Directus is a headless CMS. It allows you to create a nice interface to data.
I will explain how to get these tools to work nicely together, to have a website any user can edit / publish.
Warning: I still don’t quite understand how IPFS/IPNS works. It seems that you have to keep your IPFS daemon up and running (along with your computer) or loading OBJKT may fail on Hic Et Nunc when viewing it.
UPDATE: Support for HTML “packages” have been added. Please see the template here.
Great package by neelts available here for packaging interactive SVGs.
There are many and varied marketplaces for NFT generation, distribution and sale, but this one is different for a few reasons:
The last item, that it allows more than images…
[Edit: 14/3 added VICE Snowden interview 14/4 added MIT-TR article 23/4 added German lab result linking 24/4 added Australian COVIDSafe app and changes 5/4 Added Google/Apple almost live link]
Over the last few weeks I’ve been thinking about how the big tech companies (Google mostly) could help with tracking COVID-19 — but still keep your privacy.
As I’ve been putting my ideas on paper there has been a lot of work in this area, including technology from Singapore, Europe (and here), America (MIT) and as of today an announcement from Google and Apple (almost live) to use Bluetooth for privacy-focused…
When speed is all we know
The places between are lost
Distances of Marathon
But an exit
On a highway
To an airport
How to recapture these spaces
In the color and the wind
Of stories told
Years old but vivid
The taste of salt
Bare foot in history
Too often we forget to look
Excavating down finds treasures
Digestion easily forgotten
Time’s long arrow
So throw dirt in to the air
And follow where it wanders
Taste the grit on your hands
Feel the warmth
There exists place in all of us
So close we touch it now
A darkened grove of saplings
We’ve watched our lives grow tall
Though sun has never touched it
It's darkness doesn't fright
The trees surround a clearing
Grounding lest we fall
When we sit and listen
To the song of creaking wood
We see the stars still pierce the sky
Their distant fires call
For this space is not a dungeon
But a place to rest our soul
From the starkness of the daylight
And the lives in which we're small
You are no more special than any other snowflake that falls upon my hand.
Why then does your mere existence make being me such joy when I gaze upon you?
For I know you will surely melt away as all others do in my warmth.
I grasp harder hoping that my grip will freeze you in eternity marked upon my skin.
Time spent walking the streets at night, looking in windows. Hoping for those in the light to see me. To look my way and wonder at my life. To lift a hand and invite me in. To lift the corner of their mouth in welcome acknowledgment.
Standing in the dark I know they can’t see me. Even if they knew I was there they would wave only at themselves reflected in their warm cocoon. The others at their table looking at the window and smiling at their mirrored mirth.
Those that sit in the dark corners in their filth and…