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Such a still, sunny day.

Scott Adams makes sense to me.

Near-and-dear responses to his political offerings the last couple years all but utterly confirm so-called “Trump Derangement Syndrome” as a thing to me, as one of my dearest and most thoughtful friends – who was once quite the Dilbert fan, by the way – somehow considers Adams both a Trump supporter and completely hoodwinked by conservative propaganda, despite Adams seeming (to me) like a bastion of attempting to be objective on political topics – or at least willing/able to admit when being biased/subjective on such topics.

It's kind of sadly funny to me that friend has faith in the likes of The New York Times or salon.com that easily rivals – if not exceeds – typical Christian faith in The Bible, yet can't see it as being at all similar (if not identical).

Then again, people are basically the essence of sadly funny.

Wait... make that “sadlier funnier” these days, for surely the species' favorite sport has become seeing who can most bombastically bludgeon through the boundaries of inanity with the straightest self-righteousness-molded face.

 
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from Briefly Noted

Vito Volterra was an Italian mathematician and physicist (1860–1940). He was born in Anconda, a port city in central Italy. His name is familiar today, especially to biology and ecology students, because it appears in the name of the best-known predatory-prey model, the Lokta-Volterra model. Volterra came up with the model (independently from Lokta) in the context of studying fish catches in the Adriatic Sea.

Volterra is also remarkable in that he was one of the few professors who opposed the Fascist regime of Benito Mussolini. As a result of his opposition, he had to live abroad, returning to Italy shortly before his death in 1940.


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from موسوعة طيوف

تفسير الاحلام لابن كثير

ابن كثير القرشي ولد بالبصرة عام 700 هجري كان ابن كثير من بيت علم وأدب، وتتلمذ على كبار علماء عصره، فنشأ عالمًا محققًا ثقة متقنًا، وكان غزير العلم واسع الاطلاع إمامًا في التفسير والحديث والتاريخ، ترك مؤلفات كثيرة قيمة أبرزها البداية والنهاية في التاريخ وكتاب تفسير القرآن العظيم، وهو من أفضل كتب التفسير لما امتاز به من عناية بالمأثور وتجنب للأقوال الباطلة والروايات المنكرة وتوفي ابن كثير بعد أن كُفَّ بصره، ودفن في دمشق.

من اشهر الكتب التى تميز بها ابن كثير في تفسير هو كتابه العظيم في تفسير الاحلام ويعد موسوعة شاملة للأحلام مرتب حسب الترتيب الأبجدي واليك بعض التفاسير الموجودة في كتابة

تفسير اعطاء الماء لشخص في المنام اذا رأت البنت العزباء في المنام أنها تعطى شخص ماء فهذا يدل على زواجها وإنها تنتقل إلى حياة هادئة ومستقرة. أما إذا أخذت البنت العزباء الماء من أحد في المنام شربت وارتوت فذلك يدل على شخص ما يقوم بمساعدتها في أمر هام يخص حياتها وربما يطلبها إلى الزواج.

أما إذا رأت المرأة المتزوجة أنها تشرب الماء في بيت أهلها فذلك يدل على منفعة تأخذها من بيت أهلها أما تكون ميراث أو تركة. أما إذا رأت المرأة المتزوجة أن زوجها يسقيها الماء ولم ترتوي أو لم تشرب وما زالت تشعر بالظمأ فهذا يدل على تبطرها على معيشة زوجها أو أن زوجها سيتزوج عليها وإنها تكره المعيشة معه.

إذا رأت المرأة الحامل أن احد ما من الأشخاص المعروفين لديها يعطيها الماء وتشرب وترتوي. فهذا يدل على أن الآخرين أو المحيطين بها يقفون بجانبها في حملها ولا يتخلوا عنها.

تفسير رؤية الصقر في المنام رؤية العزباء الصقر في المنام فهو يدل على مدى النجاح والتفوق في دراستها وأنها سوف تحصل على المراكز العُليا. رؤية الصقر في المنزل دليل على الرجل ذو السلطة الظالم للناس كما يشير حلم الصقر في البيت إلى تحقيق الحالم لما يتمناه. كما يشير الصقر في المنام على كثرة الخير والرزق وكما أن رؤية الصقر في الحلم فهو يدل على الموت في الحقيقة. رؤية اصطياد الصقر في المنام وكان متوحش بالفعل فدليل على الولد الظالم.

تفسير رؤية القهوة في المنام

تفسير حلم شرب القهوة العربية للعزباء أو القهوة الخضراء يشير إلى كثرة الأعداء والمخادعين والماكرين في حياتها ورؤيا فنجان القهوة في المنام للبنت العزباء دليل على خطوبتها وزواجها عن قريب.تفسير شرب القهوة المغلية في الحلم للعزباء يدل على أنها تقوم بالكثير من الأعمال الغير أخلاقية والمحرمة أما رؤيا الرجل أنه يحضر القهوة بنفسه ليشربها يدل هذا على الخير والصلاح والرزق له و تفسير حلم القهوة المطحونة في فنجان مشروخ يشير إلى الانتصار على الأعداء والتغلب على كيدهم.

https://dreams.6y0f.com/

 
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from موسوعة طيوف

تفسير الاحلام لابن كثير

ابن كثير القرشي ولد بالبصرة عام 700 هجري كان ابن كثير من بيت علم وأدب، وتتلمذ على كبار علماء عصره، فنشأ عالمًا محققًا ثقة متقنًا، وكان غزير العلم واسع الاطلاع إمامًا في التفسير والحديث والتاريخ، ترك مؤلفات كثيرة قيمة أبرزها البداية والنهاية في التاريخ وكتاب تفسير القرآن العظيم، وهو من أفضل كتب التفسير لما امتاز به من عناية بالمأثور وتجنب للأقوال الباطلة والروايات المنكرة وتوفي ابن كثير بعد أن كُفَّ بصره، ودفن في دمشق.

من اشهر الكتب التى تميز بها ابن كثير في تفسير هو كتابه العظيم في تفسير الاحلام ويعد موسوعة شاملة للأحلام مرتب حسب الترتيب الأبجدي واليك بعض التفاسير الموجودة في كتابة

تفسير اعطاء الماء لشخص في المنام اذا رأت البنت العزباء في المنام أنها تعطى شخص ماء فهذا يدل على زواجها وإنها تنتقل إلى حياة هادئة ومستقرة. أما إذا أخذت البنت العزباء الماء من أحد في المنام شربت وارتوت فذلك يدل على شخص ما يقوم بمساعدتها في أمر هام يخص حياتها وربما يطلبها إلى الزواج.

أما إذا رأت المرأة المتزوجة أنها تشرب الماء في بيت أهلها فذلك يدل على منفعة تأخذها من بيت أهلها أما تكون ميراث أو تركة. أما إذا رأت المرأة المتزوجة أن زوجها يسقيها الماء ولم ترتوي أو لم تشرب وما زالت تشعر بالظمأ فهذا يدل على تبطرها على معيشة زوجها أو أن زوجها سيتزوج عليها وإنها تكره المعيشة معه.

إذا رأت المرأة الحامل أن احد ما من الأشخاص المعروفين لديها يعطيها الماء وتشرب وترتوي. فهذا يدل على أن الآخرين أو المحيطين بها يقفون بجانبها في حملها ولا يتخلوا عنها.

تفسير رؤية الصقر في المنام رؤية العزباء الصقر في المنام فهو يدل على مدى النجاح والتفوق في دراستها وأنها سوف تحصل على المراكز العُليا. رؤية الصقر في المنزل دليل على الرجل ذو السلطة الظالم للناس كما يشير حلم الصقر في البيت إلى تحقيق الحالم لما يتمناه. كما يشير الصقر في المنام على كثرة الخير والرزق وكما أن رؤية الصقر في الحلم فهو يدل على الموت في الحقيقة. رؤية اصطياد الصقر في المنام وكان متوحش بالفعل فدليل على الولد الظالم.

تفسير رؤية القهوة في المنام

تفسير حلم شرب القهوة العربية للعزباء أو القهوة الخضراء يشير إلى كثرة الأعداء والمخادعين والماكرين في حياتها ورؤيا فنجان القهوة في المنام للبنت العزباء دليل على خطوبتها وزواجها عن قريب.تفسير شرب القهوة المغلية في الحلم للعزباء يدل على أنها تقوم بالكثير من الأعمال الغير أخلاقية والمحرمة أما رؤيا الرجل أنه يحضر القهوة بنفسه ليشربها يدل هذا على الخير والصلاح والرزق له و تفسير حلم القهوة المطحونة في فنجان مشروخ يشير إلى الانتصار على الأعداء والتغلب على كيدهم.

https://dreams.6y0f.com/

 
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from The Linus Blog

La cosa divertente è che gli fa una paura mortale. Mi sono indignato anche io quando ho visto il titolo canzonatorio e bulleggiante di Libero, il solito titolo di quel giornale di merda. “Vieni avanti Gretina”. Però l'indignazione ha lasciato il posto ad una domanda: si ok, ma perché prendersela tanto con Greta Thunberg? Alla fine chi è? Una ragazza, una ragazza molto giovane che protesta per il clima. Che cazzo di male può farti?

E invece no, la “piccola Greta” viene attaccata, e si viene attaccati quando si è percepiti come nemici. Nella fragile narrazione di potere di questa nuova alt-right, il punto è che il dibattito pubblico deve essere indirizzato e concentrato sui pochi temi in cui si è forti: immigrazione, UE e altre “minacce esterne” in cui si costruisce l'idea che chi vota è la vittima irresponsabile, i nemici sono altri, e chi è votato è la soluzione.

Da una parte, l'ecologismo che ci vede tutti corresponsabili del Pianeta distrugge questa costruzione, dall'altra, la “piccola Greta” viene qui e si mette a parlare d'altro come se niente fosse, riempiendo le piazza su qualcosa per la quale né la Lega né i CinqueStelle hanno una linea politica, una posizione, un'idea o qualche cosa da dire. E questo è sicuramente destabilizzante.

Concludiamo con il paternalismo patriarcale. La “piccola Greta”. Donna, giovane, nello spettro autistico. Quella piccola non è, ma sicuramente una certa reductio è funzionale ad esorcizzare la paura che mette.

#green #commons

 
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from bsmall2 Learning Racket

宮崎県立都城農業高校の冷水機

A water fountain at Miyakonojyo Agricultural High School reminded me of a Financial Literacy lesson idea. I used to do this with emacs org-mode tables and it was fun. But now, with Beginning/Basic Education in the back of my mind, I try to do everything in DrRacket (and then use emacs to get a shell script to work).

Water Fountain Financial Literacy with DrRacket

Code

#lang racket

(define week-of-pp-drinks (*  5 100))
(format "1 Week: ~a yen " week-of-pp-drinks)

(define month-of-pp-drinks (* 4 week-of-pp-drinks))
(format "1 Month: ~a yen " month-of-pp-drinks)

(define year-of-pp-drinks (* 12 month-of-pp-drinks))
(format "1 Year: ~a yen" year-of-pp-drinks)

(format "3 Years of High School: ~a yen" (* 3 year-of-pp-drinks))

(format "4 Years of University: ~a yen" (* 4 year-of-pp-drinks))

(format "7 Years of Higher Education: ~a yen" (* 7 year-of-pp-drinks))

(require pict)

(bitmap  (build-path (find-system-path 'home-dir)
                    "pictures/2019/04/21/sized/ReiSuiKi-1-x300.jpg"))

In order to “do everything in DrRacket” I need Shotwell to organize the pictures from the digital camera, and Gimp to select the worthwhile parts of pictures. #宮崎県立都城農業高校 #都城農業高校 #農業高校 #冷水機 #Racket #DrRacket #emacs #org-mode #Shotwell #Gimp #fs2ft #fs4ft #FreeSoftwareToFreeTeachers

 
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from Poänglösa berättelser

Innan internet och USB-stickornas tid bytte vi som höll på med datorer disketter med varandra. Disketter var magnetskivor som användes för att lagra data. Den dator min pappa köpte 1986 hade en läsare eller disc drive för 5¼″-disketter (5¼ tum, 133 mm) med mjukt hölje. Varje diskett rymde 360 kB. Det är lite svårt att föreställa sig idag med tanke på att det knappast går att få tag på ett USB-minne som rymmer mindre än 16 GB, vilket motsvarar ungefär 46 600 5¼″-disketter.

Vi bytte program och spel med varandra med hjälp av dessa disketter. Man kopierade program och spel till ett eller flera 10-pack disketter och lämnade det till kompisen, som efter ett tag återlämnade samma disketter med andra program och spel, eller så bytte man helt enkelt disketter med varandra. Vad som fanns på varje diskett stod skrivet med på små klisterlappar på disketterna.

När jag som 13—14-åring åkte med familjen till London var det stora inköpet jag gjorde ett 10-pack 5¼″-disketter i en datorbutik någonstans på en tvärgata till Oxford street. Det var kanske de första disketterna jag köpte och de kostade skjortan. Senare beställde jag och min kompis Torbjörn disketter i bulk från ett företag som hette Kopparbergs Elektronik, den enda diskett-tillverkaren som fanns i Norden. När jag sökte efter dem fann jag förresten följande fantastiska instruktionsfilm:

Utöver Torbjörn bytte jag disketter med min klasskamrat Magnus och min kusin Mats. Jag bytte också disketter med Göran Grip, en läkarkollega till min pappa. Jag minns att jag besökte honom i hans hem i Lidköping och han visade upp sitt senaste inköp, en bärbar dator från Bondwell, troligen en Model 8, en dator som i designen påminde om en modern laptop till skillnad från de släpbara monster som föregått dem. Göran visade hur mycket snabbare ett program skrivet i Pascal var motsvarande program i BASIC. Det var säkert från Göran jag fick min första kopia av Turbo Pascal och började lära mig programmering i Pascal, det första “riktiga” programmeringsspråk jag lärde mig. Göran var också eld och lågor över ordbehandlingsprogrammet Cicero som var unikt på så sätt att man kunde dela in textstycken i block med hjälplinjer. Spalter och textrutor var inget problem med Cicero. Från Göran fick jag också databashanteraren Reflex. Om jag inte missminner mig var det också Göran som introducerade mig till SQL, men vad databasmotorn han gav till mig hette har jag glömt. Jag fick också dBase från Göran, men den var inte baserad på SQL.

Jag fick en packe disketter av Göran som jag skulle kopiera åt honom. Vi hade pratat om några program som han ville ha, men idag minns jag inte vad det var. Hur som helst, de där disketterna blev liggande där hemma och jag kopierade dem aldrig. Under mitt konfirmationsläger 1987 minns jag att jag stolt berättade att jag minsann kände en person som forskade om nära-döden-upplevelser (Göran skrev sedermera egna böcker om detta och översatte också böcker i ämnet till svenska) — men de där disketterna som jag aldrig kopierade skavde i mig. Jag minns att Göran också kom förbi hemma med i något ärende han hade min pappa, men jag tror inte ens jag vågade hälsa på honom för att jag skämdes så för de där disketterna. Veckorna, månaderna och åren gick, men Göran fick aldrig tillbaka sina disketter. Jag skämdes i många år, och jag gör det faktiskt lite än i dag, trots att det sedan länge måste betraktas som preskriberat.

Men ändå. Kanske kan det vara på sin plats att säga: Förlåt, Göran. Förlåt för att du aldrig fick tillbaka dina disketter!

 
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from Van Voorbijgaande Aard

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a b c d e Volgens mij is de lijst nu ver genoeg getrokken f / g————-i I \ Hopelijk blijven de duwers weg.


De Influencer

Ik ben een buitenaardse influencer. Hier gekomen in een satellietschotel. Ik verspreid mijn influence nu via wifi en onderwereldse draden. Ik verkoop buitenaardse ideeën en produkten via associatie met andere verre planeten. Ik verkocht Pluto aan Goofy, Mars aan chocolade, space aan cyber, de maan is te echt om te verkopen zijn influence is onhandelsmerkbaar al doet iedereen hier zijn uiterste best (Moonraiders, Moon Unit Zappa, Moondogs, Black Moon, Maanzaad, Maanverband).

De zon is nog een graadje erger, zonder zon geen aardig leven.

Mijn influence is op de geest, de koopkracht (ik heb het niet bedacht..), op de markt en de fantasie. Ik zie er altijd anders uit, soms groen en klein dan weer lang en wit. Ik zie er meestal niet uit ik influence in woorden en symbolen. Ik ben een fysiek teken aan de wand, een billboard, poster, sticker of verf op een muur. Meestal ben ik heel kort in de ogen of de oren maar wel vaak. Ik ben de stem die in je opgaat, ik ben de droom die uit moet komen, ik ben een lijst in je hoofd. Mijn woorden zijn witter dan mijn tanden, mijn tong is glad als zeep. Een afspraak met mij is goud waard. Ik maak romantiek op afgesproken plaatsen, ik maak verdriet zoals het hoort te zijn. Ik vertel de wereld hoe goed het is om te blijven draaien en doe net alsof de wereld naar mij luistert. Het ligt allemaal op volgorde in mijn woorden. Het ligt er zelfs tussen in, het zit soms in mijn handen en glipt tussen mijn vingers door. Soms zit het in mijn haar. Ik strooi met complimenten maar zeg meer niet dan wel. Zwijgen is goud en spreken ook.

Ik vlieg van hotspot naar wifispot naar kabel naar glasvezel ik stroom maar dan anders. Ik lift mee met iedereen zonder te vragen en zonder toestemming. Ik praat tegen je in de auto, op kantoor, thuis en in alle vrijetijd. Ik ben zoet als het moet, zout als het kan, zuur indien mogelijk en voor de stevigheid vet. Ik kom van overal op iedereen af, ik zit in elk kloppend hart, in ieder ogenblik, ik ben het water en brood maar dan voor het op tafel staat. De gedachte voor de handeling daar woon ik in. De kleur van je behang in de winkel, het eten in de schappen, de verpakking er om heen, de muziek voor het is te horen. De voorgekookte wil. Klaar om uit te pakken. In ruil voor al mijn inluence besprenkel ik me in glitters, dans de macarena en de tsjatsjatsja, laat mijn vluchtelementen zien en ben weg.

Tot Ziens & Bedankt voor alle dropjes.


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Vet

Ik heb het potje met vet al op de tafel gezet samen met de letter k uit het alfabet en de mosterd van Ab’s vader Kobus Ik weet van te voren wat ik ga zeggen bid in 15 talen voor een goddelijk avondmaal hopend dat dit niet mijn laatste is. Ik zing kinderliedjes met de hond en was mijn handen in onschuld gemengd met alcohol & esoterische olieën in een walm van wierook. Maar mijn potje vet staat al op tafel en ik ben alle dagen heel erg blij van tien tot boven de achttien en over mijn slaap niets dan goeds altijd met de ogen dicht en alle dromen netjes afgesloten met een opwekkende daad en de vette potjes stapelen zich op het aanrecht staat er vol mee en morgen komt er weer één bij maar dan op alfabetische volgorde, met de l.

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Ik heb het potje met vet al op de tafel gezet samen met de letter z uit het alfabet en de mosterd van Kobus vader Ab Ik heb geen idee wat ik nog moet zeggen bid in 25 talen voor een goddelijk avondmaal hopend dat dit de laatste is Ik blaf hondenliedjes voor de kinderen was mijn handen in sterke drank gemengd met kruidenbitter en groene zeep In een walm van tabak. Maar mijn potje vet staat al op tafel en ik ben de dagen een beetje zat van twaalf tot vijf voor twaalf en over mijn slaap niets dan goeds altijd met de ogen dicht en alle dromen netjes afgesloten met een niet gewenste daad en de vette potjes stapel zich op in huis, tuin en opbergschuur en morgen komt er weer één bij maar dan op alfabetische volgorde, met de aaaa.


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from tmo

I don't play video games

I don't watch TV

I don't watch movies

I barely watch YT

But I do spend a lot of “screentime” staring at my phone, writing random bullshit and thinking (writing) out loud to an echo chamber of what I am going to be doing next with my life/what I am doing right Now.

I could/should reduce my screentime but writing solely in a paper journal doesn't appeal to me. At all.

I don't know ow why I mention this other this is my blog and it is what I wanted to say. :)

Be back in a bit!

 
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from Open Source Musings

Does the world need another mobile operating system? Canonical, the company that develops and markets Ubuntu, thought so. In 2015, Canonical released Ubuntu Touch, the mobile version of its popular desktop Linux distribution.

The idea was to create an alternative to iOS and Android. An alternative that was completely free and open source, and which was not only secure but also respected the privacy of its users.

That experiment lasted for about two years. Ubuntu Touch was available for a few smartphones and a tablet, but the market wasn't growing in the way Canonical had hoped. In April, 2017 Canonical announced it was pulling the plug on its creation.

Ubuntu Touch looked like it was going the way of Palm's version of webOS. However, during its short life a small yet dedicated and passionate community grew around the operating system. And, in true open source fashion, that community came together to rescue Ubuntu Touch.

Via EtherPad, I chatted with Dalton Durst, one of the two full-time developers with the project. He walked me through the origins of the UBports project, took me down the often bumpy road it travelled to get where it is, and discussed where the project is going.

Picking up the pieces

As I mentioned a couple of paragraphs ago, the Ubuntu Touch community snatched the operating system from digital oblivion. It wasn't an easy transition.

“UBports had been fighting on fronts that Canonical didn't have time, resources, or legal clearance to for over two years before” handing the project over, Durst said. “Those who had contributed for many months before the drop had some idea of the operating system's internals, so we were ready (but not necessarily willing or excited) when the day came. When it did, we were as surprised as everyone else.”

It definitely wasn't smooth sailing.

Durst told me that as of December, 2017, the UBports team had two choices. They could continue Canonical's work, which Durst admits would have been “nearly impossible with our team's size and the state of the work in progress. Plus, “before Canonical dropped the project, they had a huge problem on their hands. All of the apps were based on Ubuntu 15.04, and would not run on Ubuntu 16.04 or higher.”

“The other option was to take Ubuntu Touch, based on Ubuntu 15.04, and move all of the front-end packages up as far as we could,' Durst said. “We chose the latter and began work on Ubuntu Touch based on Ubuntu 16.04.”

The next eight month were challenging, to put it lightly. The UBports team faced “a series of weird bugs, frustration, and people wondering if the project had died so soon after it was born.”

But it all paid off. By August 26, 2018, the UBports team sent out their first release of Ubuntu Touch. That release was made up of “128 closed issues and the pride of a rapidly-growing community.”

Since then, there have been several other releases, both major and minor. With each release Ubuntu Touch is getting more stable and more useful.

The power of community

Open source projects live and die by their communities. UBports is no exception. The community is diverse, with members of varying levels of technical skill.

“The people who lead (either tense) the community have always been of varying technical skill by accident,” said Durst. “That accident made us foster a community with the same nature. We started just like everyone else: at zero.”

According to Durst, the community's passion stems from wanting “to use Ubuntu Touch as our mobile phone OS. The passion of the community is deeply rooted in making the product that we want to use.”

UBports continues to harness that passion by providing “people with the tools they need to succeed and help them however we can. I spend a lot of time unblocking work in progress rather than create some of my own.”

As for the size of the community, Durst points out that “there is currently no exact count of contributors. There have been a few attempts at measuring the number, but the project has never been completed.”

At the moment, UBports has two paid full-time contributors: Durst and Marius Grispsgard. Durst points out that there are “at least 20 dedicated contributors. That doesn't count drive-by contributions or those who are not currently official maintainers of a component.”

Of devices

When it comes to mobile operating systems, there are two rather hefty shadows looming in the background. The first of those is the devices on which the operating system runs.

The UBports project only supports a small number of devices. Those are generally older pieces of hardware, and includes the Fairphone 2, the Nexus 4 and Nexus 5, the OnePlus One, and some older tablets.

Those aren't exactly cutting edge devices. They work, and Ubuntu Touch has kept more than a few phones and tablets from becoming e-waste. That said, members of the UBports community are currently porting the operating system to a handful of other phones. It's slow going, though.

As Durst explained, the problem facing developers trying to get Ubuntu Touch running on Android-powered phones is that “Android uses its own drivers for many components, especially graphics and radio.”

That adds a layer of complexity, since Ubuntu Touch needs “to use a small build of Android to run the required services to allow us to use these drivers. Every device has different hacks on top of the standard Android source which interact with the system in a different way.”

That's starting to change. In 2018, UBports teamed up with secure device maker Purism to get Ubuntu Touch running on the company's upcoming Librem 5 phone. A few of the UBport developers have recently been experimenting with prototypes of the low-cost PinePhone.

Apps, apps, apps

The second shadow looming over a mobile operating system is apps.

If you use a phone or tablet powered by Android or iOS, you're used to having thousands upon thousands of apps at your fingertips. Many of those apps work with popular online services, making the services a bit more convenient.

Ubuntu Touch doesn't come close to that number of apps. In the OpenStore, there are just under 700 apps. Some of them are native, while many are web apps. The latter are websites that open in a browser window, but without the browser controls or address bar.

Durst likens web apps to desktop applications written using the oft-maligned Electron framework in that “Electron apps can take up more RAM or CPU cycles and don't offer the same experience as native apps. However, like Electron, they mean the difference between having apps or not having them at all.”

He added that “native apps are absolutely a priority. They can offer more platform features and a better overall experience.”

Looking to the future

UBports is now into something of a groove. The overarching goal of the project is not to “make Ubuntu Touch the privacy and freedom-respecting mobile operating system. Our goal is to make it an option for more and more smartphone users.”

By the time you read this article, UBports will be under the umbrella of a foundation. The foundation intends to “fulfill the growing needs of the community, and to support the ambition of sustaining development of Ubuntu Touch and its ecosystem.”

Getting involved

Like any other project, UBports is always looking for contributors. While Durst points out that UBports is “especially looking for gurus of Qt internals, content creators, and PR personalities,” the project welcomes “anyone who wants to work with a community that's proud to be friendly, helpful, and kind.”

As Durst points out “If you're good at something (or want to learn about it!), we probably need help with it.”

To pitch in, drop by the UBports get involved page. You can also join @ubports on Telegram, #ubports on freenode, or #ubports:matrix.org on Matrix.

#ubuntutouch #opensource #mobile #FOSS

 
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from MC Anime

Kuchikamizake and Your Name Anime

Important Notice: I am not endorsing alcohol nor its impacts in underage drinking even sake in anime.

Today is a post concerning the culture represented in an anime movie going by the title of Your Name. Your Name follows Mitsuha Miyamizu and Taki Tachibana who are connected to one another in a strange fashion. The only way that I can discuss the connection is the link between them is sometimes switching bodies. The genres are classified as drama and supernatural types of anime. We see the connection of someone's life in the emotional fixes or drama aspect and the supernatural twist of somehow switching bodies. There is a scene that mentions Kuchikamizake or a rice-based sake in the anime movie. I am going to explain some of the science of sake and cultural background of it in anime. Sake is a drink that is an alcoholic beverage that is highly popular in Japanese culture and anime. Sake is often seen in the drinking of comrades or high social situations in anime where the drinking has significance in the plots. Kuchikamizake is a type of sake where rice is fermented and reveals a sweat flavor than of traditional strong tasting alcohol. Rice is a difficult process in where the starch in the chemical structure involves yeast breaking down the sugar content. Just so you know, starches are considered complex carbohydrates (carbs) where yeast cannot break it down as easily like glucose (simple carbs). To combat this issue over starches breaking down, you need a mold going by the name of Aspergillus Oryzae. Koji is another name for the mold and this creates a chemical reaction that turns the starch molecules into sugar. Historically, before the discovery of the mold, there were people actually chewing on bits rice to break the starch content. The human salvia contains bacteria that turns rice into sugar and makes digestion of starches easier. Important fact, alcohol contains aseptic properties, and back in the day, any trace of human salvia was instantly killed in the brewing process. Kuchikamizake is commonly made and found at sites of shrines in Japan. I strongly suggest that if anime science peaks your interest, then Chris Meharg's articles would explain your some of your interests in anime.

http://www.animescience101.com/kuchikamizake/

 
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from ego echo

wees zo vrij wees zo vrij vertaal lawyer naar de wet van de letter

wees zo vrij wees zo vrij vertaal Germaans gedonder donnerwetter

gevangen als een advocaat van de duivel en toch onvoorspelbaar speels als een weergekeerde god die bladzijden omslaat in zijn autogedicteerd wetboek

de formule is zo simpel en vrijer nog dan vrij wet = nat = pulp

#gedicht

 
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from inquiry

In some stupendously odd irony (given their past and present tendencies toward trashing other peoples' codifications of morality/righteousness), so-called “progressives” appear to be hellbent on proving the existence of “original sin”, i.e. that if one looks back far enough, nobody should tolerate anyone else ever again for so much as somehow being related to someone who – in some way worthy of having their life ruined over – did (or maybe even merely thought?) something that doesn't live up to the notion of the pinnacle righteousness being “progressives” seem to be convinced is the only being not deserving of having its life ruined.

And yet I'm supposed to believe Trump is the only monster on the field?

I'm beyond astonished how “more Trumpian than Trump” they've become in their “precise mathematical inverse of wokeness” hysteria to, no, not legislate, not solve problems, not do the peoples' bidding, but, rather, to demonstrate themselves more righteous than Trump.

Congratulations on reinventing the Fools Errand, modern day fundamentalists!

 
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Anonymous

I didn't look forward to having much in adult life. No kids, no marriage, no house. I was fine with getting high, being a lost hippy, forever trying new hairstyles, and picking up new lovers.

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I smoked my first cigarette when I was sixteen. Four years later, I would find myself in a stranger's smoke-filled apartment, smelling of jasmine incense and marijuana. (In this same room we'd be naked and smoking reds, first thing in the morning; fond memories.) Alcohol, on the other hand, didn't bring good stories. I was barely 18 when I got blackout drunk, and next thing I knew, was having non-consensual sex.

Over the years there would be more hangovers and drunken sobbing but drinking never became my game; smoking was. Nicotine was my substance of choice and most of my late teens and early twenties was sparked by cigarette flames. The cigarette habit kept me grounded, in some way. Marijuana — on the other hand — took me to the another side.

Who could imagine that a young woman like myself would be putting these things between my lips? These dirty pipes, cigarette butts, tubes, and bongs. I didn't grow up in the slums or in common residential areas. I was raised by a puritanical, virgin-bride, perfectionist mother inside the gates of a church compound. However, my father smoked cigarettes in secret (a vice that sparked domestic abuse in our household). Someone in the family had to “inherit” the habit. I guess it had to be me.

I was happy with just smoking and lighting up and dying eventually, because of it.

So when all my friends began smoking, I sort of followed. Maybe I was just rebelling, consciously doing something “bad” like all the other angst-filled teenagers, as a way to subvert authority.

It was my way of saying, “Hey this is my life, I do what I want to do with it.”

And so in many sad and cold nights, I would walk along Harrison Road in Baguio and light a cigarette or two. During fights with my boyfriend, I would light up.

Thinking about it now, I guess it had been a form of self-harm. I wanted to become light-headed, dizzy, and sick, as a way to distract myself of some other pains, like the difficulty of transitioning to sad childhood to even more miserable adulthood.

And then came marijuana, which was many things. First, I used it to enhance sexual experiences. Then, I learned to just enjoy the high.

Any activity plus marijuana became a cool thing. Listening to music feels like you're having sex with your ears. Food becomes infinitely more delicious. I went hiking with a bunch of people who brought weed. We slid through caves, climbed down mountains, and soaked ourselves in cold water while high. It was unforgettable. The laughter and accompanying wonder never seemed to end. It felt like I was a video game character in an 8-bit universe.

I reached a point when marijuana was all that made me happy. If I wasn't high, I was miserable. Something was wrong with my life so I stopped using. But I didn't stop yet when I failed a drug test and lost my job. I had to have that existential misery.

Thankfully, marijuana was relatively easy to quit. Cigarettes, on the other hand, was hell. After a long day at work, walking by a store that sold cigarettes and not buying any felt like starving myself and denying food.

I had quit smoking many, many times. I smelled bad, my skin was awful, my lungs were stuffed, and I suffered poor athletic performance. If I wanted to become better, I ought to stop smoking. But I came back to the habit every time, with full acceptance of the fact that smoking would cause lung cancer eventually.

He realized that a thirty-minute high was not worth risking a lifetime of peace and freedom.

And I was fine with that, because I didn't wish to live long anyway. I wasn't even expecting to see myself reach my 50's. Life was a miserable story for me, for the most part. I didn't look forward to having much in adult life. No kids, no marriage, no house. I was fine with getting high, being a lost hippy, forever trying new hairstyles, and picking up new lovers.

I was happy with just smoking and lighting up and dying eventually, because of it. Life was short and I was determined to live it to my terms, just like when I was rebelling and hurting myself as a way to assert subversion.

People around me were concerned, nonetheless. My mother — who had seen me smoking — always asked when I was going to stop.

“When I get pregnant, I'd stop,” I'd say.

What caused me to stop smoking recently was baby fever. I guess I couldn't do it for myself. It had to be for something else, or someone else. I never threw away my pipes, my boyfriend did. And even after he'd done that, I still had the nerve to ask him to smoke marijuana with me, just for once.

But he was determined to quit and never come back. He'd smoked for about two decades. He stopped only recently when some of his friends faced jail time due to using and dealing. He himself used to deal, too. He realized that a thirty-minute high was not worth risking a lifetime of peace and freedom. And so he quit while encouraging me to do the same thing, for the sake of safety.

If he didn't force me to quit, I wouldn't have stopped using. It would always be my little hobby. And more than just a hobby, it would be a door-opener to new experiences. A key to the rabbit hole, a wonderland entrance.

Now here's a word to those who are still “clean”:

If you haven't started smoking, good for you. Try not to start altogether, because I guarantee that you will want to stop smoking eventually. Quitting will be a struggle.

As for marijuana, try not to go too deep down the rabbit hole. As you get into the drug culture — a place of escape, pleasure, and wonder — you will be enticed to try other substances (i.e., hard drugs) and you would probably do it out of curiosity or for the sake of experience.

Some people can use illegal substances for recreational purposes only. But they're an exception, not the rule. Some drugs are banned/illegal for a reason because they will fuck you up most definitely. Either you become an addict or you slowly waste your body away. When you do hard drugs, it's like you're already placing one of your feet in the grave. Be careful.

Bottomline

That you can use these things for fun, for escape, just for the sake of good times is what we all think in the beginning. When I smoked cigarettes when I was sixteen, I just wanted to get a taste of them. Never did I realize that I would become a chain smoker and gravitate towards the hookup culture because of it. But I guess that's just the way life goes. You pick up something and get so much more than what you thought, or expected.

“When you can stop, you don't want to. When you want to stop, you can't.” – Luke Davies, Candy

 
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from Niklas Anderson's Blog

Psychologists should bethink themselves before putting down the instinct of self-preservation as the cardinal instinct of an organic being. A living thing seeks above all to DISCHARGE its strength, life itself is WILL TO POWER; self-preservation is only one of the indirect and most frequent RESULTS thereof. In short, here, as everywhere else, let us beware of SUPERFLUOUS teleological principles! One of which is the instinct of self-preservation (we owe it to Spinoza's inconsistency). It is thus, in effect, that method ordains, which must be essentially economy of principles.

– Beyond Good and Evil, Paragraph 13



What is good? Whatever augments the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself, in man.

What is evil? Whatever springs from weakness.

What is happiness? The feeling that power increases that resistance is overcome.

– The Antichrist, Page 43



A new responsibility should be created, that of the doctor the responsibility of ruthlessly suppressing and eliminating degenerate life, in all cases in which the highest interests of life itself, of ascending life, demand such a course for instance in favour of the right of procreation, in favour of the right of being born, in favour of the right to live. One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death should be chosen freely,death at the right time, faced clearly and joyfully and embraced while one is surrounded by one's children and other witnesses.

– The Twilight of Idols, Paragraph 36

 
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from sappy alternatives

the past month has been absolutely exhausting. i got company in my apartment – not necessarily a very nice thing – bringing laughter, tears, frustration, and moments of bliss.

the last time i lived with someone was about two years ago.

loneliness was cold but comforting. i could have really lazy days and not take a bath during the weekends. i skipped meals and lost weight. but now i got someone taking care of me and making sure i'm fed, clean, and sane. no more moping around and just letting go, drowning in existential crisis and falling into the abyss, the emotions and feelings that eat me alive from the inside.

i also miss doing solitary yoga on my apartment floor. being all alone and connected to nothing but my body.

i still got about a month left to spend with him. i am definitely happy about having him around, although it means that stress levels are on an all time high. i feel safe when i'm with him. cuddling to sleep is great, even though we are in the middle of summer heat.

there are moments when, i gotta be honest, i feel guilty about taking him here to the city where there's no sea and sand.

it is fucking miserable here in this concrete garbage wasteland. i am absolutely not happy when i go to work and smell piss in the streets. but i have no choice but to stay here for the meantime, because the high paying job is here, and i need a high paying job (money) so we can build a small hut and start a new life with enough safety cash.

i just want to be alone for days, watch stand up comedy, and regain my curiosity and vigor for life. i want to feel what it's like to be living, exploring, and travelling — not just plainly existing.

i'm not gonna be like him who's 37 and lives with his mom and can't afford to have his own board shaped. yes, he's a happy beach bum who's got happiness, freedom, and liberty, but he got no career, no money, no insurance. in some way it is admirable — how he chose to follow his heart, be free, and live his wild dreams while the rest of us are doing a 9-5. but then it's sad to know that he failed his parenthood and pretty much most of his adulthood, thanks to drugs and too much freedom.

there's two sides to the coin, yes, and thank you very much but i'm happy grinding here in the city instead of living in a sinful island paradise and making babies that i couldn't properly raise.

did he have fun? oh yes he said he did. now he's at this point of his life where he's ready to “make things right” and “get serious”. no more drugs, no more alcohol parties, and maybe no more abandoning children in the future.

like turn his life around.

Photo by Irina Iriser from Pexels Photo by Irina Iriser from Pexels


i got moments where i try to see him again like i did on the first day we met. but, you just can't. after you learn about a person's dark side, hear about their life-altering decisions, get disappointed by them, realize that they, too, are human and not just a hot body with a pretty face — you just never see them the same way again. this either brings you closer (fitting together through each other's cracks) or throws the relationship away (you couldn't handle the shit they got.)

i am really, really tired, like i just want to be alone for days, watch stand up comedy, and regain my curiosity and vigor for life. i want to feel what it's like to be living, exploring, and travelling — not just plainly existing. and for my relationship, i want to feel what it's like to celebrate life and share it with another person.

i am so done with the “tell me all your hurtful shit now so i know what i'm dealing with” and the “push all my buttons now so you know what causes my meltdowns”. i just wanna go past all that, like, if this relationship were a pair of shoes, i just want to finally break in and start a happy, long walk! i wanna be done with all the sobbing and fighting just to see how much of each other we can tolerate.

then we can say that these cracks, which we've caused and found in each other, allow us to better fit together.

 
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