Short, sweet, and once a week. Welcome to Two-Cents Simone.
Today didn’t come easy. I’m sneaking this into your inbox just before Twosday closes.
We’re on the cusp of something I cannot wrap my head around—yet.
It’s the Metaverse, web3, NFTs, blockchain, crypto… mind-blow.
I want to learn. I want to get on board. I want to know something while it still sounds ridiculous and then find out that it’s real and I know something about it.
It’s terribly off-brand, so un-Simone. That’s exactly why I’m doing it. What got me here won’t get me there.
I’m going in. I suggest you follow along. This is a safe space.
Learn with me.
Tech Cents, the digital future, a bit at a time.
Some basics. The internet in three phases:
Web1: The primitive version of the internet. Remember 1991 to 2004.
Web2: Interactive apps and social media. The now.
Web3: Decentralized, community-run, metaverses—online social lives with digital reproductions of our physical universe. Here comes…
And, that’s just the tip.
Stay with me. Let’s grow together.
Two Cents, to help and recommend.
Back to the physical world:
1. A pull-up bar is the ugliest and most enjoyable item you’ll add to your home. It benefits the entire family. Stretching, swinging, strengthening, and failed pull-ups for everyone. Get it!
2. I bought a used Roomba off Facebook Marketplace. If it were legal to marry such a thing, I would. Someone vacuums your home, and it’s not you. There are so many previously-loved ones for sale. Don’t think too hard about why, just buy. Life, changed.
Show and Tell, a peek into my week.
Before my mom died, she worked for the Children’s Creativity Museum. This gorgeous 1904-carousel sits outside the building. On Thursday evening, the museum dedicated a chariot in her memory. Every time it goes round and round, she throws up. I almost did.
Cousins: Owen, Maple, Emma, Will. Maple and Will are my brother's kids.
In the six months since she passed, I’ve not felt her “with us.” per se. But, on this evening, I saw through her eyes.
Owen and Emma outside the carousel at the Children's Creativity Museum in San Francisco.
I Say, an excerpt from my weekly essay.
Transition day sucks. It’s the day we all hate each other. I resent them for ruining my peace. They resent me for being their change. It’s the day the kids come to my house after they’ve spent five days with their dad.
Read the full essay, T-Day.
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See You Next Twosday!
You’re out of this world.