Yesterday I drove the rest of the way from Wilkerson Pass to Leadville to spend some time with my friend @fortunephoto previously referred to elsewhere as Judd, who has been stubbornly refusing to publish any of his excellent photography on Hive despite the fact that I already did all the work of creating the account for him and surrendering the keys to him and dangling one entire enticing unit of SBI in front of his face and showing him the relative success I've been having on this platform to prove that it can actually be done.
Resistance is futile, @fortunephoto. I know that you will eventually cave. Even if it means I have to delegate some HP to you and promise you all 4 cents of my full upvote every day.
I would love to document here all of the intelligent and intriguing conversations we had last night while hanging out at his apartment drinking beer and whiskey but unfortunately the number of drinks consumed was several dozen more than what is necessary to create blank spaces in the badly understood world that is human memory. I do seem to recall ranting at length about things like cryptocurrency, anarchy, PeakD, DeFi, Presearch, CalyxOS, Linux, ProtonMail, et cetera but maybe I'm mistaken. And I do believe other topics discussed included ShutterStock, Scott, the color orange, the horrific local P.O., a dead dog, arrowheads, fly fishing, Suunto watches, chimney sweeping, and girls but I could be wrong.
What I do know for sure is that this morning I woke up in my sleeping bag in the front seat of my car parked at one of my favorite campsites way out in the woods outside of town, and I couldn't remember driving there from his apartment the night before.