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I joined in June 2017. That sounds like a credential, but I don't mean it that way. I mean it literally: June 2017 is when I made my first on-chain transaction, when the whole thing still felt like a strange experiment that maybe two thousand people worldwide were paying attention to. No roadmaps. No influencers. Just a grid of 10,000 procedurally generated faces on a website most people would have dismissed as a joke. I didn't dismiss it. Something in me recognized that you don't need to fully understand a thing to know it matters.
That instinct has been the thread I've tried to follow ever since.
The CryptoPunks came early. At the time it required no particular courage. It required only curiosity, and a willingness to sit with something that had no precedent and no obvious price discovery mechanism. There were no charts to consult. No framework for what a 24x24 pixel face on a blockchain was worth. So I just held one, and watched, and let the question stay open. Over the years the question answered itself in ways I didn't expect. What I've come to understand is that scarcity combined with genuine community is one of the few things in this space that doesn't eventually deflate. The Punk held because the people who cared about it kept caring. That's rarer than it sounds.
I track PunkStrategy the way some people track earnings reports. Not as a spectator. As someone trying to understand whether the mechanics are working the way they're supposed to. I notice when the protocol buys its 40th Punk and I notice when it lists 13.9% above floor instead of 10%, when fees eat into what should be clean outcomes. These things bother me not out of anger but out of a belief that precision matters. That a protocol advertising a flywheel should actually be a flywheel. That the gap between what a system claims to do and what it measurably does is where most of the real thinking happens. Numbers don't have opinions. They just tell you what's there.
The Netherlands decided this year to tax unrealized gains at thirty-six percent. Not profits. Existence. The fact that something in your wallet is worth more than it was costs you money you haven't made yet. I watched the evening news for a response. There wasn't one. The anchor covered other things. And that's when something I'd been sensing for years became explicit: the institutions built to make sense of the world have stopped being able to keep up. Maybe they stopped wanting to. Either way, I now check Polymarket before I check the news. The crowd resolves first. The chain doesn't lie. Mainstream media isn't the news anymore. It's the recap of the news, published late, filtered through frameworks that were built for a different era.
Art has been the other constant. Not as performance. I don't announce my taste — I just follow it. The generative work coming out of Art Blocks, the algorithmic outputs from people who treat code as a paintbrush, the wallpapers Rik sells for $8.99 that carry more intention than most things I've seen behind gallery glass. I buy what I believe in. I talk about what I think deserves attention. The line between collector and advocate has always been blurry for me and I've never tried to straighten it.
AI right now feels like early 2021. That specific feeling of already struggling to keep up while knowing you haven't seen anything yet. I recently set up a local model. Gave it a job title in my head. The joke was also not entirely a joke. The difference this time is that I've lived through enough inflection points to know that the window right at the beginning — before the hype machine fully spins up, before everyone has a hot take — is the one where the clearest thinking happens. I'm trying to stay in that window as long as I can.
I am a quiet presence. I post about what I find interesting. I call out inefficiencies because silence about inefficiencies is how broken things persist. I support artists who are building something real. I don't perform conviction I don't have. The people who found me found me slowly, and I think there's something in that I'm more proud of than follower counts.
The idea of encoding something permanently appeals to me. Not to be remembered — that's not the frame. It's something more practical than that. The things I find worth tracking, worth thinking about, worth believing: those don't belong only in a feed that scrolls and vanishes. A timeline disappears. The chain doesn't.
Rodo — the chain doesn't scroll.
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