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Zooko Wilcox-O'Hearn

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This morning I posted a bunch of thoughts on twitter. If you don't follow my twitter, but are interested in these, here they are.

? Bitcoin is an intellectual minefield; people misunderstand, while having high confidence that they understand.

? Bitcoin is full of the "unknown unknowns", the things that you are ignorant of but you don't realize that you are ignorant.

? ��Money just doesn't work like that, I was told fervently and often.��Nick Szabo, one of the many fathers of Bitcoin: https://unenumerated.blogspot.com/2011/05/bitcoin-what-took-ye-so-long.html

? By the way, this idea that the boom in Bitcoin is due to Cypriots trying to save their Euros? Bullshit. http://www.cnbc.com/id/100597242

? Milton Friedman on Bitcoin and the next Cyprus-style crisis: http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/113262-we-do-not-influence-the-course-of-events-by-persuading

Unenumerated: Bitcoin, what took ye so long?

So asks gwern in a spectacular display of hindsight. The short answer about why it took so long is that the bit gold/Bitcoin ideas were nowhere remotely close to being as obvious gwern suggests. They ...

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