from Lastige Gevallen in de Rede

Van Voorbijgaande Aard slaat bij de beesten af

De ijsbeer moet het ijs ontberen wolven kunnen zich alleen met volle maan verweren de reiger staat het padje te verteren de sidderaal is weliswaar niet aangesloten op het netwerk maar haalt stroom uit de stroming het aardvarken heeft na het dagelijks gewroet last van beving een ringstaartmaki overweegt aanschaf van een extra ring de hele zomer wordt gedragen door één zwaluw de laatste nog levende dodo familie is vreselijk schuw de zee is niet langer onstuimig maar ruw alle schreeuwapen blijven een week lang stil een kikker ontwikkelt een allergie voor dril een andere vogel overweegt haar ei te verleggen naar juni of april de poolvos wisselt wel zeker van pool baby's groeien eerst als kool vissen klappen uit de school een zebra ligt in onmacht omdat hij per ongeluk op zijn eigen strepen ging staan chimpansees zijn niet langer de pisang maar de banaan de maan moet op zoek naar een nieuwe baan oesters zweten parels, diamanten slijpen zichzelf en klieren pesten het noorden, zuiden en oosten raken buiten westen in de speeltuin komen de eerste wipkippen uit het wipei voor de bij horen sommige bloemen er wel bij andere niet de waterslang loopt met een sisser af koren zingen luid jubelend over de scheiding met het kaf water valt in eigen graf het nekje is er af bij de giraffe wolken moeten altijd alles overdrijven en herdenkers stoppen weer met schrijven ...

 
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from chaosorc

Chelsea sat and stared at the picture of the mess on the dating app. She pulled her arms and legs in, looked occasionally at Logan and licked her lips. She thought about what she would reply with and typed a message a couple of times, confident Mark was not online.

She pressed the sleep button on her phone and the screen went dark. She sat and looked at his dark phone sitting on the bed, listened to him breathing. She plugged his phone into the charging wire and put her feet on the dirty floor, collected her clothing and got ready to leave.

She walked out of Logan's room with her backpack on both shoulders and holding her phone in one hand. Paul sitting on the couch watching a crime documentary, she waived two fingers at him and pushed an earbud into her ear, completing the set and blocking him out. He had a mouth full of cereal and the bowl in both hands, raised it slightly and nodded.

She turned to face the door and a disgusted look spread across her face. She started the music on her phone and then pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway.


She waited for her ride listening to her music, texted Lacy and let her know she was coming. Mario Blue Hyundai Sonata dropped her off. She dodged kids on the lawn and made her way to the dormitory, gracefully dodging guys and maintaining the confident look that drove most of them out of her path. Her backpack sagged, barely anything in it, converse and blue jeans, casual sweatshirt unzipped revealing Logan's flannel shirt. Hair still tousled from their night together.

Just inside the front doors a young girl with flat hair stopped her.

Hi Chelsea

Lacy

Didn't expect to see you here so early

Or you so late

They looked eachother up and down.

Time for a shower

She tried to move past her but Lacy stepped in the way.

What time is study time?

Six

Tonight?

Yeah

See you then, she moved out of her way.

Chelsea threw everything in a pile on the hamper including her backpack and ran the water as hot as her skin would tolerate. She scrubbed with a loofa sponge, she turned pink and when she was drying off she paused, worried she might not be able to conceal it.

She looked at the message from Mark on her phone while she picked at a bowl of granola, blueberries, and oat milk. It brought back her appetite and she twirled the spoon on her tongue thinking about it.


Black pickup truck, bent frame, full of trash. Meghan in the back seat with the bags from the store, pouring box wine for everyone into red plastic cups. She's also texting with Cindy about Jere.

Freed is in the driver's seat.

They drop Meghan off at her house and go back to Freed's place.

It's your turn to wear the stockings

He smirked and took off his pants, he was already erect and red.

Been thinking of me

He purred an affirmation and stepped around her to the dresser, producing a pair of webbed stockings.

Once they were on and he stood up Freed grabbed his shoulders and kissed him. She pushed him back on the bed and ran her hands up under his shirt.

She gripped his dick and undid her pants slowly.

She lifted his legs and then let them slide down from her shoulders to her elbows, kissing the back of his knees and inner thighs. Then, she gripped him again and slowly penetrated him. He gasped and wriggled trying to get her to go deeper and faster but she gripped his thighs.

What do you think you're doing

Come on I need it

Settle down, Davin, she smiled.

After he climaxed she made him watch as she licked her hands and then moved to his stomach. He continued to moan and grope at her but she could tell he was tired and the day was catching up with him.

She lay next to him and watched him slowly fade out as she masturbated.


After work Collin pulled up to his house in the beat up sedan. He had to park on the street because there were four vehicles crowding his driveway.

He went up the side of the driveway, one foot crunching on gravel, and opened the side door to the garage. He fetched his bicycle and rode it though the street.

It was dusk but the skate park was well lit by overhead lights, almost blinding when it got darker out. He put his hand to his brow and scanned the skate park, settling on a cluster of girls watching two boys take turns skating out and doing a trick then skating back to them.

He rode around the park so he wouldn't disrupt anyone else. Fathers with their helmeted sons, metal scooters and rollerblades, boards and a few bicycles here and there.

Sup, Forest?

Ay Collin

They watched Dash push his way out to a rail and then kick his board up onto it, sliding sideways and then stumbling off, throwing his arms out wildly.

The girls clapped and yelled at him, go Dash

Hi Celeste, he smiled shyly.

Hey Collin, she pushed her hair out of her face and looked up at him, smiling with extremely white teeth.

The other girl couldn't take her eyes off Dash as he weaved between people on his skateboard, pushing his way back to her.

Sup Olive

She ignored him, lost in Dash as he approached. He pretended he couldn't stop and waved his arms but then put his foot down and stopped about a foot away.

Getting better, Dash

Thanks

He pulled a vape out of his pocket and tugged at it then handed it to her.

Dash and the girls left and Forest was sitting next to Collin watching the people at the park slowly dissipate. It was getting dark and cold, the mosquitos were out.

They were quiet for a long time and when there were only three people left Collin said, I recently realized how much of my life I've wasted.

What

Yeah, playing games, masturbating, even coming here

Nah man this is not a waste

What are you getting out of it

Seeing my friends

For what

Forest turned and looked him in the eye.

What's wrong with you

I'm just lonely, man

So what you need a chick

It would help

Forest looked him up and down.

Well what are you doing here

What do you mean

You gotta find chicks your own age man, these are like high school girls

I know

Download some apps or speed date or some shit and get rid of that fucking bicycle


Angela pushed the shopping cart through the vegetable and bread area of the store and rounded the refrigerated cheese and meat display. There was an area cluttered with stacks of wine bottles, wooden barrels with sprigs of wood shavings like pubic hair inside.

There was a bar and people were sitting at tables in chairs that were made of black iron. They all had gray hair, were dressed like it was a casual day at work or maybe cowboy style with brown boots, rolled up blue jeans, red and blue checker flannels. They were all paired up and talking. It was quite a din and she paused to absorb it.

She heard footsteps and turned, one of the gray hair clones approached, hi I'm Lionel

Angela

He held out his hand to shake and she just looked at it.

It's nice to meet you

You too. What is this

Wine tasting event, we also practice speeches

At the supermarket

At the supermarket, he smiled

She looked at them for a moment and then back to him, he looked serious and older, a mature haircut and clean shaven.

Well I need to finish shopping

Okay, but first can I get your number?

She looked at him and felt embarrassed, no, I'm sorry.

No problem

He turned on his heel and walked the other way, his face reddening.

She pushed the cart around the cheese and meat kiosk and went the other way, to the back of the store by the butcher and seafood.

 
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from Flat Mountain Dispatches

Whip-cracking tendons as the saw meets the top of the axe cut wedge. Releasing the tension stored in the heartwood. I move back a safe distance; the tree writhing in place. One second stretching under the strain of gravity. The trunk giving with a great crack; the two cuts creating a fibrous hinge that directs its fall. An ankle-rattling thud as the wood-hewn giant slams to ground.

▽ | #journal

 
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from An Open Letter

Tomorrow is all of my remaining finals, and also the due date for my projects and paper. After tomorrow I’m done, and I’ve done it.

R – 3 breaths + 432Hz – Destroy Unconscious Blockages and Negativity, Healing Meditation Music, Binaural Beats

E – I had a good day today, and I somewhat interacted with several friends. I think I’m just more or less happy.

S – Be proud of the work I’ve done and the person I’ve become.

T – Go get ready for bed and sleep well tonight.

 
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from mimo

Le titre du billet d’aujourd’hui pourrait être un slogan pour cette Journée mondiale du recyclage. Un slogan qui viserait les entreprises qui nous vendent des produits non recyclables. Il faut savoir que la quantité de matières non recyclables va en augmentant. Quant à la matière recyclable, moins de la moitié (47%) arrivait à l’étape du conditionnement”) et du trie en 2021, pour ensuite être recyclée.

#Économie #Environnement #Recyclage

Celles et ceux qui comme moi ont connu l’époque où tout était jeté et se ramassait dans un centre d’enfouissement ou même carrément dans le fond des lacs et rivières, voire même dans les forêts, se diront que 47%, c’est mieux que rien.

Sauf qu’à la même époque, on jetait beaucoup moins et on réparait pas mal plus.

Selon les derniers chiffres du Ministère de l’Environnement, de la Lutte contre les changements climatiques, de la Faune et des Parcs du Québec, il y a beaucoup de pertes dans l’ensemble de ce qu’on consomme.

Les Québécoises et les Québécois produisent en moyenne 25 tonnes de matières résiduelles non dangereuses chaque minute. En dépit des efforts de sensibilisation et des moyens offerts à la population, aux municipalités, aux institutions, aux commerces et aux industries pour réduire leur production de biens et valoriser leurs résidus, une quantité encore trop importante de produits de consommation finissent leur vie dans les lieux d’élimination. (Source)

Le terme matières résiduelles non dangereuses implique qu’il y en a qui sont dangereuses.

En septembre 2023, l’Ordre des juristes du Québec sonnaient l’alarme dans un communiqué, dénonçant le manque d’encadrement des individus responsables de leur mise en œuvre et d'assurer la protection du public.

À propos des matières dangereuses, une des raisons pour laquelle si peu de déchets plastiques sont recyclés (à peine 9% selon l’OCDE), c’est la présence d’additifs chimiques dont plusieurs sont nocifs pour la santé humaine.

Vous souvenez-vous des 3R (réduction à la source, réemploi, recyclage)? On insiste beaucoup sur le dernier R, alors que ce sont les deux autres qui devraient plutôt être mis de l’avant. J’allais oublié le V comme valorisation.

En janvier 2022, le Bureau d’audiences publiques sur l’environnement (BAPE), constatant une nette augmentation de l’enfouissement de déchets au Québec, recommandait d’adopter des politiques plus ambitieuses de réduction à la source.

Cette recommandation allait dans le sens du mémoire qu’Équiterre avait présenté au BAPE dans le cadre de son enquête sur la gestion et l’élimination des résidus ultimes.

Le problème fondamental, c’est la religion de la croissance dont je parlais dans mon billet du 17 février dernier (La fin de la croissance?).

Comme le souligne le Centre national de la recherche scientifique (CNRS) de la France dans un article paru justement en cette Journée mondiale du recyclage:

La résolution de la crise mondiale des déchets ne se limite pas au recyclage. C’est l’ensemble du cycle de vie des matières, de leur extraction jusqu’à leur réutilisation, qu’il faut repenser. La recherche, moteur de l’économie circulaire

En somme, c’est l'économie qu’il faut qu’on recycle.

 
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from Roscoe's Story

Monday 18/Mar/2024

Prayers, etc.: • 05:00 – Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel • 06:00 – the Angelus • 07:15 – Praying the Joyful Mysteries of the Holy Rosary, followed by The Memorare • 12:00 – the Angelus • 17:00 – Thought for today from Archbishop Lefebvre: All of the Old Testament was preparing the sacrifice of our Lord: the lamb immolated before the flight out of Egypt and the blood applied to the lintel of the doors of the Hebrews' houses to spare them from death by the exterminating angel; the sacrifice of Isaac by Abraham; all of those sacrifices took place as a foreshadowing of the sacrifice of our Lord. They were figures of the greatest event which could ever occur in the history of humanity: the bodily death of the Creator of the entire universe. • 17:15 – Daily Prayer to Saint Joseph During the Month of March. • 18:00 – the Angelus • 19:50 – The hour of Compline for tonight according to the Traditional Pre-Vatican II Divine Office, followed by Fr. Chad Rippberger's Prayer of Command to protect my family, my sons, my daughter and her family, my granddaughters and their families, my great grandchildren, and everyone for whom I have responsibility from any demonic activity. – And that followed by the Sunday Prayers of the Association of the Auxilium Christianorum.

Health Metrics: • bw=223.70 lbs • bp= 121/70 (68)

Diet: • 06:30 – 1 banana, 2 egg salad sandwiches • 09:30 – applesauce • 13:00 – meatloaf, white bread • 17:00 – plate of fried bananas

Chores, etc.: • 05:00 – listen to local news talk radio • 06:15 – monitor bank accounts activity • 07:40 – Mel K & Anton Chaitkin | Staring into the Abyss: The Malevolence of Weaponizing Humanity to Destroy Each Other – The Mel K Show • 08:00 – start my weekly laundry • 09:00 – Bannon's War Room • 12:00 – watch old eps. of Wheel of Fortune • 15:00 – Following the Rangers / Mariners game, (and napping) • 18:00 – watch local news and weather • 18:30 – new ep. of Wheel of Fortune • 19:00 – The Absolute Truth With Emerald Robinson March 18, 2024

Chess: • 08:30 – moved in all pending CC games

posted Monday 18/Mar/2024 ~20:15 #DLMAR2024

 
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from davepolaschek

Not really posole, but it’s in the same family. And the recipe I started with was a posole-like soup that people from northern New Mexico would recognize. Anyway, it’s been changed, but we like it.

Serves: 4-6

Time: 6-8 hours

Active Time: 30 minutes

Ingredients

  • 1 C chicos
  • 4 C chicken stock
  • 1 Tbsp cooking oil or bacon grease
  • 1 pound beef stew meat, cut into ½-¾ inch cubes
  • ½ Tbsp ground ancho chile powder
  • ½ Tbsp ground Chimayo chile powder
  • ½ Tbsp onion powder
  • Salt and black pepper
  • 15oz can diced tomatoes
  • 1 bag frozen peas and carrots mix

Directions

  • Place chicos and chicken stock into a 4.5 quart crock pot.
  • Cook on high for 1 hour, then low for 3 hours, stirring occasionally.
  • Season beef with salt and pepper, and sprinkle with chile powders.
  • Brown beef in a medium skillet with about a tablespoon of oil or bacon fat.
  • Add beef, tomatoes, and onion powder to the crock pot.
  • Deglaze skillet with a can of water, then add to the crock pot.
  • Continue to cook on low for an hour or more.
  • 1 hour before serving time, add peas and carrots and stir. Add salt to taste.
  • Serve with sour cream, soft tortillas and maybe some cilantro or purslane.

#recipe #soup #posole #stew

 
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from chaosorc

How are you doing?

How's it going?

Hello cutie. What are you up to?

How are you feeling?

How was your day?

How was work?

What's going on tonight?

What are you doing?

When are you off work?

When can we get coffee?

She opened and closed message after message trying to clear all the notifications but they just kept coming. She was looking for a specific kind of message, one that said more than just a passing interest. Something that someone took awhile to craft or that said something.

You will beg me to stop.

She paused, almost missed it, everything was so bland she was becoming distracted, listening to the news play on the television while she dismissed the notifications. She selected the profile of Mark 27, nearby. She saw his corgi and smiled.

Mark, tell me about the corgi.

She texted Mary, chat?

Mary called.

Hello

Hello there

Would you ever date a guy who said, you will beg me to stop.

What? Like stop what?

On the dating app

That's his opener?

She smirked and tried not to giggle, yes

Oh Jenny, I don't know

He has a corgi

What?

You know, the dog. A corgi.

Was that in his opener too? You'll ask me to stop while my corgi watches.

They laughed, Mary stopped laughing before Jenny did.

I'm feeling a little euphoric

That's danger

Whatever

Jenny

Alright I'll pick the next one that isn't, how are you

What are you up to

They traded the questions back and forth in a mocking then monotone voice, robot men asking the same robot questions.

She swiped a few more and read them aloud to Mary and then arrived at the opener, want to listen to records? I wonder what life was like for people before all the notifications on their phones and television.

She replied, I think about people's lives before technology too, how did they keep track of appointments and what their conversations sounded like when they couldn't react with a laughing face or a thumbs up.

She sent the message and sat there feeling nothing. She could hear clicking and cursing from Mary's end, he's really going for it tonight

At least he's playing with friends

No more playing with himself

Not on the console at least


It's a movie date

They meet in front of the theater, he is there first this time. He doesn't look a whole lot like his picture. She asks for a hug and he is doughy.

Didn't your profile say you like camping and hiking and shit?

Woah, potty mouth

It's how I talk

I also like kayaking

She stepped back from him and looked him up and down.

Tell me about the movie

It is about a woman who rents a house online and when she gets there someone is already renting it. She ends up crashing there because she can't find another one and

No, I mean is it a rom com or a horror com or a com com or what

It's a horror movie

Is it funny

I guess

Cool

He bought tickets and they went inside, he opened the door for her.

Can we get some popcorn?

Movie is about to start.

She stood there looking at the concession stand, the lines, the slow moving clerks filling up bags of popcorn or fishing hotdogs off the rolling metal heat cylinders and dumping them in fresh hotdog buns.

Fine.

They sat through about twelve minutes of commercials and finally the movie started.

Looks like my room

He didn't react.

Looks like my closet

He looked at her and smiled but seemed nervous.

Looks like my tits

He didn't look at her, put his hand to his mouth and seemed to be regretting not getting her popcorn.

She stopped talking until the movie was over.

Well, that was a real one

He had laughed several times during the film, she sat quietly and looked from the screen to him and back, waiting for it to end.

Yeah, it's one of my favorite films actually

Why?

They walked out to the edge of the concrete in front of the theater, standing next to where the asphalt and parking lot began.

It was cool meeting you

Likewise

Hope to see you again

We should

He leaned in awkward, she leaned away, careful there buddy you'll hurt yourself.

She held out her arms slightly and he hugged her, then kissed her cheek.

She turned her head and her hair kept him from seeing her gnash her teeth and roll her eyes.

Bye, she waved a cartoon hand, pivot on her elbow

Later

She got home and her phone buzzed, the dating app notification said, had a great time. She left it on delivered.


Jenny laying in bed clearing the dating messages again. Hello, how are you, hi there, howdy, how are you, what do you do for fun, what kind of coffee do you like, what's your favorite drink, do you like the outdoors, do you prefer cats or dogs.

I have a fuck doll named Jenny. Real name?

She opened the profile to make sure it wasn't Mark again. It was someone with a cartoon drawing of a fox head on a brown background. She blocked it.

What's your favorite book? Mine is Dune because

She didn't read the rest just replied, a reader? Story of the Eye.

Never heard of it, the reply was almost immediate.

What are you doing up?

What are you doing up?

Jinx

They chatted into the night and he finally asked, when can we meet?

She gave him a couple of days and time that worked and he picked one.

She approached the doors to the tavern and to her surprise one came slowly open. She stepped in and looked and he was standing behind the door smiling.

Edward

Jenny

Nice to finally meet you.

Likewise.

He leaned in and hugged her.

They sat at the table and she was nervous, jogged her leg and couldn't sit still. He pretended not to notice but a couple of times he brushed her leg with his.

Oops. Sorry. Not really sorry. My fault.

The excuses became more playful, part of a flirting ritual between topics in their conversation.

He walked her to her car and she hugged him for a bit longer than their initial embrace. He smelled her hair and she could hear it but she closed her eyes and smiled and let him. She got in her car and he stood and waved, he looked like he was a bit dizzy from the experience.

Drive safe

I will

Text me when you get home

OK

At home she texted, aw thank you and I made it home safe, with a smiling tongue emoji.

He replied, thank you, sleep well.

Second date

She walked into the bar and out of the cold. It was busy with noise, people seated at plastic fold-out tables on metal fold-out chairs setting up board games, introducing themselves, reviewing the rules.

She sat at the bar, what will you have?

The bartender was thin, graying, with a flat top and goatee, a labret piercing split his lip and when he turned to fetch her drink it looked like he might have had a septum piercing with no jewelry installed.

He handed her the drink, Evan

Jenny

Are you going to play, Jenny

She paused for a moment and then realized he was asking about the games behind her.

I'm waiting for a friend.

A date?

She blushed, second.

Well, good luck, he looked at her knowingly and scrubbed at a glass with a dish cloth, then realized what he was doing and smirked, turning his back and returning to the sink.

She was halfway into her drink when she texted, is everything OK?

She looked up and a man who looked like he ate his grandfather and wore his clothes was standing there. He put one foot on the low bar rail and she saw argyle socks. She looked up and met his eyes, Miles.

He offered his hand in a strange way that made her feel like he wanted her to kiss his hand. She shook it and his hand was soft and reminded her of wet sock.

Jenny

What brings you to the game cavern, Jenny

Uh games

Me too, me too. Are you playing any game in particular?

No just waiting for a friend

You've been waiting a while

She took a sip of her drink and nodded.

Are you sure he's gonna come

I don't know

I hope he's alright

Me too

Well I'm going to go get in on Canasta

Sounds good

Socials?

She watched him pull his phone out of his inner jacket pocket, unlock it with his face, then set it down in front of her, his rubber phone case made a slight fart sound as it slid on the bar.

She looked at the search page and there were several male singers, all from the nineteen seventies, and a couple of women she did not recognize, she searched for her profile and pressed the follow button, it changed to requested.

Nice meeting you, he tipped his hat

Likewise

Back at home on the phone with Mary again, eating cereal in the living room, reality television playing with subtitles, the volume turned down.

What a strange fuckin cat

Strange dude

What are you gonna do?

She looked at the request, tapped the profile picture, his profile was also private. She tapped the ellipsis in the corner and chose block.

Blocked

Farewell Miles

I set you free


Date number four

Mary replied, four's a charm

A lucky charm

It is Saint Patrick's Day

Week

The week of green

Tell us about the lucky guy, Mary did a terrible Irish accent.

Oh boy, let me pull him up.

Whip him out, lassie.

Stop, they laughed.

OK he, oh my god

What

His profile says, short term relationship open to long, will love you long time.

Gross

How did I miss that

Too late now, you gonna ghost

No, we have been chatting and he's not that bad

He didn't offer to suck

No he did not offer to suck me

Well what's in store for the lucky lad then

You asshole

Mary waited.

Mall date.

Oh no does he not have an adult job

He does but he's off on Wednesday

Grand

Yeah it's the usual, turd gets yogurt

Turd gets the rope

Mary.

She parked by the book store and walked through the concrete corridor next to the theater. She walked past glass front restaurants and boutique shops, exercise bicycles and reclining vibrating fake leather chairs.

A skinny kid with dyed black hair, glasses with the invisible frames, and dull gray eyes was looking up at the clouds. She recognized the shirt he said he would be wearing, it said TROLLIN and had the outline of a troll doll flipping the bird with both hands.

Atticus?

Jenny

He smirked at her, looking sideways, then took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Sorry, it's bright out.

Is that your real name?

Is Jenny yours

I uh

Go on

Jenny is a real name

So is Atticus

So you say

He held out one of his arms, the other had a bracelet and lots of chains on it, she could hear it jingling under the long sleeve that he had pinched over his clutched hand.

What's up?

They stopped and looked at his hand.

Rings, he wriggled his fingers and his hand came out, all five of his fingers had rings with strange round balls on the tops of them like a body piercing.

Based

She leaned in and hugged him close, he was so skinny she could feel his ribs, she was tempted to tickle him.

He reacted like he was being tickled, curling his body over and pressing his shoulder on top of hers, turning his head away, and eventually twisting her loose from him and turning sideways, stepping away, lets go.

Oh, where to?

Computer store.

Verbose.

It was getting dark at the mall, just after dusk. They sat eating gelato under an outdoor heater that served as a lamp, she had the stuffed toy dog under her arm, smiling wide. He had holes poked in his sleeves, hooked over his thumbs, his nails painted black. He picked at the ice cream with the red plastic spoon and watched her.

What?

You look good.

Thanks, she blushed.

We should go somewhere

Where?

Secondary location

Is that a bar or something

You never watch those crime documentaries

No why

Oh well it was a joke but it's where an abductor takes you to commit their crimes uninterrupted

She laughed and ice cream almost spilled out of her mouth

He uncrossed his legs slightly and tilted his head down so he could look directly at her, a smirk spread across his face.

Well?

Fuck it, lets go

He held out his hand and took her ice cream, put them in the trash and walked next to her, they got to her car and he messaged her the address.


She pulled up and saw his car at the back of the lot. She drove slowly and looked around. There were cars parked neatly, most were respectfully far from one another, none parked on the white paint lines that marked the lot. She got out of her car and he was still in his, doing something on his phone. She leaned against her car and watched people approach the bouncer, each person had to present an invitation in order to be let inside.

Hey

He had snuck up on her somehow, was standing right next to her, his sleeves rolled up now and she could see scars criss-crossed his forearms, barely concealed under leather bracelets with large silver rings on one arm. His other arm had black gauze pinned with a silver medical clasp. For a moment she thought it was a cast.

What happened

We're late

He started walking and she jogged to catch up, watching his face, he looked like he was concerned about traffic in the parking lot, he glanced back at her a couple of times.

When they reached the door man he produced a white envelope, it looked like he had it stuffed in the front of his pants. The bouncer looked at it and passed it back.

Atticus strained to push the door open and she squeezed in almost sideways, her back pushing against plywood that made a strange hollow sound and shook. He stepped in and it was almost completely dark, their eyes adjusted. At the end of the hallway was what looked like a garbage bag, hanging and shiny. He held it open, after you.

 
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from yourintrinsicself

Purpose & Presence

For most of my life I lived for purpose. What can I do to help? How can I advance the agenda? What noble cause might I push forward?

As I grow older (and wiser I pray) I find myself pondering if it may well have been presence I was seeking all along. Or maybe I was running away from it. Either way it sure does seem to be at the center of it all.

I used to think I could be purposeful without being present. I was wrong.

Funny thing, though. Turns out I can be present without being purposeful.

Where are you acting out of purpose when it might be presence calling you?

 
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from Noisy Deadlines

Journaling is a habit I started in 2013. I talk more about my initial experience here.

For some time, I was doing shorter entries, like “The 5 Minute Journal” style, where I would have a template to write daily on Evernote. That was 2017.

It was also the year I moved to Canada and lots of things changed in my life. I stopped using Evernote and moved to other tools. And when I moved away from that initial template, I wanted to write more freely. So, I started writing longer entries, “Morning Pages” style.

Since then, journaling is a part of my daily routine. During the worst of the COVID pandemic I struggled to keep it regular, but I did my best. I tried some journaling services like Journey and 750 Words. I tried using a private blog in Write.as to journal. Now I journal using Standard Notes, which I love!

I never liked the idea of using a public blog to journal private thoughts, but that's just me. My inner critic is still strong, and I must constantly tell him (yeah, I don't know why, my inner critic is a guy) to go away and just let it be. When I'm journaling, I want to be as free as possible, that's why I journal privately. I really like how the website 750 Words describes journaling:

I don't need to title my entries, or tag them, or enable comments, or any of that other stuff. This is writing, and it's online, but it's not blogging, or Twittering, or Facebook status updating. This is between you and you. — 750 Words

It's been a couple of years since I've been focusing on consolidating journaling as a daily activity for me.

I'm off to a good start in 2024 🤘:

My process:

  • I protect time in the morning, before I leave to work (it could be anytime, but that's what works for me). I plan my morning routine so that I will have 10 to 30 minutes to write. Sometimes less, sometimes more. All that matters is having this pocket of time protected.
  • I do it always at the same place: on my laptop at my home office, using the app Standard Notes. I use the Standard Notes “Daily Notebook” feature with a customized note title format. It's easy to open my notebook and go right to the note of the day.
  • I set up a timer to start writing and stop when it's over. Simple as that.

Since I started writing daily, I feel lighter. I feel like I'm living more intentionally. Days are not passing by so quickly.

Because writing is an exercise in being grateful. In remembering the good things. In learning with my errors. In forgiving myself. Daily journaling has helped me go through grief and process my emotions. It's a good mini therapy session!

Sometimes I will journal when I'm feeling overwhelmed and stressed at work. Sometimes I just need to do a quick mind sweep in the middle of the day to regroup and move on. So, I open the note I started in the morning and just write some more (I can access Standard Notes via web at work).

And the space I have for journaling is all private. It's a space where I can write whatever, it's not to be censored or edited. It's an exercise to clear my mind, a true brain dump. I usually get ideas to write on my blog from these journaling sessions. Sometimes I start a draft in my journal, which will then be transformed into a blog entry.

My plan is to journal every day, a little or a lot, it doesn't matter. I don't force myself for it to be 750 words or 3 pages long or whatever. I just write how much I feel like that day. Sometimes it's a note saying how I'm feeling now. And that's enough.

I think journaling has now become more than a habit, it's a daily practice to nurture my mental health and creativity.

Post 89/100 of 100DaysToOffload challenge!

#100DaysToOffload #100Days #NoisyMusings #journaling #journal

 
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from Mothergood

i am broken in two so sad for this world and each step you go through. my heart sits in the pit of my stomach, churning restricted oxygenation, threatening tears burning

they don't deserve souls like yours they can't begin to understand mistakes you'll make, but minds like yours stand tall, take it in, learn, experience to expand.

i know our journey has barely begun yet i fear i don't have the grit needed to help us navigate, i'm tired and defeated by my own experiences unchecked egos, in pain, incinerating everything in their wake, desecrate.

i've been training all my life for depth and meaning, cultivating skills found deeply embedded in the tectonic planes, but i fall short, i miscalculated, such unpredictably shallow terrain.

i lack the competence of how to pilot the surface to hold your hand through this forsaken climb. i am so so sorry for failing you, i have no clue what to do, but i promise i won't stop, not ever, growth in endless refine.

@mothergood

#poetry #tween #thisagesucks

 
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from ldstephens

I’ve been keeping my journal in Day One since 2016 with over 600 entries.

The one feature that keeps me hooked on Day One is “On This Day a built-in memory machine for my journal. It automatically surfaces entries I’ve added on the current date in past years, taking me on a journey down memory lane every morning.

 
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from Kroeber

#001633 – 24 de Fevereiro de 2024

O documentário sobre o Herzog começa com a frase, usada com pertinente sentido de humor e lucidez, “based on a true story”.

 
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from Telmina's notes

先日、PCやゲーム機の音声をヘッドセットに出力するために使用していた「Sound Blaster GC7」が故障したことを受けて、買い換えという形でヤマハのオーディオミキサー「ZG01」を購入しました。

 Windows PCやNintendo Switchでは何ら問題なく使え、Macでもセキュリティ・レベルを落とすというリスクはあるもののどうにか使えることを確認出来ました。

 ところが問題はPlayStation 5。

 既にPS5とモニタの接続をHDMI 2.1(4K/120Hz)でおこなっているため、そのクォリティを下げずにゲームを楽しみたかったのですが、どうやら「ZG01」を介す場合はどうあがいても無理であるようです。


ヤマハ「ZG01」

 そもそも、「ZG01」のHDMIは4K/60Hz止まりであるようで、PS5をフルスペックで楽しもうとすると、HDMI接続は使い物になりません。

 ならば、「Sound Blaster GC7」のように音声をUSB経由で入力すれば問題ないのではと思ったのですが、どうやら「ZG01」では、USB経由での音声信号入力は、専用ドライバを導入可能なWindows PCやMacのみ対応していて、ゲーム機からの出力には応じないようです。

 「ZG01」をNintendo Switchと接続したときは最初からHDMIを用いていたので全く気づいていなかったのですが、PS5とUSB接続した状態では、ヘッドセットからは全く音が出ませんでした。もちろん音声以外のUSB接続機器については特に問題ありませんでした。

 仕方ないので、8K対応(これならば4K/120Hzにも対応しているはず)のHDMI分配器を探してみたのですが、リアル店舗(ヨドバシカメラ)ではそもそも見つけることが出来ませんでした。「切替器」ならあるのですが、それでは全く意味がありません。あくまで映像は4K/120Hzで楽しみつつ、音声だけ「ZG01」から取り出したいのです。

 さらにネットの情報で自分は絶望を味わっています。

 8K対応のHDMI分配器の情報を探していたところ、自分は下記の記事にたどり着きました。

 「お! やっぱり8K対応のHDMI分配器、ちゃんとあるじゃん。これで勝つる!」と一瞬でも思った私は大甘でした。マックスコーヒー並みに甘いです。

 記事の内容から、分配するだけならば問題なさそうなのですが、ここに落とし穴が。

どちらかに解像度やリフレッシュレートが低いものがつながれた場合、低い方に合ってしまう。

 ウボァー!

 ここで、4K/60Hzで我慢するという選択肢は、私にはありません。そもそもPS5の4K/120Hz出力に対応させるために今使っているモニタを買ったのですから。

 これでは、修理に出した「Sound Blaster GC7」が戻ってきたら、そちらを復帰させて大枚叩いて買った「ZG01」のほうを使用停止させるか、もしくはWindows PCとNintendo Switch(と、まだ繋いでいないけどレトロフリーク)の時だけ「Sound Blaster GC7」を使い、MacBook ProやPS5を使うときは意図的に「Sound Blaster GC7」を通すようにするというクソ面倒くさい運用にするしかなくなります。

 ただ、「Sound Blaster GC7」は既に2度故障しているので、正直これを使わずに済むなら済ませたいです。

 あと、先ほどの参考記事では、AVアンプの購入も勧められていますが、HDMI分配機能付きでなおかつ特定の出力端子側のみダウンコンバートしてくれるようなものってあるのでしょうかね? 気が向いたらそっちも調べてみようと思いますが、故障のリスクにおびえながら「Sound Blaster GC7」を使うほうがまだ気が楽なのかも…。

#2024年 #2024年3月 #2024年3月19日 #お買い物 #YAMAHA #ZG01 #CREATIVE #SoundBlaster #SoundBlasterGC7 #PC #Windows #Windows11 #NintendoSwitch #PS5 #PlayStation

 
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from Paolo Amoroso's Journal

I shut down Free Python Books, the list of Python books that are free to read online or download I had been maintaining since 2019.

I archived the project's GitHub repo, which is now read-only and no longer accepts contributions. If you're interested you're welcome to fork the repo and maintain your copy.

When learning Python I came across many great free Python books, so I started keeping track of them. In early 2019 I shared my list on Reddit where it resonated with many. I later published the list on GitHub and it eventually gained over 4,500 stars, about 600 forks, and over 100 watchers.

In 2023 I rediscovered my love of Lisp and lost interest in Python, which I no longer use. Hence my decision to mothball the project.

Thanks to all who expressed appreciation or contributed, and to the Python community for producing so many great works.

#Python #books

 
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from Roscoe's Quick Notes

Mid-morning Monday and this day is developing nicely in the Roscoe-verse. Traditionally, Mondays are when I do my weekly laundry. When circumstances interfere, I can reschedule that chore for a few days, but things work better when I can do the laundry on Monday. I've got two loads working their way through the machines now.

It looks like the weather and the condition of my hips will allow me to get some yard work done tomorrow and Wednesday. That's one day for mowing the front yard, and another day for the back yard. That's my plan. Hope it works out that way.

Yesterday I reopened a Twitter (X) account. Hopefully I'll be able to keep this on active for a good while before I cancel it in frustration and disgust as I've done to all my previous accounts on that platform.

posted Monday, Mar 18, 2024 at ~10:05 AM #QNMAR2024

 
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