Niedawno popełniłem byłem błąd, i wziąłem się za tarcie czekolady na tarce. Pierwotny plan był taki, żeby zetrzeć całą tabliczkę, na zapas. Skończyło się na niewielkim odcinku.
Następnym razem zmądrzałem i użyłem po prostu dużego noża. Trochę boli nadgarstek, ale cała tabliczka jest teraz w pojemniku.
The origins of large-scale structure in family networks
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https://arxiv.org/abs/2508.02336 https://arxiv.org…
Calamus 19 Mind you the timid models of the rest, the majority?
A declaration of intellectual independence and a celebration of brotherly love. Honestly this poem feels a little clumsy to me, I can see why Whitman struck the awkward introducing lines in later editions.
As always, looking for the gay content:
Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love.
And I, in the public room, or on the crossing of the street, or on the ship's deck, kiss him in return
We observe that salute of American comrades
But I can't in all honestly read this use of "kissing" as erotic. Here the public kissing and the "salute of comrades" makes me think it's more of a fraternal kiss.
Which doesn't exclude a romantic kiss as well, or an erotic one. What's so vital about Calamus is how Whitman blends masculine sexual love with the love of comrades. I think both meanings are latent in every poem.
Multimodal, Multi-Disease Medical Imaging Foundation Model (MerMED-FM)
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Latent-X: An Atom-level Frontier Model for De Novo Protein Binder Design
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https:/…
Spin-charge bound states and emerging fermions in a quantum spin liquid
Jens H. Nyhegn, Kristian Knakkergaard Nielsen, Leon Balents, Georg M. Bruun
https://arxiv.org/abs/2507.02508
The Teacher's Dilemma: Balancing Trade-Offs in Programming Education for Emergent Bilingual Students
Emma R. Dodoo, Tamara Nelson-Fromm, Mark Guzdial
https://arxiv.org/abs/2506.14147
A friend of mine last night told me about how his lover died of AIDS in 1994. And before he died, he had a port installed to more easily administer medication directly to his heart. Another friend also had a port installed in 1994 for AIDS treatment. That friend survived another year until the antiretrovirals became available and he is still alive today. My friend's partner died.
Calamus 32 What think you...
A funny gotcha of a poem: Whitman starts by suggesting he is going to write about battleships, or cities, or "splendors". But then he switches gears:
two simple men I saw to-day ... parting the parting of dear friends
And then goes into fully romantic
The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and passionately kissed him,
While the one to depart, tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.
Hot, right? A passionate kiss, a tight embrace, never wanting to let go.
Again I am astonished that a poem this gay would be published in 1860. Or that generations of bloodless scholars would sputter and say "they were just pals".