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Little one has reached an interesting stage of personal hygiene. She wants to shower instead of taking baths, but can't do it fully by herself.
So i have to poke my head and arms around the shower curtain, soap up her head, rinse her hair without getting water in her eyes, and try not to get myself completely drenched in the process or fling too much water around the bathroom.

Discussions during the current #IETF meeting led me to write a new draft on a compact CoAP URI expression, Short Paths In CoAP (ShoPinC, following the trade tradition of contrived acronyms).
As not all of the #CoAP crowd is reading the IETF lists, I'm soliciting opinions or feedback from here as well.…

I am quite sick and tired of the D-party doing little more than useless posturing (such as writing letters to El Cheeto) or simply asking for money. (The purpose of that money is almost never sufficiently described, if the purpose is described at all.)
So it is good to hear that new candidates are arising who will challenge the fuddy-duddy-crats of the D-party. (My own Congress Critter included.)
Note to others: We need good, fresh faces filling elective posts at *all* levels -…

Calamus 43 O you whom I often
A short and sweet love poem, Whitman at his most writerly. The spare and simple words have a light musicality that's often missing from his more didactic blank verse.
The literal meaning is Whitman telling someone how his very presence inspires feelings of love. It's so short and precise I'm just going to quote the whole poem.
O you whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
I love the lack of action. Whitman simply wants to sit in the same room as his beloved, a quiet devotion I appreciate. And that phrase "subtle electric fire". Electric had a different meaning in pre-Edison America but it works both ways.
Mostly this poem is just a lovely mood.
(The linked video and commentary are more than usually good.)

Some recent popular books “explaining” music are actually awful. They commit the naturalistic fallacy with flair - as if the sweep of nature had quietly handed us a tidy little musical rulebook. I come away not with understanding but with a feeling of aesthetic conscription. Or constipation.

An MIT report says 95% of GenAI pilots at companies have little to no financial impact, mainly due to a "learning gap" for both the tools and the companies (Sheryl Estrada/Fortune)
https://fortune.com/2025/08/18/mit-report-95-perc…

MIT report: 95% of generative AI pilots at companies are failing
There’s a stark difference in success rates between companies that purchase AI tools from vendors and those that build them internally.

My wife was just going walkies with her service dog 🐕‍🦺 around our little town. During that time, a Google Streetview car passed her multiple times.
My reaction?
"Great, after the update everyone will believe our town is fake, with the same copy-pasted NPC everywhere"
#Schweiz #switzerland

I should start making some offline notes why I follow some users...cause if you follow like 200 people it may not be that important to retain why you followed them...
Also some you had really good reasons for following, others you just wanted to get a little more...

Not gonna lie, things have been feeling pretty bleak lately. I did find a spot of joy this weekend when I took a foraging class. I took a bunch of photos so this week . . . every day is #fungifriday #bloomscrolling Here is a ghost flower - an oddity in the plant world because it doesn…

Do you know what I truly hate? Biting horse-flies.
Like, a whole swarm of them just starts flying around you, and won't let go. If you're walking fast, they usually don't manage to sit on you, but that doesn't stop them from trying. So they keep bouncing off your legs, trying to fly into your nose, walking over your glasses… and after a little time your skin is so irritated that you can't tell anymore if it managed to sit this time, or just bounced — until you feel the painful bite.
I think I've killed a record number of them today.