate important books
by unimportant people: the machine requires diluted
vegetable oil and a steep hill to get the car moving -
it requires this sort of image for marketing a book,
marketing a book, selling it, and perhaps reading it;
it's hardly moaning about the situation, it's the actual
situation - but as it turns out, there are alternatives -
to count the number of birds in my vicinity,
today i managed to finally identify
a bird that was bothering me for some time,
just today - put a description into
the algorithm... a finch! but more precisely...
a goldfinch! so let me count the number
of birds i spot with my naked eyes:
1. goldfinches
2. robins
3. canadian geese 4. mandrakes
5. crows 6. seagulls
7. a crane 8. sparrows
9. blackbirds 10. a kestrel (once)
11. woodland pigeons 12. magpies
13. song thrushes;
14. swallows.
and to think, i don't have to leave the house to watch
such variety - i'm waiting for the day that they create an app
for birdwatching - but i'm pretty sure they won't,
unless it's birdwatching in a museum of stuffed animals.
a Satoshi is a hundred millionth of a bit-coin, or byte-coin -
whatever variation of the name - by the end of it there
will be 21 million of these coins in circulation; hot topic:
London, how this started to unravel come 1998,
slowly Hackney disappeared off the map as a hub of art
and whatnot, Camden came prior - they say central Paris
looks like a museum, as much can be said about central
London: no artistic vibe - we jumped ship, extortion -
in Silicon Valley 8 people share a three bedroom house,
$4000 a month's worth of rent, they're reduced to shift-sleeping,
a day divided into 8 hours, and as was noted,
this isn't a boat load from China , nerds and
app. entrepreneurs - in the end software will be
able to own money, imagine: Uber, taxi, driver-less cars -
the ancient lore of black cabs in London and the knowledge:
that proud A - Z gone, ****! gone! added to the fact that
there's nothing left to invest it - which is why, i assume,
is the reason why gambling adverts number more than
alcohol adverts... bet 3 6 5 et al. - if there's nothing to invest in,
then the only alternative it seems would be to gamble it away;
or at least being spurred to do so.
it's hard to imagine what literature will be like either,
let's face it - you look at the early 20th century
and it's there, you look at middle through to a quarter
past 1950 and it's still there - you look beyond that
and i really don't know what i'm supposed to be looking
out - i don't suppose there's an ignorance hovering
over my head - it just hasn't hit me in any way
relevant, given that in England only important
people get to write books - t.v. personalities, glamour
models, footballers - ghost writers are the norm -
England doesn't seem to appreciate important books
by unimportant people: the machine requires diluted
vegetable oil and a steep hill to get the car moving -
it requires this sort of image for marketing a book,
marketing a book, selling it, and perhaps reading it;
it's hardly moaning about the situation, it's the actual
situation - but as it turns out, there are alternatives -
to count the number of birds in my vicinity,
today i managed to finally identify
a bird that was bothering me for some time,
just today - put a description into
the algorithm... a finch! but more precisely...
a goldfinch! so let me count the number
of birds i spot with my naked eyes:
1. goldfinches
2. robins
3. canadian geese 4. mandrakes
5. crows 6. seagulls
7. a crane 8. sparrows
9. blackbirds 10. a kestrel (once)
11. woodland pigeons 12. magpies
13. song thrushes;
14. swallows.
and to think, i don't have to leave the house to watch
such variety - i'm waiting for the day that they create an app
for birdwatching - but i'm pretty sure they won't,
unless it's birdwatching in a museum of stuffed animals.
