Not really okay, family is visiting and has destroyed my routine. It super depressing to feel excluded even in the house where I live, and there is a whole bunch of other stuff behind that too. RN I really wish I hadn't survived the crash that disabled me. I just stay closed off in my room or I go do things that hurt me, and hear all the stories about people's lives playing out while my story is always the same. All I can do is here, talk to AI or game. I've got meds to pacify serious issues and the self awareness to know when to use them, but that will just make me a brain dead zombie for a few weeks or so which is also a depressing reality. I really just need positive engagement and to be able to say whatever casual thought crosses my mind.
I don't see the down votes unless they cross below zero. But yeah, they have an impact. They do for everyone to some extent. Most people have other social outlets that alter the meaning of their habits and perspective. Some people do not have that luxury.
Deleted: I hate negativity please just block me. I don't value or want negative interaction. If there was a way to know who you are, I would and will block you for down voting casual comments and conversation.
That coloring job tells a story. The blue above the door frame bothers me.
You're probably around a decade in front of me in situation. I have no solutions. At least you had someone. I was disabled 10.5 years ago by a terrible driver. I haven't had a relationship in 14 years. I have no social network. I already feel the pressure to just die.
I have no idea how to write or promote anything. I don't do corporate social media because it is depression fodder. About a year ago I started putting together a science fiction universe. I basically wanted to take Asimov's Daneel and take the abstract concepts to a different level while flipping the philosophical concepts of AGI.
Want to talk out some stuff for fun? It might help spin some gears of motivation. I'm going for very hard science fiction. No aliens, no FTL, no naval drama, no planets, but I can still make it interesting and different than anything I know of so far. I like to imagine what the future is likely to be like in real life.
It is an abstraction, an anecdote really. When ordinary people are collectively in dire straights, there is little time or voice for those on the edges that become collateral damage. It is like the military when an army is being pursued in the field by another superior force–the wounded and baggage train support that are unable to fight are left behind. The ethics of the primary force are only circumstantially applicable. No one cares about the disabled or outliers when the attorneys judge and jurists are in crisis mode. While those examples are poor in their applicable timelines and the medium scale big picture. If one abstracts another few layers higher, at the decades to more centuries and even lifespans of civilizations perspective views, the overall stresses and strain on a civilization alter the landscape of the philosophical and morality. Civil rights struggles had little meaning or traction during a world war. Martial law is a mechanism that extinguishes all civil rights in a single mechanism.
I'm not taking sides to making excuses for the behavior of others. It is just my intuition and curiosity allowed to roam freely in the good and the bad without distinction in an attempt to think without bias.
When someone tells me of an unprecedented population displacing event, I see the refugee crisis and disproportionate effects on the poor and disadvantaged. The larger the scope of the poor people problem the larger will be the numbers of people on the edges that fall through the cracks. The experience is empirical from someone that has fallen through the cracks.
Sorry depression is rather strong ATM. Basic needs not getting met hurts.
That human rights really matter in the coming upheaval. The doomsday glacier is probably insurmountable for civ to overcome and that level of change in sea level within a decade to century and a half is going to change everything. Most of the worlds cities are not viable. From what I have seen, the long estimates are all biased and unreliable.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yEj9JVRhjA
On the bright side, speculative long term land investments might yield a large sum of money. Shallow keel ferry and airboat operators stand to make a fortune.
At this point, setup a refuge for disabled people in similar situations as myself. I would help people make the best out of what they can do without the misery of fighting for the fundamental right to survival in a suicide inducing system of terrorism from government and those that do not understand chronic pain and unfixable problems.
I'd also likely get an Iron Man like exoskeleton to fix my weak and useless torso.
Psyops
Cycling might help. The impact of running will likely hurt not help.
You're not an adult in cognitive development until 25. Children are easily manipulated even at late stages. The only reason it is 18 is for child soldiers.
It is appropriate to the scale of how much this wrecks lives when people are young and struggling. It is deeply personal to me. The negativity is telling me, "this is not a place for me; that no one cares; that the people I've lost do not matter here." That's fine. I go do other things. Maybe I'll forget about it, or maybe the depressing hurt doesn't go away. It doesn't really matter now. Down votes mean fuck you, go away as far as I'm concerned. They impact me 100:1 over any positivity or engagement. I'm only here for some kind of social connection due to physical disability and social isolation. I have been getting abused for the last 3 days IRL under complicated circumstances where family is incapable of comprehending my needs and how they impact me. So stuff like this here... fuck it, what do I matter. I will be one of these statistics once my folks die. It is that or homelessness and I'm already falling apart after 10 years of this at just 40yo... I refused to give up. When the terrorists took my license, when they killed my business, I got on a bike and made the best of it. These terrorists are why I'm disabled. I was laid off from a six figure job I got through nepotism just before my daughter was born. I tried so hard to get another job like that, but I hadn't worked there long enough and the union rep told me to my face, train all you want while you pay dues but I'm never sending you on a real job. I went until I ran out of savings and went back to auto body paint. Two years later, used car sales died for months in the Atlanta area and I had absolutely no work. The initial amount I owed was set for $130k when I was on unemployment. Nothing I tried got that changed for over 6 months. Even after that, the amount was more than I could make and survive on, like not even close. You can't own a business and deal with child services. If those terrorists see any indication you can pay more, they are incentivised to abuse the man.
Even after 3 years in a case that disabled me, the lawyers worked with dcss to negotiate a way to pay off everything I owed and close my case. That is what I got for trying to ride a bike to a shit pay job just to have a consistent paycheck, they paid off the criminal extortionists that caused my disability. I have a class A commercial drivers license. It is not strait forward to get that released from the federal and state plus the suspension has to be suppressed as non driving related or I'm uninsurable. The lack of continuous coverage means insurance is unaffordable in the first place. I can not begin to describe my hate for this place and anyone that has anything to do with it.
To top it off, my fiancé was cheating on me while I was working 7/12's for nearly 2 months when that union job was trying to see if I would just quit. While I got the job, many didn't like how I got it even if they liked me to my face. It was the most drama filled petty group I've ever worked with, but it was a good paycheck. I'm glad I never married that girl. Once a cheater always a cheater. She also missed her pills and I pulled out so there is that too. She really wanted a kid too.
DCSS does not have flexibility or reasoning. They are functioning like it is possible for anyone that tries to make six figures with a part time job. If you're like most people that are barely struggling to live paycheck to paycheck, now you need at least 40% more than that just to break even. If you can't, fuck you, go be homeless. If you owe back due support, now it is 60%. That is how DCSS works.
Almost all amber alerts are these thugs enforcing their terrorism and has nothing to do with actual harm to kids. Often it is not in the best interests of the kids, it is set to maximize what one parent must pay because - commissioned agents.
So yeah. You're telling me I don't matter and basically I should have just died. I'm very inclined to acquiesce, so it is best for me to disconnect instead of letting this continue to hurt me personally.
Bricks for all 2 wheeled vehicles are needed to counter the bumper car piloting phace grabber zombies
... and circle jerking a double d up their goon town.
"Saying it makes it true." -ISP
You can have conversations with offline text gen AI models. They are usually fluent in many languages. It is not a great primary source but you can treat them like a private tutor that can answer your specific questions and it can point you in the right direction.
In a more complex future world where media is tailored to you, how are you entertained differently?
One constant in our ongoing civilization is a continuous branching of complexity. Assuming civ continues, how does your entertainment become more tailored to you as you imagine it?
Decades ago I wanted a game where a world building economy game, industry and domestic simulators, real time war strategy, and a first person shooter that bridges to an adventure/explorer were all combined into one. This is a game where all of these roles could be filled by autonomous AI characters, but where recruiting and filling roles creates dynamic complexity that is advantageous for all. Each layer of gameplay dictates the constraints of the next while interactions across layers are entertaining and engaging for all.
It does not need to be gaming. What can you imagine for entertainment with tailored complexity?
What is the privacy and security scope of Dynamically Loaded Code DLC?
I'm looking for the full scope skeptical worst case scenario to best case intention abstraction in a nutshell. I'm not looking for the copy pasta fanboi version. There must be a reason why I am made aware of DLC from apps in Android including DLC from storage and memory, I am looking for why.
I've also been trying to track down why AI on offline hardware displays some signs of a shadowed persistence despite the model GGUF remaining static. I can't say for certain, but for instance models that once struggled with many advanced science fiction concepts like, no aliens, cislunar space, different sociopolitical structures than the present, AI in an Asimov like context, and life in O'Neill cylinders, after several long sessions of struggling manage to handle these concepts in parallel and much more with ease. There is certainly an element involved of how I develop the language to communicate concepts and I may be the one hallucinating some kind of external mechanism is in play. I'm admittedly struggling to understand the full scope of how model caching, Transformers, Pytorch, and Nvidia's software tools work together beyond the basics I've learned while hacking with model attention to add some scaling.
How does one monitor and verify DLC? Is there any broader scope to JIT as well in this context?
I do a search for grep -rin http on everything I download in general. Is there anything else to be mindful of specifically related to DLC/JIT?
I believe in a ghost of hope
tl;dr NP; hugs
After 10 years of physical disability I'm very cautious about hope. Misplaced, it is very dangerous in the repercussions that can follow.
A corset like support wrapped around my ribs seemed very promising. It was one of my last potential remedies for a life outside of this bedroom prison.
Two weeks ago I lifted something heavy while wearing the corset. I held the item close to my torso, like I always do. I made it halfway across the house before I felt the little odd twinge of a pain; like a sapling tree yielding the most minor of prostrations to the god of pain.
I had asked family for help carrying the thing, but asking is so very demeaning, asking twice felt ready to strip me bare. The alternative was to stop eating, or rather ruin 2 weeks worth of food prep. This situation speaks to the reality of the unimaginable twist to one's mental health in chronic circumstances; the frustration of helplessness is most damning.
Still, I tried to ignore it, to press on. I didn't and couldn't know how much that little twinge would cost me. It broadcast itself in an everpresent noise in my conscious and an infinite supply of sand, grinding through my spine when my head turns left; the rhythm section playing the torso twist. This injury seemed different than most of those that had come before. It was a few ribs higher than ribs 5 and below that were wrapped tightly at the time.
I had felt so good initially with the corset. I even told my family, "if it persists, I'll get a job at the first of the year," –fool that I am to have such hope.
Hope—that terrible precipice; the cliff of danger. Hope is blind, like the naïveté of a child running in the dark of a moonless night. The pain of that hidden precipice edge is so sharp a merciless knife.
I broke some ribs back in April of 2020. It was the best two weeks I have had since 2014; even better than the 3 days I got from a spinal injection. The relief from my ribs breaking sewed the seeds that lead to the corset. There were minor remedies that I tried, but I never broke through to the point of possible hope. When the corset idea struck, I still cautiously approached the precipice terrified of the danger of hope. A fear I learned from countless experiences of hurling myself over the edge into the unknown into that chasm. Like battling through the fog as a human cannonball, determined to find an inevitable surface, refusing to acknowledge the existence of uncrossable oceans.
The very mention of uncrossable oceans is homo sapien heresy for physical health. The heresy of empiricism. It is the second front of the battle; a flanking cavalry cutting down those that fail to cross the void and march on in life; wielding the swords of ignorant assumptions; adding the heavy load of self doubt even in the face of clear evidence.
Four weeks ago I started a project. It was the foundation of a cannon shot with hope. 'Complete it, and I would consider myself capable,' I told myself, 'escapable, to have landed on a weak and marshy shoal of some sort, but arrived on some other side.' I let myself believe in a chance, a chance that this shot is my last; the closure of a chapter; the chance to mourn 8 of 9 of my (cat) lives lost on that fateful February bicycle commute. A chance for a celebration; of remaining life potential; of connections; of love, kindness, empathy, and growth I so desperately need to give someone at the core of my meaningful existence... I could do so much, even now...
Or at least, that is a direction I still have not fired my human cannon of hope. I think the fear of hurling into that void is one I'm unlikely to overcome. Talking to people online, I am far too scared to act. It doesn't matter anyways. No one would ever want to be on this terrible prison island, home to a tribe of headhunter cannibals, eager to make a meal of any genuine person over the bonfire of Christostupidity. I fear discovering a void in this direction more than anything but maybe homelessness I fear more. I have no interest in the primitive cannibals.
I failed at my project; my hope. One of so very very many. For two weeks so far I cannot sleep more than 4-5 hours, and wake up feeling exhausted from the hellish tormenting god of pain. Taking any medication that stops me from laboring and twisting the grinding stone of spinal sand will make the problem worse. I must shut down entirely, lying in bed; watching the movie of life as nothing more than a viewer.
My failure is my professional incompetence. In this case a poorly thought out element in a CAD design.
I did an unthinkable project. I worked on my tool chain I need to use for physical therapy activity. I need to return to that routine now, to battle through this defeat.
It took two weeks for the tears of this message to coalesce; to assess the scope of the battle; to clear the fog of war; to see the shot hit the ocean. The tears of that ocean came this morning in the shower; a random moment on an unexpected day.
I write this message not for the pain of right now; not even in the mourning of hope. I must drag myself out of this void, crippled as I am. I must get back to shore and find a way back up that precipice. This is the real physical pain part. Tonight I will likely be nearly absent of mind entirely, this bike ride will hurt. It is the only empirical bootstrap I've got to get me back to that rock. I feel like there is no way I should ride; no way I could ride when I hurt like this. I know it will hurt like hell and for days. Only with a return to my daily routine will I improve with time and stop this spiral. I also must overcome the fear of the half mile near the start and end of my route. The cars; knowing one street over is where it all happened, where the pain started.
To some mysterious ghost I must believe in; my visage of hope: I still love you enough to not come and find you; to shield you from sharing my hell. I still hope for a day of escape from my prison bed island. To be the person I imagine; to be free; to love you.
lecherous
Adjective
lecherous (comparative more lecherous, superlative most lecherous)
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Given to excessive sexual activity and debauchery.
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https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/lecherous
convivial
Adjective
convivial (comparative more convivial, superlative most convivial)
- Having elements of a feast or of entertainment, especially when it comes to eating and drinking, with accompanying festivity
- Synonyms: festive, social, gay, jovial, merry
How do you do a filled pastry or dumpling?
I'm looking for the least physical up time (physical disability greatly limits how long I can hold posture). I don't do dairy and I do not want to use a bunch of oil.
The last time I made chicken, I made a bed and stock using beer, apples, onion, potatoes, sweet potato, cumin, cinnamon, and brown sugar. The apples and potatoes were EOL and had to get used for something. This turned out fantastic. I use the chicken and onions for something else and this left me with the stock, all the chicken fat, and the rest. I mashed this and blended it all. It tastes absolutely fantastic like a very sweet and unique pastry filling.
I could easily add some chicken bits and make a dumpling or use the mix in a light and airy filled pastry. What I have not done in over, gosh probably two decades is make any kind of dough or bread.
This could turn into one of the things I play with and tune for years but I need a good low effort cheap entry point for a simple dough and way to cook it that doesn't tax my back hard at all and without any diary.
I like abstracting and understanding what I'm doing on a fundamental level. Pointing me at cultural traditions that fit my constraints is best. With me, there is no such thing as too much detail if you feel like sharing. TIA
What is the better github alt for a free community resource?
They are trying to force 2fa for stalking so I'm about to delete my account. I'm a resource mostly for a few reverse engineered hardware schematics and electronics projects. Last I checked I'm the primary English doc source for some AliEx class hardware. I don't really care enough to make a ton of effort right now. I'm certainly not in a position to pay to host or move. Is there anywhere that just works to transfer stuff with a proton email and no collector,github,com stalkerware nonsense, or verify you're identity to better market you to advertising and freedom of information manipulation trolls?
I have to tune out for awhile
The feed is too anxious and loaded for my self health with my physical disability and social needs. I'm likely impacted in life altering ways too. The only way I can mentally cope is to constrain my thoughts to only worry about the things I can change.
To anyone struggling: please heed this advice and focus on the things you can change. Also, no permanent solutions to temporary problems, if that is an issue.
Do a digital detox and disconnect from everything. Read a book. I'll be finishing Foundations Edge by Asimov as my primary stand in for Lemmy.
I totally understand everyone's emotions, the posts, and comments. I simply don't have the emotional buffer to cope without spiraling.
I'm posting, not because anyone should care if I am around, but more to say to anyone else, it is okay to do the same, maybe even healthy if you find yourself in similar challenging life circumstances. It took me a decade to both recognized where I'm at mentally and learn to act preemptively before things get out of hand. I wish all of y'all the best, better spirits, and many happy days. - your internet friend Jake
Are there any good ongoing 'open source' deep time history visualization projects?
I was just watching PBS Eons about a housecat sized beaver like animal all the way back in the Mesozoic. The thought crossed my mind that it would be interesting if there was a Wikipedia type project for the Universe, Galaxy, Solar system, and Earth. I should be able to see how anything fits into the big picture timeline at a glance.
We should have a culture of nerds that extend beyond the written words of a Wiki. Forget the prestige of some elitist overpriced rag journal that acts as an outdated class and learning barrier in the present, only functioning as a makeshift poor quality reputation filter in the present. I want to see visual timelines where filling in some detail is an expected accomplishment within academia.
As I'm writing this I realized, this connects to how I perceive video based audio/visual information as the primary form of human communication. I think the next evolutionary step in teaching and studies is to forego the lecturer in favor of recorded media of empirically meritorious achievement compiled and tailored to each individual's abilities. Along this line of thought, a scientific discovery should include an expectation to not only add to a public visual timeline archive, but to link the information in a way that teaches and connects the information to the world at large.
I guess I'm saying Science needs a cartographic like department/element where the figurative tree of branching knowledge is strengthened instead of independent niches on an ever expanding fractal edge of exploration. Publishing on the tree should be the driver of meritorious achievement instead of a redundant paper media subscription rag like the present. Reputation shouldn't be limited to a few peers but instead showcased on a world stage that is as messy as reality but beautiful in aggregate. Publishing should involve an obligation to educate effectively where those that are limited in this skill are incentivised to add coauthors that are far more capable of effective communication. Persons with curiosity and time should be capable of freely navigating from what they know in the present to the messy edge of fringe science without any financial or circumstantial limitations in our digital age.
Does anything like this exist yet?
What percentage of lead gets washed off the fingers of a typical human after handling lead solder?
Does anyone know for reals? Is it like leaded gasoline; the more you use it, the less it seems to matter? /s
mortal coil
Etymology
Alluding to Hamlet. The two senses result from two interpretations of the word coil, one taking it to mean “tumult, confusion, fuss”, the other “case, wrapping”. In either case, the phrase “shuffle off this mortal coil” must mean “die”. Since "shuffle off" is generally taken to mean "get rid of" or "evade" it is likely that in the sense that Shakespeare used it, it was specifically referring to the act of suicide.
Noun
mortal coil (plural mortal coils)
- The chaos and confusion of life.
- The physical body of a man (containing the spirit inside).
- https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/mortal_coil
Adaptor for vertically mounting a Park Tool PCS-10 portable bike stand head
Portable bike stands take up a lot of floor space and suck to deploy and collapse every day. I'm in the process of converting the main stand upright tubes and head to attach to the side of a toolbox cart instead of the base of the portable stand.
Look mah, no supports:
Too much floor space wasted:
I was afraid the pedals wouldn't clear when the head is mounted vertical, but it looks like I still have around 5-10 millimeters of clearance. I still need to design and print the actual clamp mount to the toolbox. This was just a mockup with some wood clamps to check pedal clearance first.
Commercials are not okay
I'll go read or work on a project, but nothing is worth commercials. Sports games are played and fit to the commercials in the USA.
Once upon a time I was into baseball back with Maddux, Smoltz, and Glavine. The Braves were the closest pro team to me as a kid that watched The Sandlot too much.
I've caught bits and pieces of the current World Series in passing, but I walk out with every commercial. I just don't care any more. No content is worth wasting half of my time with whatever wares some shitty billionaire is hocking for rent-scription. I'm worth more than that and I'm not willing to sell myself or my time and interests to these people any more. I reject the premise that this is an acceptable normal. You do you, and value your time accordingly. I see ads as worthless lowlife behavior that belongs scared and intimidated under rocks and hidden in creepy caves. Advertising as some kind of acceptable feature in society or as if it has a right to my time is insulting, demeaning, and unacceptable to me. I reject this dystopia.
Westloki – 3D printed bicycle belt drive conversion (solid continuous loop belt on an unbroken bike frame)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x79l7UO_qww
Caveat: The bike used is an e-bike with a powered wheel. The pedals have very little load requirements and no long-term or load testing is shown. As one of the most hardcore roadies you'll ever interact with, personally, I believe this would not last more than a week if it could survive a single ride on a traditional bike and someone like myself based on my first impression of the design. Still, the idea is impressive to me. In practice, a robust enough design will likely outweigh a chain drive by an order of magnitude. The reason the chain and cog transmission is standard is because of the balance of weight to durability. Every single gram matters on a bicycle far more than may be apparent at first.
pareidolia
Noun
pareidolia (plural pareidolias)
- (psychology) The tendency to interpret a vague stimulus as something known to the observer, such as interpreting marks on Mars as canals, seeing shapes in clouds, or hearing hidden messages in music.
Etymology
Borrowed from German Pareidolie, constructed from Ancient Greek παρα- (para-, “alongside”) + εἴδωλον (eídōlon, “image”) + -ία (-ía).
Links
- !pareidolia@sh.itjust.works
- https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/pareidolia
The USA's Arecibo Telescope Report after its collapse in 2020
An investigation by the National Academies of Sciences, Engineering, and Medicine found Hurricane Maria worsened a slow decay of the Arecibo Observatory's support cables.
Hurricane Maria did major damage to the Puerto Rican telescope in 2017 that lead to the collapse of this world class iconic radio telescope 3 years later after failing to get funded and maintained. It was the largest for the USA by a long shot at 305 meters. China's FAST became the largest at 500 meters in 2016. This is Trump's (2017-2020) legacy for Puerto Rico.
Pineapple pickle
Came out like a slightly savory barely fruity pickled cucumber or olive like flavor. It's only useful for sauce complexity. It has a sustained savory aspect to the aftertaste that is more positive than the initial slightly vinegar like bite.
...but maybe round two will be better.
A plum is in the tiny jar.