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OLG: Heimliche Kamera im Zimmer eines Mitbewohners ist nicht per se strafbar
Das Anbringen einer Überwachungskamera im Raum eines Mitbewohners verletzt dessen höchstpersönlichen Lebensbereich nicht automatisch, so ein Oberlandesgericht.

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Nilsson:
🎵 Without You
#Nilsson
https://dusten.bandcamp.com/track/without-you-nilsson-fashion
https://open.spotify.com/track/6MrILERJLA3Jcq0E9poZsp

https://antonz.org/be/ aka https://github.com/nalgeon/be seems to be a great middleground between t.Fatal boilerpl…

Concise test assertions with Be
Go package with a minimal API and flexible error checking.

On the other hand, the robot is better at navigating San Francisco's disastrous traffic than any Uber driver.

Um random guy selling BBQ in the middle of the Duboce dog area? Bold move.

I see Waymo has joined Uber and Doordash in lying about service times. "We can pick you up in 4 minutes!" So you press the button and commit, then are told "we will pick you up in 12 minutes!"

The only valid use for AI is making silly pet pictures sillier. However it totally changed Barney's breed.

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on KEXP's #AfternoonShow
Harry Nilsson:
🎵 Without You
#HarryNilsson
https://gardenonatrampoline.bandcamp.com/track/without-you-harry-nilsson
https://open.spotify.com/track/6MrILERJLA3Jcq0E9poZsp

Calamus 28 When I peruse the conquered fame of heroes
My surface reading is this is a celebration of the common man, perhaps soldiers, over the more famous generals and presidents. But this commentary encourages me to dig deeper.
First, to highlight the gay text...
the brotherhood of lovers ... Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were
Very homoromantic language! Male lovers who stay together through their whole lives, affectionate.
The last fillip here is Whitman's own stance: "pensive... filled with the bitterest envy". Whitman admires these lovers and envies them. That's a striking feeling to disclose!

Calamus 29 One flitting glimpse
What a sweet poem of quiet love. One of my favorites so far.
The setup is voyeuristic: we're spying on a bar full of men. And we see Whitman in a corner, and then
a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand
It astonishes me that these poems of clear homosexual love were published in 1860!
What's particularly nice is the contrast between the rowdy bar scene
drinking and oath and smutty jest
and the quiet intimacy of Whitman and his lover
we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
The expression of love here is universal. But it is a man writing about a man, in the company of men. And thus it is particularly mine.