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0x91834238…daeesent to0x5dc963d2…dbae·#9,775,299·0x4a68c9b5…c99e2d
0xsmokeSignalWithMessage(string,uint256)000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000004000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000038d7ea4c68000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001754686573652066616365732061726520736f20636f6f6c000000000000000000
unknown sendersent to0x5dc963d2…dbae·#9,748,302·0xf4604b38…3e3d44
SmokeSignal is the culmination of a growing conviction of mine, one that is surprisingly hard to put to words. The core of it is this: A platform for public discourse can be built on Ethereum today, that elegantly solves some emerging failures of today's such tools (Reddit, Facebook, Twitter, etc.). These issues may be just as familiar (to the point of tiring) to the crypto-zealots as they are opaque to the rest of society. The popular tools for public discourse are used as public utilities but are in fact controlled by centralized institutions. This leads to a number of problems. Deplatforming is one: an author who expresses an unpopular (anti-woke) opinion can find himself banned from the platform entirely. Vulnerability to states is another: Twitter is quite simply *not allowed* in China. And gameability is a third: upvotes, likes and retweets can be manipulated by sock puppets and bots. SmokeSignal is a first stab at a system that may address this whole tangled mess of issues. Here are the rules of the underlying contract. 1. Anyone may write anything by burning some amount of Dai. 2. Anyone may burn additional Dai in support for any message. In addition, SmokeSignal provides certain tools: 1. Users can hide messages that have not accumulated some adjustable threshold of burned Dai of support (i.e. "Hide messages below 1 Dai") 2. Users can send tips to messages they find valuable. 3. The total amount tipped and burned for each message is shown. This should result in some really nice dynamics. But rather than argue the point, I'll leave it there for now and keep coding :D
0xbb5eb035…8d92sent to0x5dc963d2…dbae·#9,748,302·0xf4604b38…3e3d44
SmokeSignal is the culmination of a growing conviction of mine, one that is surprisingly hard to put to words. The core of it is this: A platform for public discourse can be built on Ethereum today, that elegantly solves some emerging failures of today's such tools (Reddit, Facebook, Twitter, etc.). These issues may be just as familiar (to the point of tiring) to the crypto-zealots as they are opaque to the rest of society. The popular tools for public discourse are used as public utilities but are in fact controlled by centralized institutions. This leads to a number of problems. Deplatforming is one: an author who expresses an unpopular (anti-woke) opinion can find himself banned from the platform entirely. Vulnerability to states is another: Twitter is quite simply *not allowed* in China. And gameability is a third: upvotes, likes and retweets can be manipulated by sock puppets and bots. SmokeSignal is a first stab at a system that may address this whole tangled mess of issues. Here are the rules of the underlying contract. 1. Anyone may write anything by burning some amount of Dai. 2. Anyone may burn additional Dai in support for any message. In addition, SmokeSignal provides certain tools: 1. Users can hide messages that have not accumulated some adjustable threshold of burned Dai of support (i.e. "Hide messages below 1 Dai") 2. Users can send tips to messages they find valuable. 3. The total amount tipped and burned for each message is shown. This should result in some really nice dynamics. But rather than argue the point, I'll leave it there for now and keep coding :D
unknown sendersent to0x5dc963d2…dbae·#9,721,308·0xa5558ad4…fd3c6f
Alright! Things seem to be working alright! See the interface at smokesignal.eth (extremely alpha status at the time of writing), where you'll be able to read these messages *formatted* with **Markdown**, as well as contribute your own. This is an unstoppable, open chat forum. The idea here is that anyone can post whatever they want by burning some amount of Dai, with the expectation that interfaces like smokesignal.eth will filter out low-burn messages when spam becomes a problem. [The contract](https://etherscan.io/address/0x5dc963d2c78d8faa90c4400eb0de1e4ae763dbae#code) also supports users burning Dai in favor of some other message, which could act as an interesting kind of upvote. Lots of features planned for this thing, but it's a hobby project so updates may be sporadic. Get in touch at coinop.logan@gmail.com if you want to collaborate!
0xbb5eb035…8d92sent to0x5dc963d2…dbae·#9,721,308·0xa5558ad4…fd3c6f
Alright! Things seem to be working alright! See the interface at smokesignal.eth (extremely alpha status at the time of writing), where you'll be able to read these messages *formatted* with **Markdown**, as well as contribute your own. This is an unstoppable, open chat forum. The idea here is that anyone can post whatever they want by burning some amount of Dai, with the expectation that interfaces like smokesignal.eth will filter out low-burn messages when spam becomes a problem. [The contract](https://etherscan.io/address/0x5dc963d2c78d8faa90c4400eb0de1e4ae763dbae#code) also supports users burning Dai in favor of some other message, which could act as an interesting kind of upvote. Lots of features planned for this thing, but it's a hobby project so updates may be sporadic. Get in touch at coinop.logan@gmail.com if you want to collaborate!
0xbb5eb035…8d92sent to0x5dc963d2…dbae·#9,632,693·0xda95fe7a…15b092
Dry cracks accelerate into red rifts, and if we don’t feel the tremors yet we can seem to hear them coming. They emanate from the twisted echoes of a memetic virus, expanding exponentially without mapping a way out of a closed system. The walls are whispering this echo back; the virus does not hear; we are the walls. Our dreams, long shamed into silence or incoherence, are starting to hum in harmony—with others despite separate brains; with the world as if it too dreams; with our future as if it’s something we believe in. We are in the birth canal and we will emerge because there is no other option: this panic, so intense we can barely acknowledge it, will climax and break the parts of us that are not already dissolved. The chaos will rise such that we cannot see the horizon past its swells. Individually we will face death; we will bond over this and thus overcome it, weaving a living net to keep us afloat and in contact. The kingdom we inhabited will have crumbled. We will become kings of our own patch of stormy sea, if only to prevent drowning. Postmodernism has dissolved us into uncertainty next-door to nihilism, but its foundations sink too into the acidic bath it mindlessly promotes. It too shall dissolve. We will be broken but not gone, and with reason in shambles we will fall into dreams, waiting to catch us and lift us back onto our feet. These dreams will lure our reason back to life through the hands of artists, seeing beauty beyond the point where logic saw only an end. Pure satisfaction is not for us mortals, but beauty? That we will find in droves. We will awaken from a hedonistic numbess to find that other parts of us are gazing at sunsets. Some absurd spirit has kept us animated while all reason to live disappears. And then we will have something more than simply a reason to live. Man, exhausted, will meet woman, meek, and together we will meet the world, willing to admit, once again after so long, there is a twinkle in its eye, that—thank God—we are not responsible for all the beauty, the truth, the meaning around us.