NEARest to Fame I've Come

In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes… - Andy Warhol

The week has become replete with activities and plans, scarcely included me to be honest. But I can feel the reverberating hustle and bustle of wheels turning in the shaking ground. I'm not sure where everyone was, but I did know for certain the absence of faces I was accustomed to seeing meant I was missing something. One thing I've noted is that someone enmeshed in more than one major project is forced to decide what minute data will be forced to go ignored in the finite hours of the day. This is usually unavoidable as things scale up; I myself monthly look back at something I had planned that slipped me in the river of information. New things come up, old things that seem low priority go forgotten… and I'm stunned in the face of a new offer. That's a subject for later though.

OFP is scheduling meetings - both internally and otherwise -, with increasing frequency. Upping their traction every day, it seems I wake up deluged by messages and updates. This reality is truly driven home when one considers how many unique chats constitute the undertaking as a whole. I found myself creating a folder on my messaging app for it, just to keep track! Can't save the lungs of the world without putting in monumental effort, right? I suppose I should look back to days where I was the only voice in the Green fondly, now that our numbers have truly become great. We have come a long way in a short span…

The group of comrades I've made in the publishing guild I'm part of have started silently planning; the next vector of attack has to be impactful, on that we agreed. We have made waves, friends, and measurable successes so far. Given that we have proven our utility and competence over the entirety of our tenure in NEAR, I'd say a big play for recognition (and the associated rights) is warranted at this point. I'm just an up-jumped freelancer with a mild penchant for the written word, so I can't tell you what the details are. When they're ready to strike, though, I'll likely be the one penning the flourish of words by which we make ourselves heard. On that, you can be assured. that felt awfully James Madison of me…

Notion is an application I am only recently becoming familiar with. It's a pretty WYSIWYG application; while maybe not the most visually stunning software, is robust and is reliable. There is no patch for human error though. Once posted, I became informed the layout of my offering lacked organizational structure when pasted onto it. These edits for NEAR Ocean have yet to be made by me, but I plan to today as we speak. I don't imagine any issues, but it did make apparent the difference in PC usage and mobile: you can't trust the ease of cellular technology to do all traditional hardware does.

All of this I type on the eve of an auspicious day, which inspired an even more notable activity: I shaved. For a soul who prides himself in being devoid of a need for pageantry, the concept of spending a moment of my day on my aesthetic is antithetical to my beliefs. I concede that exceptions prove the rule; while I'm not the first to charge in to the concept of self beautification, tomorrow is a big deal. It's not everyday(or ever in my book) that someone asks for an hour of a person's time, to interview or pick their brain about things…

"What? Me? Why?" I believe was my knee jerk response. All the same, I was invited to spend some time with Metaverse DAO discussing… me? I'm still in disbelief a bit, but I know that my first moment in front of a lens couldn't be taken lightly. The internet forgets nothing; knowing I had to consider the future of NEAR and my place in it, I opted to err on the side of caution. I have an outfit chosen, a specific look in mind, and my answers mildly memorized. I'm as ready as I'll ever be… I think? I didn't account for my work getting me noticed enough for me to matter, as a person anyway. But now that I'm wrong, I have to show face… and not the Fawkesian mask I wanted to replace the one I was born with. Wish me luck, being me has rarely reaped stellar fruit. Perhaps in NEAR will be the first time it isn't the case.

Signed,

Woodward Forest-Lich