2018 World Blockchain Conference – Rome (they called me an expert)
It’s taken a lifetime but I’ve found my calling. When I was a kid I locked my Art Teacher in the art supply room during class. I left him in there for several minutes even fending off other kids in class who wanted to let him out. I never liked that art teacher.
I’ve always been disruptive and for most of my life it’s gotten me in trouble. I’m sure that will continue to be the case. However, I’m finding that one of my greatest weaknesses was actually a strength all along waiting for the right time and place.
Disruption is a necessary part of innovation. Technologists understand that disruption pays dividends and that’s why VC’s clamor for early rounds in the next Uber, PayPal, Amazon, Tesla, etc.
Now we’re entering a time when the next wave of disruption has a chance to actually change the world and make it better for the little guy. Unlike Uber who took a win/win and made it a win/lose. My hope is that blockchain and cryptocurrency projects will take notes from previous eras of technological innovation and the disruption that inevitably follows, and be better. This was Satoshi’s vision of the future and we should strive to achieve a better outcome for a planet rapidly changing, a population exponentially growing, and a financial system woefully inept at servicing the needs of everyone in just, transparent, and equitable ways.
It’s time to lock the art teacher away and let the kids reimagine the world. I’m willing to do the work to make way for that even if it means I have to disrupt class itself. My resume goes way back in that regard.
Today I was greeted at home by this piece of junk mail on our coffee table. Normally, I ignore this wastedump spot in our house because it’s littered with pointless distractions, gimmicks, and maybe every once in awhile a bill or notice I want to avoid.
Today however, I stopped in my tracks. Sometimes the Universe speaks through the oddest medium. This afternoon it was this piece of eye catching waste trying to manipulate my fingers to open it, I didn’t. Instead, I extracted the value of the thought, got the message, and completely ignored the underlying gimmick.
The trash can is still your destiny, Envelope!
It’s my job to Love myself
I’ve been thinking a lot about love. Not romantic wine and roses kinda love. Another kind of love. I call it changing poopy diapers kind of love. Wine and Roses is pretty easy…poopy diapers not so much.
Sometimes I have to change my own poopy diapers. In fact isn’t that the task of adulthood? Changing your own diapers… (it’s a metaphor, go with it)
conscious knowledge of one’s own character, feelings, motives, and desires.
“the process can be painful but it leads to greater self-awareness”
I decided to write what should have been on the inside of that piece of junk mail.
This is the Universe it’s our pleasure to write you today. A wise Sensei once said
“The first in importance is, love God with all your passion and prayer and intelligence and energy.’ And here is the second: ‘Love others as well as you love yourself.’ There is no other instruction that ranks with these.”
Now give yourself every advantage; because today for a limited time, We are providing you with an opportunity to transform poopy diapers like this piece of Junk Mail into gold…and if you act now, maybe even Bitcoin.
Today I’m sitting in one of those cool collaborative work spaces in the Bay Area.People are coming and going and there are reminders like the one above posted everywhere like mental lily pads guiding my mind across the stream of consciousness that is the blockchain. There’s a sunny sky and a peaceful breeze blowing through the trees outside. It’s one of those precious moments of peaceful contentment. It’s the perfect day for this reflection.
I’m a fighter.Dad was Irish, his dad was really Irish.That means there are a couple of things I’m genetically predisposed to enjoy; one is beer (and arguably whiskey) and the other is fighting.Now I’m not much for fisticuffs but I will seriously shoot you in the face online and then laugh about it.It’s not my best side but it’s for sure a part of who I am.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about my attitude toward technology and the troll that lives under the bridge of my online soul. He kept me safe–that drunken fighting Irishman–and taught me a lot about the world. But it’s becoming the time now to hang up some old mittens, pick up the paintbrush, take a vastly different approach, and let the world become an entirely new canvas. Some people call this a fresh start others call it Spring. I think I’ll call it maturity.
Don’t get me wrong I’ll still tell the Jabberwock to get rekt when it’s warranted. A good counterpunch should always be a part of a man’s arsenal.However, it’s time for the gentler side of the Shrek within my soul to lay down his sword and pick up some keys (maybe even private ones). For wisdom I’m learning is much more like a key than a murder weapon.
I’m also learning that “winning the internet” is more about love than war. (but don’t you dare call me a hippy because I will end you like Donald Trump is about to end Iran)