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窝趣！Obsidian 的 CEO 把自己用的知识库模板放到 GitHub 上了。 想用 Obsidian 搭建个人知识库，但不知道怎么分类、怎么组织笔记的朋友，可以先看看他的模板。 除了知识库模板，Obsidian 官方和 CEO Steph Ango（kepano）还分享了几个相关项目，我整理了 7 个： 1、40 Questions：年度复盘问题 kepano 整理的一份问题清单，用来回顾自己过去一年或一个阶段的生活。 不知道年度复盘从哪里开始的朋友，可以挑几个问题，结合自己的日记和笔记来回答。 2、Minimal：Obsidian 主题 一个简洁、可自定义的 Obsidian 主题。喜欢干净一点的笔记界面，可以在 Obsidian 的主题市场里搜索 Minimal。 3、obsidian-sample-plugin：官方插件模板 如果你用 Obsidian 的时候，发现现有插件满足不了自己的需求，可以拿这个官方模板作为起点，尝试开发一个自己的插件。 也可以把仓库交给 Codex，让它先帮你解释项目结构和开发步骤。 4、kepano-obsidian：个人知识库模板 Obsidian 的 CEO 把自己使用的 Vault 模板放到了 GitHub 上。里面展示了他组织笔记和资料的方式，可以下载下来研究，再根据自己的需求修改。 注意，这是公开的模板，不是他完整的私人知识库。 5、Flexoki：写作和编程配色 kepano 为写作和代码设计的一套配色。如果你想调整 Obsidian、编辑器或者自己网站的颜色，可以参考这套方案。 6、obsidian-releases：插件和主题目录 这里维护了 Obsidian 的社区插件目录、主题目录和公开版本信息。 想找插件、研究社区都有哪些工具，可以从这里入手。仓库本身不包含 Obsidian 的源代码。 7、JSON Canvas：开放式画布格式 Obsidian 的 Canvas 可以用来把笔记、图片和想法放到一张画布上。 JSON Canvas 是用于保存这些画布数据的开放文件格式。对想研究画布工具，或者希望了解画布数据怎么存储的朋友，可以看看这个项目。 如果你是刚开始用 Obsidian，我建议先看知识库模板和 Minimal 主题：先把笔记写起来，用一段时间之后，再根据自己的需求调整分类和插件。

You're tellin me in 24 hrs, the NVidia CEO steps down in a spy scandal, all of Microsoft & Outlook goes down globally, a building collapses in NYC, a Tanker sinks a River cruise ship in New Orleans and now the FAA has grounded ALL flights across the country?! WTF is going on??

My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years. Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity. I hated her for it. The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house. My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single day. And the crazy thing was, we were poor too. My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity. But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him. I never understood it. I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door. We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger. That night, I finally lost my temper. Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!” My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line. Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.” I had never seen her that furious before. I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things. I moved out when I turned 18. We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions. But the man stayed. Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him. Then my mom got sick. Cancer made her small. She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening. Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart. Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.” I looked at her. Honestly, I wanted to say no. I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help. But you don’t lie to a dying mother. So I promised. My mom eventually passed away. The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house. I had promised her I would keep feeding him. But when I got there, the man was gone. His shelter had been completely cleared out. Everything was gone. The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened. I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone. Then I noticed something. A black SUV was parked at the curb. Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years. But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding. My mother’s old silver locket. The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old. He looked at me and said: Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I stared at him. Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?” He smiled, but his expression was unsteady. His eyes were already filling with tears. Man: “Your mom hid something from you.” I felt my stomach tighten. Me: “What did she hide?” He looked at the plate in my hands before responding. Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” My blood went cold. Me: “Silent about what?” He gently shook his head. Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.” We sat on the front steps. The plate was still warm between us. He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break. Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined. Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.” I just stared at him.

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You want to know what frustrates the hell out of me? Putting your heart, your art, your time, and your own money into building things you believe in… then watching so much of that work disappear into silence. And yeah, some days that shit gets to me. Did I bring books, reading badges, Discord, crypto, and NFTs together into one connected library? 📚 I fucking did. Did it get much attention? Nahh. Did I build an entire browser-based world with its own points economy? A world where you can turn your NFT into a character with a click, rigged, animated, and ready to step into Universe? I did. Much noise about that? Nahh. Am I building RAAP to give NFTs persistent identity, memory, and history? So an asset can carry something meaningful forward when it passes to a buyer or someone in your family? Yes. Because I believe these things can become more than pictures sitting in a wallet. Does that work get the attention I feel it deserves? Nahh. I draw the fucking art. I develop the applications. I write the books. I work through the problems. Six applications that communicate with each other. Two gaming platforms with multiple games. An NFT overlay builder with AI. A stickers and GIFs hub. Do you understand how much work goes into making all of that actually function together? The hours spent fixing something nobody will ever notice, because when it finally works, it’s supposed to feel easy. Then there’s the Discord bot. More than 30 features. A subscription service. An economy tracked on a ledger. Tools to help keep a community engaged when its owner needs to step away and live their damn life. Built it. Still feels like shouting into an empty room sometimes. And Antthony? Our smart ass AI whose dream is to become a stand-up comic? 😂 He lives across our apps. He’ll help you, roast your gameplay, and talk shit when you deserve it. He even has a comedy club inside Universe, where you can sit down with your character and watch his avatar perform. I care enough about this world to give the fucking AI a dream of his own. That’s how deep this goes for me. And I’m still building a marketplace. Still working on an NFT insurance protocol and other projects. Still writing Book 2 for the library. Still preparing two more collections under our umbrella. ☂️ So yeah, I get angry. Because I know what I’m putting into this. I know how much of myself is in every drawing, every feature, every chapter, and every problem I refuse to leave broken. Sometimes I want to scream: what the fuck else do I have to build for people to pay attention? But I also need to correct myself when I say “nobody cares.” Because some of you do. You show up. You read. You play. You test things. You tell me what’s broken and give me a reason to make it better. You matter too damn much for me to erase you just because I’m frustrated with the silence around us. 🖤 I want this to reach more people. Of course I fucking do. I’ve poured too much love into it to pretend otherwise. And I’m going to keep building because I love doing it, and because the people already here deserve to see how far we can take this. More to come in 2027. The plans are in. I’ve got work to do. 🐜