Having an issue lately with iOS and Brave where Cloudflare Turnstile either takes a minute or longer to verify or just crashes my tab. Weird.

Something I’ve been doing for fun lately is finding dead torrents (not hard) and using debrid services + private trackers to reseed the dead public torrents. It’s been sooo satisfying haha.

My BitTorrent tracker lived for many months on a cheap DigitalOcean droplet but after a DMCA harassment campaign I have moved it to Moldova. Should have done it a long time so but whatever.

We really need to avoid a future where censorship is regarded as a virtue and monopolized transit providers are "cancelled" or shamed into being the judge/jury/executioner.

The far better solution is just to ignore stuff you don't agree with, go outside, and move on with life.

Originality is dead

Firefox will start collecting data about your searches

https://blog.mozilla.org/en/products/firefox/firefox-search-update/

Many nights I am plagued with the feeling that I could be doing more. I reflect on the pioneers that contributed so much to the cypherpunk movement whether through writing code or public speaking. I know my website offers a wealth of information but I know there's more I could be doing.

The force of nearly all modern authority is derived from violence or the threat of violence. One must acknowledge with cryptography no amount of violence will ever solve a math problem.

Do you ever get disgusted watching kids YouTube videos where they make never ending concoctions of glue and shaving cream? Makes me wonder how many tons of propylene glycol, polyvinyl acetate, sodium bezoate, methylparaben, and triethanolamine are going into landfills so some kids can make clickbait videos. It’s probably fine.

Whenever I was sent to reconnoiter a subject or location I was always paranoid about the eventual “what are you doing in this neighborhood” questions. I often used the “my gps took me the wrong way” or “I’m supposed to be looking at a bike for sale” but those can only be used once. You can never be seen in that neighborhood ever again. A friend told me that invisibility was better than any reactionary explanation for my presence. He pointed out, how, when you see a stock minivan with logos on the side your brain stops registering any further details because it’s not necessary to save memories of every delivery vehicle you see everyday. Leverage the cognitive bias that you are a non threatening feature of the landscape. So I went to work finding generic logos of private couriers, pest control, medical deliveries, etc. gave them all fake local phone numbers, got them printed on magnetic vinyl, and slapped them on the sides of my stock van. The difference was mind blowing. When driving through private communities I never got the stare down but instead the occasional wave or even the blank stare of indifference. I was invisible.

I blend into this neighborhood like middle class camouflage. To my neighbors, I'm just another suburban drone going through the motions. I retrieve the newspaper every morning, exchanging pleasant hellos with the usual dog walkers. I toss the unread mail and circulars straight into the bin. Keeping up appearances is everything, even if it means wasting paper. No one can suspect my letters contain no bills, no junk, nothing at all.

My neighbors remain oblivious as they putter around their tidy yards. I've logged their patterns to precision - when they leave, when they return, who steps out to check the mail. I time my own movements in the gaps, pruning roses when they’re home or crafting in the garage when they’re away. They believe I have some nine-to-five office job because that's what I told them over backyard fence small talk. The truth would shatter their perception of normalcy. To them, I'm the quiet single guy with the steady job and the a nice car. Little do they know my job is observing them. I know these families better than they know themselves, and yet I couldn't care less about their mundane little lives. My mission is not friendship. I'm here to blend in, and then fade away.