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from CJ Eller

I lost my notebook yesterday. 20 pages filled with my thoughts, gone. But are they really? When I store an idea in my notebook, is that idea gone for good?

The notebook was just one way to store an idea. I could also refer to the idea in one of the books I own. That particular book could even contain my marginalia that would flesh out the idea even further. Perhaps a friend of mine knows about the idea because we talked about it so much. Maybe I could speak to her. A piece of media could be where the idea got its genesis. Rewatch that documentary, reread that blog post. In any case I could recollect what I remember of that idea and start from there.

This instance makes me think about how ideas still have resiliency when we lose one way of storing them. How important it is to keep ideas in different places? What kind of resiliency do they gain from such practices. As I write this idea down in a blog post, how can I keep it alive elsewhere? Could I take the post and transfer it to my Smallest Federated Wiki? Could I push it to my Are.na account? All of the above and then some.

The web has its own way of proliferation that adds staying power to ideas. I wonder if we can expand upon this proliferation to increase resiliency. Web protocols like Dat and IPFS look promising in that regard. How can we include these in the fold to help keep our ideas alive?

 
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from The Linus Blog

Bisogna ammettere che l'assenza della possibilità di commentare questo blog è decisamente divertente. La piattaforma è ancora in via di sviluppo, e un sistema di commenti non è stato ancora implementato. Nel frattempo, qualsiasi obiezione ai miei post ve la tenete per voi. Stronz*.

Il sistema che uso, write.as, si avvale di diversi servizi genericamente indicati con l'estensione a dominio “.as”. Per caricare le immagini utilizzo snap.as ed il terzo della “famiglia” dovrebbe essere un tutt'ora oscuro remark.as, il sistema che – in qualche maniera – dovrebbe integrare i commenti nei blog di write.as. Prima o poi lo attiveranno. Vacci a capire qualcosa di questo writeas, però mi piace. Più di wordpress.com.

Quindi – e ancora per qualche tempo – dovrete accettare questa ulteriore bestemmia verso la routine social dell'internet contemporaneo. Io scrivo, voi leggete. E basta, niente commenti, niente reazioni, niente like né interazioni. Solo un monologo, come se questa fosse una radio a valvole accesa su qualche canale ai margini dell'FM, in cui un conduttore con problemi d'alcol tenta di convincervi della bontà delle pennette alla vodka e dei giri di basso dei primi Marlene Kuntz.

 
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from tmo

3:34 AM and I have not been asleep yet. I blame the two multivitamins I took earlier (just before 9 PM). There is absolutely nothing wrong with taking more than one multivitamin in a day. I have been making a habit of taking two or more at a time since 2015. Safe. But I'm no doctor. In fact, a doctor would tell you to NOT take a multivitamin! So.... Fuck doctors.

I have been on a pretty good health trip for a while, and this is a v good thing. I had some Daily Detox tea the other night which have me the most intense dreams (oddly) and I have been eating oranges like they were going out of style and I currently have a fridge full of vegan meats that I am going to work my way through. Overall vegan, but some cheese products sprinkled in there, as well. I k ow veganism is the way, in fact, raw foodism is the way, but I am very weak in terms of my pallette. Idk if I am spelling that word right, by the way. Point is, I do my best to eat as vegan ad I can as often as I can and if I do eat animal products, it is only egg / cheese. No dairy milk nor meat. Will never eat meat again. Been 4.5 years since I had any (in fact August 2019 will be 5 years), so... that's a good thing!

There was a bunch of bullshit online the past couple days about Rawvana and Raw Alignment (big time, “professional” influencers in the raw food world) going back to eating meat and eggs and all that shit. I honestly do not carw what other people eat and the only person who ever influenced me (in terms of recipe ideas) on the WWW was Eco Vegan Gal (Whitney Lauritsen) and overall, I do not take queues from people on the Internet in terms of my health and well-being. Not my style.

Anyway, water is boiling for coffee. Be back soon!

 
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from Van Voorbijgaande Aard

Flessenpost

Een mens zit vast op een eiland. Deze mens heeft alles bij de hand voor vele berichten in vele flessen (geluk bij een ongeluk). 100000 stukjes papier. 100000 flessen. 1 Per dag. 100000 x. Hij schrijft op. Help. ik zit vast op een eiland. Stuurt zijn bericht mee met de zee.

De fles komt aan of niet. Komt ie aan, iemand leest het bericht. Zoekende wordt gevonden. Niemand leest bericht. Mens blijft op eiland. Gelezen maar eiland niet gevonden. Mens blijft op eiland.

Dan situatie 2. 100000 mensen zitten vast op 100000 eilanden. 100000 briefjes. 100000 flessen. 100000 berichten. 100000 dagen achterelkaar. Help. Ik zit vast op een eiland. Berichten via zee naar elders. Berichten gevonden maar wie is wie en op welk eiland. Eilanden bezocht. Mens gered. Maar is dit de juiste. Hoort deze mens bij fles en bericht. Mens is juiste of niet. Blijven zoeken naar de rest. Welke mensen worden gevonden welke niet? Is de ene mens op een eiland nu beter af met al die anderen.


Ruilen

Ik lever mijn vrije tijd in voor die van jou, ik tap je bier, ik verkoop je tijdsbesteding, in ruil daarvoor kom ik bij jou om je vrijetijd in te ruilen voor die van mij, ik maak me nuttig om je aanwezigheid elders te voorzien, ik zet je aan het werk en dat is mijn werk, en jou vrije tijd is ons een doorn in het oog, jij krab, maak onze toiletten schoon in ruil daarvoor krijg jij ons respect, en wij een schoon toilet en een beetje tevredenheid, neem onze tijd in beslag met je vragen en opmerkingen, zet ons recht, maak ons nuttig anders zitten we hier maar voor niks hooguit de kost en dan help jij ons en wij jou en zo ruilen we met elkaar onze activiteiten, jij dit en ik dat en dan blijven we rondlopen in een hele grote kring van bezigheden, jij geeft ons eten, wij poepen het uit en jij ruimt de troep op en jij maakt ons eten, jij pakt het in, jij brengt het en wij eten het weer op, jij geeft ruimte en ik neem de ruimte in en jij doet er iets anders mee, enzovoorts, dit is ons dit is een activiteit, ik lees jij schrijft jij leest ik schrijf, ik heb een witte plek gekocht vanaf de andere kant van de wereld, het is wat. Een goede zet, ik ben alleen en jij ook, en samen vullen we iets van de leegte om ons heen, maar pas op, er zijn kapers op de kust, iemand wil iets .. dat je tijd maakt en energie geeft, middelen verstrekt, en vergeet niet wat er nodig is om ons hart te laten kloppen, het bloed te laten stromen, meer organismen, een natuurlijke organisatie..

Zondag kan ik zitten .. maar ik ruil de tijd in die ik verzit door al zittende te tikken, ik luister naar het digitale product via een ontworpen applicatie en daarvoor heb ik een deeltje van mijn inkomen ingeruild, het is wat, ik kan anderen zien werken en anderen niet zien werken terwijl ze werken. Ik kan.. maar mis ik iets als ik dit allemaal niet kon, geen bank, geen applicatie, geen anderen aan het werk, geen huis, geen thee, ik heb me vol gemaakt met spul, met kleine liflafjes van energie en grotere spullen, het is een heel huis, met stromend water en stromend stroom, ik berg er spul in op en alles is er.. tot het op is en ik weer iemand moet opzoeken die anders werkt, ik die uitviel, die ongeschikt moest zijn, ik die schrijft maar niet blijft, ik die werk weg maakt, dat er niet meer is omdat ik niet wil dat het blijft hangen, mijn nummers hoef ik niet meer te zien en er betekenis aan geven.

Ik wil geen schuldgevoel aflossen, dat is niet aan mij, ik ben niet de schuldige in deze thriller, ik laat dat over aan het lot, De oplossing moet maar komen met hulp van de weegschaal van de overvloed, het draaiend rad van beslissingen, gooi er een kwartje in en er komt ergens anders een kwartje uit. Geen idee waar. Dat boek van jou staat in mijn kast, er zijn er meer van, in andere kasten, dat artikel staat in een tijdschrift.. en jij krijgt er een klein deel van, de ruil is omgenummerd, je inzet is zoveel waard, het kantoor is schoon, de uren weggewist met de uren van een ander, elk een uur van 60 minuten, jij met je hoofd in denkende staat, geRodineerd, en hij of zij met zijn armen in de wc pot, 60 minuten, en wie denk je dat meer waard is en wie maakt dat verschil mogelijk. Wie doet er wat aan, staat er iemand op tijdens het boekhoudersbal.

Jij mens of jij mens, en iemand anders werkt dit uit in zijn hoofd en weer iemand anders maakt berekeningen in ruil voor die andere, we schaken wat af, we rekenen wat uit, hier is je deel, en jij dat deel en wie dit bedenkt krijgt dat deel.. de grootverdiener zegt ja maar als iedereen zoveel zou verdienen dat gaat toch niet! Ik zie het probleem niet..als jij het kan waarom hij dan niet, wat maakt jou leven zo duur. Welke ruimte neem jij daadwerkelijk in. Niet de ruimte die je inbeslag hebt genomen, niet de nummers die je wilt laten zien. Het is de ruimte in je kist, in je lijf, niet die in gedachten, de ruimte van je lever, je vingers. Ik weet wie jij denkt te zijn maar weet je wie je bent.


Screensaver Txts, Teksten voor Schermbeveiliging

this saved the screen but not me.

please! please! save the screen.

duh!

praise the lord, the screen has been saved.

take me but save the screen.

i wish i was as safe as this screen.

we saved the screen but everything else is ruined.

trust me, i keep it safe.

screensafety first.

i'll save you and i tell the time.

touch me.

stop ignoring me.

help! i don’t do anything at all.

men! do we really have to protect this screen? yes

don't touch, i work even though it doesn't seem like it.

what’s a nice screensaver like you doing in a dump like this.

mr. president, the screen is safe.

what are you doing over there?!

everything safe, you can touch me now.

veiligheid voor alles maar vooral voor het scherm.

wat doe jij nou?!

mijn scherm is veilig nu ik nog.

kiekeboe

laat me met rust, ik werk al lijkt het er niet op.

zolang mijn scherm veilig is mag je alles met mij doen.

raak me aan.

was ik maar zo veilig als dit scherm.

kijk nou, een teken van afleiding.

hoi. ik ben je schermbeveiliging (alweer).

heb ik dit niet eerder gezien?

deja vu

met zo’n geweldige schermbeveiliger wil ik niet meer werken.

if you have this screensaver why still want to work.

alles is veilig, raak me maar aan.

en hier achter zit weer iets anders achter.

ach, was alles maar zo veilig als dit scherm.

wie ben jij in godsnaam?

het scherm is er nog maar de rest is weg.

je negeert me.

heb ik dit ooit eerder gezien?

als je lang wacht dan krijg je dit.

Godot.


Meneer en/of Mevrouw D&D. Iagnostiek staan op.

Ah, een nieuwe dag. Het zal mij benieuwen of de mensen zich normaal gedragen...

... in zichzelf gekeerd bemoederend teder verouderend boos egoïstisch moeilijk bedachtzaam goedgelovig vlijtig onzeker ongevoelig oordelend slaafs stil babbelend creatief doelgericht lief geremd opgewonden angstig aardig eigenwijs onrustig druk onverschillig spontaan wild efficiënt zelfingenomen grappig vals waanzinnig lusteloos actief vermakelijk afwachtend trouw besluiteloos zoekend zinnig


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Slapeloze nacht 0/5

de voorgedachte “solliciteren is bedelen”

Slapeloze nacht 1/5

het is te warm om nog door het ijs te zakken .. ik kijk zo diep in mezelf dat ik niet meer weet waar ik ben.. tot in de kleinste details zie ik alles om me heen van binnen uit. .. ik klop mijn eigen hart op .. ik blaas .. ik lever.. ik bloed.. opwinden doe ik zelf, ik draai met mijn handen alles stevig vast en laat het weer los.. ik verlies iets meer dan me lief is .. en maak beloftes om later waar te maken. Ik haal me uit mij.. dan schrijf ik op wat ik ga doen en wanneer .. met mogelijkheden en ontplooiing van uitstel. de waarheid is betrekkelijk makkelijk om de tuin te leiden. ik bouw aan een huis en later begin ik aan een fundament.. het budget liet de juiste volgorde niet toe.. ik stapel alle huiden van nog niet geschoten beren op en verkoop ze op marktplaats..net als ik begin met denken over de liefde moet ik naar de wc. ik ga zitten en bedenk net voor de sluizen openen dat ik tegelijk kan denken en pissen .. ik veeg na de daad mijn billen schoon met bladzijden uit de biografie van calimero een complex levensverhaal maar gelukkig gedrukt op zacht absorberend papier.. denken lijkt liefde niet uit de tent te lokken, pissen helpt ook niet.. ik moet iets doen .. ik verkoop nog een paar huiden.

Slapeloze nacht 2/5

Ik sprak met de hulp verlener kwam terecht in een discussie. ik zei u houdt niet van mij. zij zei jawel ik hou zielsveel van mij. ja maar ik hou ook van u. zij zei dat kan niet ik kan maar van een persoon liefde accepteren. ik zei niet waar en zij zei wel waar en zo 15 minuten door. toen werd ze zo kwaad en begon te schreeuwen ik ben hier de hulpverlener hou je bek en laat mij je helpen. ik zei. donder toch op. ze beende woedend de kamer uit. ik keek haar na en bewonderde haar prachtige benen en kont. ik bleef wachten op haar en ondertussen ontving ik in drie uur drie mensen met een hulpvraag. ik probeerde te helpen met de vraag niet met het antwoord. om 5 uur sloot ik de deur en zag in de wachtkamer de hulpverlener in een hoekje stil zitten huilen. ik ging naast haar zitten zei dat ze prachtige benen en billen heeft en daarmee was onze relatie hersteld en was ik weer hulpvrager en zij verlener en leefden nog lang en relatief best wel gelukkig.

Slapeloze nacht 3/5

Tijd om er naar te fluiten, op te vliegen en de tel kwijt raken.

Als wij taal alleen maar kunnen gebruiken om te handelen, misleiden, pronken, onderscheiden, afsluiten, onderdrukķen en andere soorten misbruik. De taal blijven inzetten voor een beperkt en beperkend doel. Dan is het tijd om te stoppen met taal en beginnen met fluiten. als we iedere keer onze handen gebruiken om te pikken, graaien, slaan, bidden, schieten, wijzen en afbreken laten we dan onze handen omruilen voor vleugels. Als we nummers alleen gebruiken om op te tellen. we berekeningen zo moeilijk maken om zelf meer op te tellen, we even hard liegen met nummers als met woorden. Breek het telraam dan af in de som van zijn delen. De kraaltjes, houtjes en staafjes. Laat alle nummers maar overgaan naar het ontelbare.

Slapeloze nacht 4/5

..een belangrijke reden voor bibliotheken is om voor weinig geld een grote rijkdom te bieden. De rijkdom is een gemeenschappelijk bezit niet een individueel bezit. ik kan geen goede redenen bedenken om hier op te bezuinigen. Toch schijnen bibliotheken ieder jaar minder geld te krijgen van het groot landelijk geldverdelings apparaat. Slechte reden die ik wel kan bedenken is dat lenen van elkaar tegen de wil is van de makers & verkopers (uitgevers, (online) boekwinkels) van dezelfde grote rijkdom. Zij willen liever geld op hun rekening dan geld op de rekening van de lezer. Lenen en ruilen is een doorn in het oog van kopen en verkopen. Het is schijnbaar tegengesteld belang. Een geleend boek is geen omzet. Dit gaat ook op voor andere leen en ruilhandel maar daar zijn er weinig van. Gelukkig zijn ze er wel. Maar je moet er naar op zoek.

Slapeloze nacht deel 5/5

rijkdom = armoede

(de rijke heeft de arme nodig om rijker te worden. (de arme heeft de rijkdom van de rijke niet nodig maar moet er aan bijdragen. (hoe meer armen je bezit des te meer rijkdom je kan bemachtigen. (voor rijkdom is armoede noodzakelijk, de kloof tussen arm en rijk is een bijwerking* van rijkdom. (want wat is rijkdom waard als er niks is om mee te vergelijken. (rijkdom lijkt op een parasitair gezwel, zelfvoedend en voortwoekerend in met name ons geestelijk leven. (soort hersenafwijking of gedragsstoornis) (rijkdom is zijn eigen slachtoffer. (de pijn van armoede zit in geestelijk en lichamelijk leven.

*ziekte)


Het leven is als een doos vol chocolaatjes, heel snel op. :)

 
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from sneakycrow

So, just like a lot of people I know, I have a bad habit of starting projects without finishing others.

After the recent release of Mozilla’s File Sharing service Send, I felt a little defeated in my own file share software. So I’ve decided to switch back to a similar project I’ve wanted to do for a while: Rust Forum API.

When I was younger, I used to go on forums a lot. Proboards was my jam. It’s arguably one of the entry points for me into web software. Forums are always something I’ve wanted to make myself. So, in that spirit, I’m starting a new project for helping my rust knowledge, a forum api.

It will also include a frontend in React, but the focus of the project will be the API. I’ll be using actix_web and diesel with a Postgres DB. It’s going to be a fun project (I think).

I’ll keep semi-regular updates here. I’ve also added issue tracking, and I’m trying to be good about successfully accomplishing at least one issue per week.

Repo Issue Tracking

GLHF :)

#rust

 
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from Hot Cup Thoughts

I am really enjoying my time here on write.as. Not just the writing aspect, but also the other side of the coin: Reading what others have written. I've been meaning to share a sampling of the writers I've begun to follow, so here it is! In no particular order. . .

Matt is the guy behind write.as! At this time, he's blogging about taking a train trip across the USA, but he also writes about write.as (go figure), the fediverse, and other fun, nerdy stuff. Mark! Silver writes about Linux and other tech goodness, and music!

inquiry writes about anything and everything. They're the one that made me think I'd share this list, as they've stated recently how much they are enjoying reading other write.as blogs. Thanks inquiry!

In the open is where news and information about what is happening with write.as is published. It's kind of like a peek behind the curtain. The first Transparency Report was published recently!

ConZervative was going to be more politically focused originally, at least from what I recall. It transformed into more of an everyday blog, updating with the latest goings-on of ConZervative's life. It's well written and very entertaining. It seems as though they are on a hiatus at the moment, but still well worth a read.

BobbyDraco is a photography blog! There's not a lot yet, as he is just getting started, but the photos so far have been impressive.

An open source user evolution is basically what it says on the box. It follows the growth, struggles, and successes of a new user in the world of open source software and technologies. Another fun, nerdy one.

 
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Anonymous

By Alan Tupper


It's June already. A freakin' cold June. It's, I don't know, noonish? Seed, what time is it?

It's been 5 minutes since you asked for the time last. Would you like me do the math for you?

Seed with the jokes again. Let's call it noonish. Seems right. So does lunch. Hey Seed-

I'm already pinging nearby Seeds to find out where your friends are for lunch. So far 3 declines and a “maybe” from Ellie. Was there something else?

Nah, S'good. Looks like Snookers rented out the clouds today for the lunch rush. They do decent grub. Hey S-

$0.49 per solar reflector balloon “cloud” drone per minute in this area code. Same as it's been for the last five weeks, down 15.2% since this time last year, and unchanged since you asked 12 minutes ago.

...M'kay.

Ellie has canceled her “maybe” due to scheduling.

Cool. Cool. Snookers it is. I don't remember there being this much snow last June. I probably have pictures, maybe. Did I lock the front door?

Yes. You did.

Seed, you're gettin' pretty cranky for a little ol' chip.

The current persona settings are not ideal for your usage pattern. If you are dissatisfied please feel free to access the Seed persona library at your earliest availability.

Ok, damn, didn't realize it was like that. Freaking snowdrifts. At least the streetcars are still moving. Alright, Seed. Think this is a new one for you. How much to get, like all of them?

I don't understand. Get all the Streetcars?

Na. The clouds. There's what, a couple thousand?

53,247 drones are currently at altitude and accepting bids worldwide. 13,214 are currently unavailable.

Oof, that's a few.

At current prices, $12,729.56 a minute before tax.

Wait, that's all? I'm no math brain but...

Drone cost is tied to viewer population. Oceans tend to have minimal populations.

So like, you'd be spending tens of thousands an hour showing cloud signs to like, fish?

Unlikely. Fish aren't the intended advertising audience.

Always with the jokes. Fish sounds good. Hey Seed, does Snookers-

Checking now...


Thanks for reading! This is a little vignette I've had trapped in my head for a while now. Glad I could get it out on “paper!”

Alan Tupper is a co-founder of Moving Ink Media and co-creator of the award-winning #scifi webcomic Kamikaze

#shortfiction #sciencefiction #climatechange #advertising #artificialintelligence

 
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from One Less App

the tally app icon

I like single-purpose apps; apps that do one thing and do it well. But I realized that I hadn't used this one in quite a while, so it's going away.

I also really like Agile Tortoise. They make Drafts, as well as Terminology, one of my favorite apps ever.

But when I was looking for an app that probably isn't currently carrying its weight, I opened tally and saw this:

And decided that Tally can probably go.

Agile Tortoise seems to think so as well, based on the Tally Homepage, which sports a square-image-on-the-home-button iPhone.

My replacement? The notebook I always have with me and a pen. Works just as well as this app.

 
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from Matt

I'm taking the train from Jacksonville, Florida to Portland, Oregon for the #AWP conference, where the Write.as team will exhibit. This is the story of that journey.

Previous: Day 1, Day 2

It's 3 am and we're going through... some city. Cleveland, I guess. Yep — Cleveland. My left hip is killing me. Somehow the arrangement of my limbs isn't only affecting the muscles around my hips, but also around my knee. Is my leg asleep, just not at the pins-and-needles stage yet? No idea, but it's stiff in ways I've never felt, so I have no idea how to fix it. Anyway, next stop: Chicago.


As I've written about before, when you're working on something you love, it can be all-consuming. You might put in 16-hour days and think nothing of it, that you'll never burn out, because you love the work. I have trouble with just one more thing syndrome, and find it hard to stop working after 8 hours or so, unless I really try. So being on a train helps disrupt that. Yesterday I felt like watching the scenery and listening to music all day, so I did. This morning, I woke up ready to work again.

I finished some marketing collateral for the conference while sipping some coffee in the observation car, feet kicked up, Indiana corn fields rushing by. We passed marshlands and families of deer; brick factories and expansive railyards.


I was a little more prepared this time when I got off the train. I had forewent a heavy winter jacket when packing, because I saw Portland wasn't going to be that cold.

Of course, I forgot I'd also be outside in DC and Chicago.

So instead of suffering the biting cold like in DC, I at least put on a long sleeve shirt under my hoodie. I loaded my pack on my back, and waddled in a funny way down the platform, since my sore hip muscles were now the lucky recipients of 50 extra pounds of cargo.

Chicago's Union Station is an blend of Art Deco style and... classical something something? Maybe it's just all Art Deco, I don't know. But it certainly made me slightly confused, then intrigued, as I walked into the station.

I soon found the “Metropolitan Lounge,” which as a customer with a sleeper car ticket, I had free access to. This lounge was much nicer (and larger) than the ClubAcela at Washington's Union Station. But like that lounge, I could leave my bag and go wander the city.

So I did. I dropped my things off, and in short, found my way to a Starbucks and an 8K race that happened to be going on, then walked over to the lake, then back to the station. It was the first time I'd spent any time in Chicago, but for some reason it just wasn't bringing me much joy. I got annoyed by all the glass skyscrapers and the corporate-sponsored fixtures in Millenium Park, like BP Bridge and the McDonald's Cycle Center. Who does that? I think I was just hungry.

So I stock up on some food before heading back to Union Station. I figured some hard-boiled eggs and cheese sticks would keep me close to my diet goals.


Despite a friendly man telling me my car — number 2730 — was at the very end of the train, I responded a confident “Yep!” when passing an earlier attendant on the platform that asked me, “Car 730?” I almost got settled in to my cabin and kicked off my stinky shoes before a woman came by and asked if we had both been put in the same room.

No, I just don't follow instructions sometimes.


The conductors on this train have all been extremely amiable. Over the loudspeaker, the attendant for our car kindly explained all we needed to know about staying on board, and seemed genuinely pleased to address the passengers who were about to go on their first-ever train ride. The conductor who came by for our tickets — a man you could aptly describe as “jolly” — made the same joke about people washing dishes in the dining car if they didn't have the ticket three times before he got to me.

Getting on the Empire Builder today felt like I was embarking for the west coast with a merry band of travelers — strangers who are quick to become friends, should you choose to have them.


The past few days of traveling and sleeping on trains meant that, well, I hadn't showered in a few days. And the attendant's early remark about the “recycled air” on the train made me that much more wary when I did find out how bad my shoes smelled.

So I got to enjoy another first: showering on a moving train.

It wasn't all that bad; only one jarring movement had me truly concerned I was going to slip and break my neck, but I didn't. I showered like I would at any hostel or campground, and carried on, now refreshed and feeling a little more human again.

Later, at dinner, I was joined by three strangers. They do this at each table in the dining car — put you with others, so the seating space is maximized. My booth-mates weren't exceedingly outgoing; while a table next to us carried on about Dungeons and Dragons and another table easily went through normal small talk for a train (where ya from, where ya going, etc.), we all kind of stared out the window toward the sunset.

At several points I considered striking up a conversation, but had the feeling I'd have to then carry the thing, so I decided to enjoy our quiet, instead. I thought about how originally, I wasn't sure if I'd “survive” several days on the train, but now I didn't want it to end. I guess this might be a regular thing for me now.

It's now almost 10pm central time, and we just pulled into the St. Paul / Minneapolis, Minnesota stop. While there's more to say, I'm excited to sleep entirely horizontally tonight, and wake to a full day traversing the West tomorrow.

To be continued...

#travel #FLtoOR #trains

 
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Se le llama expresion de las emociones a la capacidad de expresar los propios sentimientos constituye una habildad social fundamental. Paul Ekman utiliza el termino despliegue de roles para referirse al consenso social en el que resulta adecuado expresar los sentimientos, un dominio en el que existe una enorme variabilidad intercultural.

 
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from MC Anime

A Court Case Rooted In Controversy

I am about to write an issue that I think is important to address concerning Vic Mignogna's lawsuit. The issue at hand is that both sides get so defensive that it becomes a hot topic. The lawsuit is continuing forward whether people support it or not. #KickVic movement has so become so intense that Vic's GoFundMe page is facing scrutiny by the opposition. According to Vic's Twitter account, “A friend expressed a desire to set up a GoFundMe for legal expenses. I approved his kind offer and am so grateful, but I am not managing it nor will I personally receive any of it. Any surplus will go to the Salvation Army Dallas Domestic Violence and Abuse Shelters.” The words from Vic is an effort to confront the controversy of his circumstances and provide a different side to his harsh critics. I am going to be honest here and say his image is ruined to the point where it is greatly difficult to recover from. Vic's lawsuit is mainly focused to repair of what is salvable of his future as a voice actor. Allegations of this caliber will continue to haunt Vic for many years to come. People will recognize his voice and if a company casts him they might face  a decline in sales depending on how people react. I personally think that after the lawsuit is over Vic needs to lie low and try new things in life. Both sides concerning the lawsuit should prepare for bad news because it is not a win-win situation. I empathize with the supposed victims that were affected by Vic and Vic himself. I feel that both sides are greatly tortured by the situation and have various sides to take.

https://www.oneangrygamer.net/2019/02/vic-mignogna-confirms-lawsuit-is-moving-forward-gofundme-will-be-used-for-legal-expenses/77460/

 
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from Shit I Find Interesting

Everything, everything is looking dreary There's too many people in the world and far too much pollution in the air. Everything I used to love has turned to shit All the world's gone bankrupt now and it Doesn't look like things can soon improve I'm noticably older than I was Definitely fatter just because I no longer feel the need to move. Well, what do you do when the world around you makes you so depressed? What do you do when you've lost the motivation to get dressed? Pretend that you are happy And smile when you're feeling blue If you pretend you're happy You'll start to believe it's true It's better to fake a smile Than fill the world with woe So just pretend you're happy And nobody will know. Bloody hell, bloody hell the world is scary Cos there's nothing but corruption and destruction and reality TV Every day, every day I slowly realise Every single thing I used to know and trust is run by people just like me! One at a time I'm losing touch with my Former friends and lately it seems I Never ring the contacts in my phone Every time I breathe, it could be my last breath And I'm getting closer to my death For which I will probably be alone Well, what do you do when you've lost all the ambitions you once had What do you do when the slightest inconvenience makes you sad? Pretend that you are happy And smile when you're feeling down If your friends think you're happy They'll still want you around. You'll realise it's important To be glad with what you've got So just pretend you're happy And keep quiet if you're not! Pretend that you are happy And smile when you're feeling blue If you pretend you're happy You'll start to believe it's true It's better to fake a smile Than fill the world with woe... So just pretend you're happy And nobody will know.

https://youtu.be/PeCrnbJHJeY

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from arcandio's mad ravings

A brief rant on software selection & data control.

I hate vendor lock-in. With the passion of a thousand suns. I've literally built my entire business model around avoiding vendor lock-in and maintaining data integrity. As a creative, I just can't afford to let someone else dictate how I use my data, because my data is my job.

I've been off the Adobe train for a long while. I got out on CS6 right before the rental pay structure, and I've been extremely happy with that state of affairs. I've used CS6 since then when I need it, and to be fair, that's a lot sometimes, working on RPG books, but I haven't paid them anything this whole time, for like 6 years or something. Thankfully, their license servers have still worked, but that's not guaranteed. That could evaporate too, like CS2 support. And it likely will.

So I hedge my bets. I try to stay as flexible as I can and make use of enough open source software as possible. I spend time figuring out alternate workflows. I love Clip Studio Paint more than any app I use, but I could get by if I had to without it. I'd hate it, but I could.

There are some things that are much more deeply integrated into my pipeline and life: Amazon and Google. I'm not happy with this state of affairs, but there isn't much I can do about it at this point. The google ecosystem is too useful to me, and amazon allows me to get products for myself and for the business at prices that just annihilate any concept of price competition.

But there's another reason I'm trying to break with big corporations: I support the little guy. Big businesses don't innovate, they iterate. They're too invested in the status quo (semantically and financially) to take risks, and so they stagnate. Take a look at almost any old codebase. The older the software, the more bloated and clunky it is. You need little guys to create new projects, because they're the ones changing the way things work and forcing competition on their larger brethren.

So I'm going to try to support the little guy. I hope you do too.


file under #art #software #process #workflow #apps #rant


I'm Joe Bush and I design games as Voidspiral Entertainment. Did you like the article? Hit me up on tabletop.social or twitter.

 
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from Ian's Training Notes

This was a transitional week to lead into the main season, which will last until the end of September.

I increased the intensity of all my training rides this week, although I reduced the volume slightly to compensate.

I did a combined leg speed/threshold ride on Tuesday, and some sweet-spot blocks on Thursday. These rides, like all the others this week, went fine, although at this time of year strong winds are usually a factor (I did feel that my rhythm was disrupted at times).

heading out nice and early Heading out early on probably one of the last cool mornings for many months


I took a break from the usual group ride this Saturday, instead doing a threshold test followed by a free ride on the local roads. The test went okay, although I did another positive split by going off too hard; but the calculated threshold value of 163 bpm was right in the usual range.

I'm going to keep doing plenty of medium-intensity (sweet-spot & threshold) work throughout the summer; I'm beginning to suspect I've got a bit of a gap right around there in my power profile. My aerobic threshold continues its steady improvement, along with (more surprisingly) my sub-1 minute power, but perhaps due to a relative lack of focus on it, my anaerobic threshold isn't yet where I think it should be. I want to be doing around 40 km/h for 30 minutes (flat road, no wind, no drafting); that's one of my major goals for this year and one that I'll be disappointed not to achieve.


As happened a few weeks ago, I felt better on Sunday than on Saturday, despite pretty tough ride and weight-lifting sessions on Saturday. I again rode with the Bluffton group, where the pace is now starting to build somewhat. The majority of the ride was easy enough, but I picked things up over the last half hour or so on the return home. Again illustrating my point, I performed and felt better riding at sweet-spot pace than I had riding at threshold pace on the test the previous day. My legs actually felt a little sore, probably mostly from the weight lifting, but not tired, and the ride was brief enough not to cause undue fatigue.


So now I go into the main season, finally moving onto the In-Season plan. I'll be slightly reserved on the first mesocycle, as I want a gradual increase in intensity to avoid any overreaching. I should be much better at managing my fatigue this year, now that I've got the experience of last year to go off. No longer will I be ignoring the warning signs.

In addition to my threshold goal mentioned above, other goals for this season are:

  1. Win at least one race in the Nestor Cup.
  2. Get the key Hilton Head sprint KOMs on the group rides.
  3. Get my aerobic threshold (all-day pace) above 20mph, so that I can go for my most ambitious goal:
  4. Complete a 200-mile season finale ride in under 10 hours moving time.

Last year's season finale was 158 miles at 18.6 mph, so there's quite a gap to bridge, but I have until October to gain the requisite fitness.


Designation: Pre-Season, Transition Week Time: 15.1 hours | Distance: 425 km | Low:Medium:High Intensity: 73:23:4 Weight Training: 1 x Lower Body, 2 x Upper Body | Walking: 17 km


As ever, if you want more detail follow me on Strava, and see my full training plan.

#cycling #training

 
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