Prose

Narrative writings: essays, reviews, polemics, short stories, etc

How I invested in altcoins 1 day before the crash…
... and didn't lose my nerves. Honestly, it was not fear of missing out that inspired me to invest in altcoins. I want the protocols that require exponentially less energy than Bitcoin's Proof of Work to thrive. Empowering a global, decentralized, nimble banking platform is a prerequisite for speeding up many other necessary changes as ...
If we encounter something you don't know, our brain goes in either a fearful guessing mode or a mode of joyful curiosity. I think we can practice that.
Spring Cleaning this Blog
There is a time for everything. Today I decided to upgrade the looks of the website you are now looking at because I was bored of the old look and its glitches. Manually designing a website is a time sink, but it has a soothing effect. Staring at pixels as if they, and not the much ...
Depression Responder
I'm cleaning up my computer and found this intricate piece of writing from a few years ago. It might prove to be of some use during the current pandemic situation. * * * Dear valued correspondent, The nature of our digital reality compels me to let you know that my online availability is limited, for ...
Professor Trompsky is back!
Professor Trompsky, you said that the current pandemic is the defining moment of capitalism's moral refinement preparing its coming demise? Could you explain? Well, uhm, we see that more and more people are pushed towards precarious jobs with no security whatsoever and more importantly devoid of any real interaction with their peers. That, you know, ...
The Google God
Free market capitalism, in the time of high-tech communication technology, rewards the marketability of an idea more than the idea itself. Of course, in any liberal capitalist order, good ideas always needed to be noticed before their creator could be rewarded. Traditional investors recognized the potential of an idea for the betterment of society and ...
A poetry reading
Hello my name is W. H. Nedua and my first poem is about a friend of mine who passed away: bllz lllz mbll zll bll lzzzbl lzlzlzlz bbbllz my next poem is about another friend who is not yet quite dead: zlllblz bllzzll bllzlll bllb mllmbbllz mmlplzlz and i would like to finish with a ...
Why does money corrupt?
So why does it? If you have it in abundance, it fails to give meaning in the obvious ways it does when we need it to meet our basic needs. The thought that the result of our endeavour - the amount on our bank account - is subject to inevitable inflation of meaning, is hard to bear. So we explore other pathways: consumption of expensive goods and services, and comparison to other people's "wealth". This is an impulse that doesn't care about the consequences. Think environmental and social inequality. In other words: it corrupts.