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Josh McDaniels says there’s no hard feelings toward Raiders https://www.reviewjournal.com/sports/raiders/josh-mcdaniels-says-theres-no-hard-feelings-toward-raiders-3438187/

No Hard Feelings
Ever wondered what your boyfriend or girlfriend is thinking?...
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Post-leave burnout recovery, week 2:
Lots of mixed feelings in returning to work. I really missed my team and my job. Work and the work schedule are each somewhat helpful for recovery. 1:1s with reports and partnerships are a strong highlight of my week!
Motivation while recovering from the tail end of burnout is hard for some types of work as a manager. Burnout makes motivation hard as it is, and lack of context on what's going on makes that harder, and both of those exacerba…

Navigating the herd.
(There were 170 highland cattle, sometimes just a few inches away... quite a few blocking the path with their calves and feeling agitated so we had to navigate/bypass through the talus fields higher up, giving these beauties more space...)
#FootpathFriday #LandscapePhotography

I wonder how hard it would be to fabricate something that might (inadvertently, of course) disrupt the functioning of a drone that was, for instance, flying around a peaceful demonstration? I know it’s a federal felony (punishable by up to 20 years in prison) to shoot them down, or point a laser at them. But maybe something in a pocket, or backpack? So it’s not visible? #askingforafriend…

There was once a machine that told you "you want this" and "this is good." It said, "there can be no better system and it's foolish to try to build one." That machine has long since failed to function. Now you choke on fumes as it is consumed by the wild flames of an abandoned cause.
That machine could not possibly work anymore because the evidence of it's falsehood has become too overwhelming.
No, only abject terror now can keep you from plotting your escape, from creating an alternative. No, the illusion has long since broken. All that's left now is triggering fight, flight, freeze as hard as possible. Most will be paralyzed, and those who fight can be used as an excuse to escalate the terror.
These are the final stages of a dying sun, expanding and consuming it's children before the final supernova.
There is no longer a stable system, no longer a system with a future. All that remains is the spectacle that hopes to distract you long enough that you too can be consumed, that it may sustain itself a few moments longer.

My wife read some of the Discworld books years ago but lost interest, I have tried to get her hooked for a while.
This morning we collected an old edition of "Alles Sense" (Reaper Man) from the post office. She just wanted to have a quick peak inside. That was an hour ago. I silently retreated to another room.
Now I just heard her shout "I want a curry!" from the living room.

Schon arg. Da werden in Flensburg und LIppstadt jeweils ein evangelisches und ein katholisches Krankenhaus fusioniert und nun dürfen dort keine Schwangerschaftsabbrüche (selbst nach Vergewaltigungen) mehr durch geführt werden. Wo bitte leben wir?
Keine Steuergelder mehr für solche Krankenhäuser. Wenn eine Organgisation ideologisch so ausgerichtet is, dass nicht gelten darf, was gesetztlich erlaubt ist, dann muss sie sich selbst finanzieren.
Dazu:

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In melancholy, the spirits are carried away by an agitation, but a weak agitation that lacks power or violence, a sort of impotent upset that follows neither a particular path nor the aperta opercula [open ways], but traverses the cerebral matter constantly creating new pores. Yet the spirits do not wander far on the new paths they create, and their agitation dies down rapidly, as their strength is quickly spent and motion comes to a halt: ‘non longe perveniunt’ [they do not reach far]. A trouble of this nature, common to all delirium, does not have the power to produce on the surface of the body the violent movements or the cries to be observed in mania and frenzy. Melancholy never attains frenzy; it is a madness always at the limits of its own impotence. That paradox is explained by the secret alterations in the spirits. Ordinarily, they travel with the speed and instantaneous transparency of rays of light, but in melancholy they become weighed down with night, becoming ‘obscure, thick and dark’, and the images of things that they bring before consciousness are ‘in a shadow, or covered with darkness’. As a result they move more slowly, and are more like a dark, chemical vapour than pure light. This chemical vapour is acid in nature, rather than sulphurous or alcoholic, for in acid vapours the particles are mobile and incapable of repose, but their activity is weak and without consequence. When they are distilled, all that remains in the still is a kind of insipid phlegm. Acid vapours, therefore, are taken to have the same properties as melancholy, whereas alcoholic vapours, which are always ready to burst into flames, are more related to frenzy, and sulphurous vapours bring on mania, as they are agitated by continuous, violent movement. If the ‘formal reason and causes’ of melancholy were to be sought, it made sense to look for them in the vapours that rose up from the blood to the head, and which had degenerated into ‘an acetous or sharp distillation’. A cursory glance seems to indicate that a melancholy of spirits and a whole chemistry of humours lies behind Willis’ analyses, but in fact his guiding principle mostly reflects the immediate qualities of the melancholic illness: an impotent disorder, and the shadow that comes over the spirit with an acrid acidity that slowly corrodes the heart and the mind. The chemistry of acids is not an explanation of the symptoms, but a qualitative option: a whole phenomenology of melancholic experience.
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(Michel Foucault, History of Madness)

I dunno about y'all, but this old gaming dude certainly has been getting some serious Sega Dreamcast flashbacks regarding what's going on with M$ and Xbox.
Bout a year before Sega pulled the rug, the rumors were flying hard. "Don't buy the DC, it's already dead, Sega has no idea what it's doing (etc). Get the PS2, everyone gonna be getting one, you'll be missing out."
Self fulfilling prophecy: once you've alienated more than half your user …