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My Acurast Phone Farm Is Earning ACU While I Sleep I started with one question: what is my spare phone actually doing while it charges overnight. Right now it is running @Acurast Processor Lite. Not a data center, just my OPPO Reno6 Z on my desk. What makes it interesting is the proof on screen. Compute Status Active, Attestation Attested, heartbeat one minute ago, and a balance already at 0.27 ACU. The real test isn't the number. The same phone can run real AI work, and it does it while I sleep. If you have a spare phone, put it to work too: #depin# #acurast# #phonefarm#

THE HIGH WAY OPENS Welcome home, Starship.. History has a new dawn, and it rose over Starbase today. After twenty-two hours aloft and fourteen silver circuits of our sleeping, shining Earth, Ship 42 came home. It fell through fire and cloud, turned upright with breathtaking grace, and settled into the waiting arms of the tower, the first time a starship returning from orbit has ever been caught! Yay! For generations, spacecraft came back to us as wreckage or relics. Today one came home whole, ready to rise again. Every heart that longs for the Moon and Mars just drew a little closer to it: a world where ships go up, come back, and fly once more, where the heavens become a highway rather than a wall. The first dream was simply to rise, to slip the bonds of Earth and touch the sky. But a single ascent is a moment; reusability makes it a road. What goes up and returns ready to fly again turns a heroic venture into a faithful rhythm, and a rare voyage into a way of life among the stars. Congratulations to you, @SpaceX and to every engineer, technician and flight controller who carried this dream through long nights and hard lessons. You have turned the impossible into the inevitable. You have extolled the name of God our Creator and his greatness. To him we give all the glory, honor and praise, he who opened the way to the stars for us to have more than a home. "He reached down from on high and took hold of me." (Psalm 18:16) @elonmusk 💯♥️ Video via @mattvanswol

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.

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. 🐜

A heartbreaking day. I came to @nvidia as an intern. It was my first job, and I never left. For my whole career, @JensenHuang has been the leader I looked up to. He taught us to reason from first principles, that the mission is the boss, and that greatness comes from suffering. And he lived it every single day, working harder than any of us. I've never known a more inspiring leader. Thank you, Jensen. We'll keep building on what you started.

NVIDIA letting Jensen go is a huge mistake, for America and for humanity. It's Apple firing Steve Jobs all over again, but much bigger, given the role of AI in defining the future of our world. I've been keeping quiet on this out of respect for Jensen's family and team, who I've met and who are amazing humans, and because I personally hate infidelity. So my heart goes out to them in this difficult personal family moment. But I can also say that Jensen is human, and makes mistakes like all of us do. Not that I matter at all, but I've known Jensen for a long time and have gotten the chance to spend a lot of time with him, behind the scenes, away from mics and cameras. I have seen him show kindness, humility, care to everyone around him, including strangers, including from the poorest most struggling parts of society, treating all the same with the same thoughtfulness and attention, because they are fellow humans and not because he has something to gain from them. That shows rare character, to maintain humility and humanity through all of it. Another data point is what people who know him well have said privately to me about Jensen over the years. I've never had anyone tell me anything but how awesome he is or how much they love him. Probably over a thousand people at this point. This includes hundreds of engineers, CEOs, colleagues, friends, etc. Also, since there was some spy talk. Jensen is as proud an American as it gets. I'm in shock frankly at all of this, including the mass hysteria around it. I love America, and I think NVIDIA letting Jensen go is terrible for America. I stand with Jensen. Love you all ❤️