An Old Salt In A Digital Age
By Michael Glass (@captmichael) ·
An Old Salt In A Digital Age
Tags: ##cryptok #LifeWellLived #OldSalt #CryptoCulture #DigitalAge #ModernLife #HumanConnection
By Michael Glass (@captmichael) ·
An Old Salt In A Digital Age
Tags: ##cryptok #LifeWellLived #OldSalt #CryptoCulture #DigitalAge #ModernLife #HumanConnection

There’s a strange thing happening in my life these days.
An old sailor has somehow found himself surrounded by young crypto traders, coders, gamers, and digital natives. Bright kids. Fast minds. Fingers flying across keyboards at speeds that look almost supernatural to me. These young people can build trading bots, create tokens, manipulate images and video with artificial intelligence, and navigate a digital landscape that often feels more like science fiction than reality.
And every morning, they greet the world with:
“gm.”
Not “good morning.”
Just… gm.
Now before anyone gets defensive, understand something:
this is not an angry old man rant.
Well… maybe a little.
But mostly, it fascinates me.
Because what bothers me is not really the abbreviation itself. Sailors abbreviate everything too. Every profession develops shorthand. Spend enough years at sea and conversations become compressed into fragments:
“Lines secure.”
“Watch relieved.”
“Storm building east.”
“Copy.”
Efficiency matters in demanding environments.
But this feels different somehow.
These folks will spend twelve straight hours writing elegant lines of code capable of moving thousands of dollars through invisible digital ecosystems that barely existed a decade ago. They’ll debate tokenomics, artificial intelligence, decentralized finance, gaming economies, and algorithmic systems with an intensity that reminds me of engineers arguing over engines in old machine rooms.
Yet somehow “good morning” became too much effort.
And somewhere between amusement and irritation, I realized I wasn’t reacting to the letters at all.
I was reacting to compression.
Modern life compresses everything:
communication,
attention,
relationships,
thought,
meaning,
patience,
conversation.
We abbreviate not just our words, but increasingly our interactions with one another.
Presence becomes performance.
Connection becomes signaling.
Conversation becomes content.
The “gm” isn’t even really a greeting anymore. In crypto culture, it has evolved into something tribal. A signal flare saying:
“I’m here.”
“I survived another day in the trenches.”
“I still belong.”
In fairness, there’s something strangely human about that too.
And this is where it gets interesting for me.
Because while part of me resists it, another part of me deeply admires these young people.
They are adaptive in ways my generation never had to be. They learn at astonishing speed. They build entire worlds out of abstractions. They are entrepreneurial, resilient, creative, and often surprisingly optimistic despite living in an age of chaos, noise, debt, distraction, and digital overload.
Many of them are trying to find freedom the only way they know how.
That resonates with an old sailor more than they probably realize.
After all, I walked away from conventional structures myself years ago. Sold things. Let go of things. Went to sea. Rebuilt life around freedom, simplicity, and experience rather than accumulation.
Maybe that’s why I find myself sitting at this strange intersection between generations.
I come from a world of physical storms.
They come from a world of digital storms.
But storms are storms.
And perhaps that’s why these conversations matter.
Because beneath the slang, the memes, the abbreviations, the trading charts, and the endless scrolling, I still see the same ancient human search:
freedom,
meaning,
tribe,
purpose,
survival,
and maybe even a life well-lived.
Still…
I’m probably going to keep typing out “good morning.”
Call me old-fashione
Retired US Navy Special Operations Officer specializing in diving, salvage and exlosive ordnance disposal. Now living and sailing the Caribbean on our 46ft monohull sailboat.