Jay 🦋

@jay.bsky.team

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CEO of Bluesky, steward of AT Protocol. dec/acc 🌱 🪴 🌳

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Jay 🦋·Nov 19

Bluesky now has over 20M people!! 🎉 We've been adding over a million users per day for the last few days. To celebrate, here are 20 fun facts about Bluesky:

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Jay 🦋·Mar 10

the feminine urge to

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Jay 🦋·Nov 28

I’m thankful for everyone using Bluesky, everyone building on atproto, everyone listening to our message and sharing our dream of a better social media ecosystem that puts people first. We’re going to do this together — thanks for joining us on this journey!

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Jay 🦋·Jan 26

Seattle has been losing its mind tonight, congrats to the Seahawks!

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Jay 🦋·Jan 12

We’re hiring hungry ghost wranglers — I mean Machine Learning Engineers. As well as Typescript, React Native, and Go devs.

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Jay 🦋·Dec 28

The ninth Duino Elegy is Rilke’s best work.

Why, when this short span of being could be spent
like the laurel, a little darker than all
the other green, the edge of each leaf fluted
with small waves (like the wind’s smile) — why,
then, do we have to be human and, avoiding fate,
long for fate?
Oh, not because happiness,
that quick profit of impending loss, really exists.
Not out of curiosity, not just to exercise the heart
— that could be in the laurel, too . . .
But because being here means so much, and because all
that’s here, vanishing so quickly, seems to need us
and strangely concerns us. Us, to the first to vanish.
Once each, only once. Once and no more. And us too,
once. Never again. But to have been
once, even if only once,
to have been on earth just once — that’s irrevocable.
And so we keep on going and try to realize it,
try to hold it in our simple hands, in
our overcrowded eyes, and in our speechless heart.
Try to become it. To give it to whom? We’d rather
keep all of it forever . . . Ah, but what can we take across
into that other realm? Not the power to see we’ve learned

so slowly here, and nothing that’s happened here.
Nothing. And so, the pain; above all, the hard
work of living; the long experience of love —
those purely unspeakable things. But later,
under the stars, what then? That’s better left unsaid.
For the wanderer doesn’t bring a handful of that
unutterable earth from the mountainside down to the valley,
but only some word he’s earned, a pure word, the yellow
and blue gentian. Maybe we’re here only to say: house,
bridge, well, gate, jug, olive tree, window —
at most, pillar, tower . . . but to say them, remember,
oh, to say them in a way that the things themselves
never dreamed of existing so intensely. When this silent
earth urges lovers on, isn’t it her secret reason
to make everything shudder with ecstasy in them?
Doorsill: how much it means to a pair of lovers
to wear down the sill of their own
door a little more, them too, after so many
before them, and before all those to come . . . gently.
This is the time for what can be said. Here
is its country. Speak and testify. The things
we can live with are falling away more
than ever, replaced by an act without symbol.
An act under crusts that will easily rip
as soon as the energy inside outgrows
them and seeks new limits.
Our heart survives between

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Jay 🦋·Dec 26

Merry Christmas! 🎄

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Jay 🦋·Dec 22

Happy solstice! ❄️🌲

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Jay 🦋·Dec 19

They’re getting rid of the penny? And there’s a funeral at the Lincoln Memorial?? www.usatoday.com/story/money/...

funeral for the penny - rest in peace penny 1793-2025

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Jay 🦋·Dec 17

It took us a long time to get to building contact imports for Bluesky because we wanted to do it in a privacy preserving way. Read more about how we did it in the blog post below!

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Jay 🦋·Dec 12

Had fun meeting some of the Seattle tech community tonight!

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Jay 🦋·Nov 27

Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃🍁🍂