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Does anyone else ever have a sort of phantom physical sense when there's something ready to paste in the clipboard. It feels like I've got something in my right hand and when I click ctrl-v I put it down.
Yes! I can feel the thing I copied sort of hovering until I paste it. It's weirdly tactile for a completely virtual action, but I'm a very tactile person, so maybe it makes sense.
A fun thing about computer skills is that as you have more of them, the number of computer problems you have doesn't go down.
This is because as a beginner, you have troubles because you don't have much knowledge.
But then you learn a bunch more, and now you've got the skills to do a bunch of stuff, so you run into a lot of problems because you're doing so much stuff, and only an expert could figure them out.
But then one day you are an expert. You can reprogram everything and build new hardware! You understand all the various layers of tech!
And your problems are now legendary. You are trying things no one else has ever tried. You Google them and get zero results, or at best one forum post from 1997. You discover bugs in the silicon of obscure processors. You crash your compiler. Your software gets cited in academic papers because you accidently discovered a new mathematical proof while trying to remote control a vibrator. You can't use the wifi on your main laptop because you wrote your own uefi implementation and Intel has a bug in their firmware that they haven't fixed yet, no matter how much you email them. You post on mastodon about your technical issue and the most common replies are names of psychiatric medications. You have written your own OS but there arent many programs for it because no one else understands how they have to write apps as a small federation of coroutine-based microservices. You ask for help and get Pagliacci'd, constantly.
But this is the natural of computer skills: as you know more, your problems don't get easier, they just get weirder.
you know you've made it when you're googling problems and ending up with 0-9 results
#you don't actually have to be good to have these problems#you just have to be obsessed with a micro-issue that no one else cares about
Certified skydiving instructors know way more about safely falling from planes than I do, and are way more likely to die that way.
One of the best compliments I've been given in my career was one of the smartest software engineers I've ever met looking at the problem I brought him and saying, "you don't ever bring me easy ones, do you?"
"No, the easy ones I fix myself !"
being friends with english majors is so fun you'll send a text like hey are you free for brunch and they'll respond with some shit like "haven't the faintest clue, my schedule is utterly fucked"
english majors so used to talking like 19th century british aristocracy they think this is a joke about busy schedules
"I have come down with consumption and brain fever and will not be able to attend class today." --an English major I went to college with
This is very good
[image transcription: And perhaps this is why adult friendship feels increasingly radical. It resists the transactional logic modern life rewards everywhere else. Because a real friend offers something profoundly rare: unoptimised presence. Family is structured by blood. Marriage by institution. Work relationships by utility. Friendship survives purely through mutual choosing. Nobody has to stay. And yet some people do.
Despite impossible schedules and emotional fatigue, some friends continue returning. They send memes during meetings. They remember your important dates. They call you out-of-the-blue. Not because it is convenient. But because somewhere, beneath all the exhaustion adulthood imposes, they still consider your inner life important. Sometimes it is simply the stubborn decision to keep returning to people despite the world constantly training you to prioritise everything else.
/end image transcription]
Apotheosis-as-tragedy
Structure gives meaning to our lives. The fact that the people we know are the people they are is something we take for granted. Death's certainty shapes how we live in most every way.
These are the fundamental boundaries that act as the container for our worldview, our sense of place, of purpose. To become divine, however, is to gain higher say in the shape of these things. To change those shapes.
It changes everything.
The fact that the truths that gave so much meaning to your memories are now subject to your whims.. it pokes holes in it all, doesn't it? things you rely on to be hard, they're... not, anymore. They're soft, they give where once they let you push off them.
They're not the same thing to you anymore. They've lost what allowed them to give your life, your place, definition. You've lost them.
You've lost all those pieces of yourself.
not completely, but.. they're vestigial, now, and you, eternal. Who knows when you will shape one anew, out of habit, or even knowing, but no longer caring?Who knows if you will someday forget why you keep these things, these pieces of your world, how they are?
How long until the very state of divinity erases your ties to the world you gained it for?
So while doing some pirate research for the play I’m writing I stumbled upon one of the most amazing things I’ve ever read. In the 5th century A.D. there was a Scandinavian princess called Alwilda who’s father tried to set her up to marry Alf, the Prince of Denmark. Alwilda wasn’t cool with this so she and some female companions dressed as men, stole a ship, and sailed away. Eventually they met a company of pirates who were in need of a new captain and they were so captivated by her that they elected her as their new leader. Her crew became so infamous that Prince Alf was sent out to stop them. When their ships met he took Alwilda prisoner and she was so impressed by Alf’s skill that she agreed to marry him after all and eventually became the Queen of Denmark.
I stopped caring whether this was factually accurate about halfway through because it’s completely AWESOME.
Medievalist here for triumphant fact-checking: this story is, if not true, at least true according to the history of the Danes (Gesta Danorum) written in the 12th century by Saxo Grammaticus. You can read his account of Alwilda’s story in the original Latin here, or in English translation here. Highlights include:
She exchanged woman’s for man’s attire, and, no longer the most modest of maidens, began the life of a warlike rover. Enrolling in her service many maidens who were of the same mind, she happened to come to a spot where a band of rovers were lamenting the death of their captain, who had been lost in war; they made her their rover captain.
I love the implication that there were lots of Danish maidens just WAITING for the opportunity of a life of piracy…
Reblogging my old post for this A+ addition to it
June 26, 2014
What the heck! As of this reblog, this comic has 21 notes. Apparently a little reblog chain happened, but I don’t really remember noticing. Much higher numbers than my usual 0 or 1. My first taste of success, and I totally missed it!
honestly, if I had a comic take off I wouldn’t mind this one. I still like the joke.
"Sewing is a gateway drug to thinking through complex problems. It seems really simple; culturally, we make it women's work. Let me tell you: real sewing at any kind of level of proficiency is a bloody magic trick. Sewing, like mold making, involves mental frames that require one to think inside out and backwards. It requires one to work on an order of operations that is often taking into account the reverse. It's a really, really important skill, and if you learn how to sew, you're mostly on your way to carpentry and welding and sheet metal work. I'm not kidding: these are planar forms meeting under rules and conditions. And if you can make a sleeve work, I swear to God, you could build a house."
--Adam Savage
"I can never get it tasting like my mom used to make" yeah, because your mom had a giant Costco-size bottle of a specific pre-mixed spice blend that was discontinued by its manufacturer in 1998 and spent your entire childhood putting it in every meal to use the stupid thing up faster – she doesn't know how to replicate it any more than you do.
The tragedy of culinary nostalgia is that most of the time, the flavours of your childhood aren't memories of lost secret recipes – they're the irreplicable accidents of folks tossing whatever happened to be cheap and available into the pot, and there are no recipes to recover because the people doing the cooking never knew them.
I am reminded of this reddit post and update, from a person seeking to recreate a dish their mum used to make based on not much more than "chicken, peaches, and it was beige".
I am a pretty competent cook, so don't worry about that bit. I just want to know if this dish sounds familiar, so someone can fill me in on the parts I don't remember. It's a chicken dish made with flat chicken cutlets. I think she used to hammer them a bit with a kitchen mallet, dredge them in flour, and pan fry them in a little butter so they would brown nicely. The sauce is the part I am a little lost about. She used white wine (probably chardonnay) and sour cream, that part I am sure of. There were canned peaches too, which were slightly browned and served on top. I'm sure there was something more to it than that, any thoughts? The flavor was tangy, not particularly sweet except for the peaches, and the sauce was opaque and kind of a beige color. Does this sound like a dish you are aware of? While her food was great, her dishes were usually pretty simple. It is likely that this is not something she invented herself, but it might be something that she simplified. Does anyone know what this is or what it is called so I can look it up and try and get it right? She used to serve it with grilled zucchini brushed with garlic butter. Thank you. Edit -- I am blown away with how helpful and kind you all have been. I have taken little hints from each of your posts and a lot of them have jogged my memory. I think some sort of composite from these suggestions will produce something close. I am going to try to make it when I have the chance, and I will update when I do. Thank you, reddit. <3
Update 6 days later:
My mom passed away a few years ago. I needed help trying to recreate a chicken recipe of hers that I have been craving, because I could only remember a few ingredients. You amazing people of r/recipes came through and gave me so many wonderful suggestions. With a mix of all your advice, I made it tonight. I was nervous as I was putting it together. I felt like there had to be something more to it, but I went with using just the ingredients I knew (as suggested by Ethril). I felt like there was something I was forgetting. Something about brown specks in the sauce. I went with it anyway, and figured I would know what to add at the end by taste. I took chicken cutlets and hammered them flat. Dredged in flour and sauteed in butter (high heat). I burned the butter a little. I remembered my mom saying that butter is the one thing that is ok to burn (as long as it is not smoking furiously) so I left it alone, and smiled at the memory. I was pleased to see the chicken brown to the color I remember. When I flipped the chicken I added the zucchini spears and browned those too. When the chicken was done (just a couple minutes) I set it aside and covered it in tinfoil to keep it warm, then turned the zucchini and browned the peaches in the same pan. It only took a few minutes to brown everything and when the zucchini and peaches were done I put them aside with the chicken. I deglazed the empty pan with chardonnay. My mom wasn't a big wine person, so I went with the cheapest they had. I suddenly remembered that sound the wine would make when it hit the hot pan, a huge hiss. Mom used to tell me to step back before she poured it in, because it would splash a little. I felt like I was nine years old again. I added three big dollops of sour cream and dissolved it in the hot wine. I didn't know what I was going to do next, this was all I had planned. Then I saw the little brown flecks come up. It was that burned butter! I just about cried. I tasted it, and suddenly in my mind I was standing in her kitchen as a kid watching her cook. This was it. It was that simple. I added a couple spoonfuls of the liquid from the canned peaches to take away a little of the wine's tartness, and the sauce was perfect. Just like she used to make. Keep in mind that I am no food stylist, but I assure you that this tasted 10x better than it looks: http://i.imgur.com/Qgk6u.jpg The whole thing took less than 20 minutes to make. And I fucking nailed it. Thank you so, so much reddit! You brought me back, and I love you. The smell is still lingering in the house.
If you like this kind of thing, I recommend reading The Kamogawa Food Detectives and sequel by Hisashi Kashiwai.
There’s also a Japanese show based on the books called Kamogawa Shokudo and the first episode about recreating the mom’s recipe is my fave and the reason I started a recipe notebook.
[ID: Photo of chicken glazed in a beige sauce topped with peaches and served with grilled zucchini. /End ID]
Every once in a while someone will ask me for a recipe "if it's not a secret". My answer is always that I don't have any secret recipes; I'll always share them. I do, however, have a number of dishes that don't have a recipe and I may not remember everything that went into. Probably because I was emptying the fridge it.
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Mr Boot you cannot simply say how simple it is to make a book out of what appears to be stuff you already have and then not drop a tutorial link! I wanna make my own books so bad but all the stuff I can find online looks Daunting as Fuck :(
pls share your steps?
I just looked up a video of a dude binding a book on YouTube and copied what he was doing with stuff from my house!
It was difficult without a press, but all I had to buy was appropriate glue and chipboard- which. Has not arrived yet
I was tagged--a book press is just two boards and four carriage bolts with washers and wingnuts. Chase your bookbinding dreams
You can also bind a perfectly good book without a press! Maybe I'll work on one this weekend and post pictures.
Also also, I usually tear apart sketchpads to make books out of and use the cardboard backing to make the boards.
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Oh good gods, yes. My handwritten drafts are dashes all over the place.
[ID: A Mastadon post by Christopher Phin. It shows a font where each letter of the alphabet is a capitalized bubble letter with the lowercase form of the letter included in the linework. The text of the post reads, "Suddenly and viscerally obsessed with these letterforms. Why has that never occurred to me, and why is it the first time I'm seeing the idea?? (Font is ALS Lamon by Dmitry Lamonov)" /end ID]
Original source (Mastodon post)
Christopher Phin also posted a Cyrillic version that Dmitry Lamonov (Дмитрий Ламонов) created:
"In 2017, [Lamonov] created the outlined / neon display typeface family ALS Lamon (published at Art Lebedev), which won an award at Granshan 2017 and at TDC Typeface Design 2018 (where credit is only given to Artemy Lebedev who was trhe [sic] art director of the project)." (source) Lamonov is a Russian artist and designer: Instagram Facebook
it's also significant that almost all of the letters are drawn with a single line where possible
These are fascinating and I have no idea what to do with them, but they need to find their way into something.
So I decided that I should switch from a notebook to a binder for my fiction writing, on the theory that it suits my rather chaotic writing process better. While I was out yesterday with "binder" and "paper" on my shopping list, it occurred to me that I have a binder that I used for exactly this purpose about 30 years ago. I found it and pulled out the notes (which do, in fact, date back to 1996). But - the plastic covering on it was in fairly bad shape, so I'm going to rebuild it.
The actual ring mechanism is riveted onto the spine, so I'm not messing with that, and I'm going to have to dive into the sewing room to figure out what I'm covering it with: the covers are 10.125" x 11" and the spine is another 1.125" wide, so it's going to take a fairly large piece of something. I don't think I have any leather big enough, but I'll look. I might do different material on the inside and outside with some decorative stitching along the edges.
First, though, I'm going to grab some scrap fabric and make a hinge to hold the covers and spine together.
The one redeeming feature of this time of year that saves it from being nothing but an inferno is the produce.
With such a simple dish, and so many ways to make it, can one really distil the ultimate version of pasta al pomodoro crudo? Our resident pe
As a Jew, I honestly stopped believing in the idea of "Judeo-Christian" and "we all worship the same God and have the same Bible" when my ex-Catholic husband asked me who King David was.
Like. Tell me you worship the same God as me but then don't know who DAVID is??? No. Absolutely not. You are on some Other Shit.
One of my friends was recently telling me that he had quite a culture shock moment in college when he learned that when many Christians do “Bible study” they don’t mean actually like… studying the Bible? Apparently he went to a Bible study group once, and a girl there didn’t know who Ruth was, and when he was like “but she’s the ancestor of King David?!” she pulled a blank, to which he could only gape and yell “but King David is literally the ANCESTOR OF JESUS?! Like isn’t that the whole point for you guys?!” Friends, it turns out that for Evangelical Christians, that is very much not the whole point…
Wait, what does it mean for them, then?
So, for a lot of Christians, “Bible study” is basically just… reading it? Like just, what does the story say, not really any substantive analysis. Which. I mean I guess that makes sense if you’re starting from a place where you don’t know who KING DAVID is? But it’s pretty weird if you’re coming from a place where “what does the text say” is like, step zero. If I went to an Arthurian legend study group, I’d expect to be talking about parallels between the Guinevere story and the story of Tristan and Iseult, or the evolving medieval understanding of chivalry, or the thematic purpose of the prophecy throughout the story. I’d be kind of surprised if the study group was just, “let’s all read Le Morte d'Arthur for the first time and then have a Ron Sterling moment about it once we finish.” But… I guess if you don’t have the baseline pshat you need to start somewhere, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I went to a Lutheran college which required a Bible study class as a gen ed. (Mine was on the Bible and oppression, so it was actually good.) We were told to buy a study Bible because the notes on the translations would be useful. We read the entire Christian Bible (except we never actually got to Revelations. Oops.).
Three different kids pulled out pocket Bibles and were shocked that Genesis wasn't included. They were carrying around the "New" Testament and nothing else and genuinely thought it was the whole Bible.
Three. Different. Students. In a fifteen person class.
If you're chopping out the majority of the text, you're not actually reading the book.
For evangelicals, "Bible Study" doesn't even mead reading the bible. It means reading very carefully selected passages and then being told what they mean. You know, the bible that's supposed to be written in plain language and directed at modern Christians, and it's supposed to be immediately obvious what it means to anyone who reads it. Since none of this is actually true, they have to be sure to explain it just right, and to give a lot of false "context", so that it seems that way to church members.
This is especially true of Revelation (it is, by the by, Revelation, singular: The Revelation of St John the Divine), where they shape this bizarre narrative of the Rapture and the Tribulation and the Second Coming and whatever else by stringing together verses -- sometimes individual lines -- from Revelation and Elijah (I think, but I need to use the sleep and may misremembers) and maybe a couple of others. And then say it's "obvious".
This is fascinating to me. Having been raised Methodist - my father's a minister - the scripture readings every Sunday were:
Old Testament reading
Reading from one of the Gospels
Reading from somewhere else in the New Testament
The Old Testament was very much part of the Bible, and in the Christian (more or less non-denominational; it originated in the merger of an Episcopalian school and a Catholic one) school I went to, 9th grade religion was Bible study, and I distinctly remember reading the Old Testament - including reading about David and Solomon - in that.
Admittedly, I have a much better religious education than most Christians for various reasons, due to my father being a scholar and the school I went to, but I'm baffled by the idea that the Old Testament *isn't* part of the Christian scripture.
Then again, I talk to friends who were raised Evangelical and am surprised when they've never heard of Advent, too.
I'm generally of the opinion that trying to resurrect prematurely cancelled shows is like necromancy—odds are they'll come back wrong.
Except for Galavant. Any Galavant revivial will be funnier the longer it stayed cancelled.
Tags pass peer review, etc, because they SO perfectly capture the spirit of the show.
I miss this show. I would join a necromancy cult to revive it.
