@arXiv_nuclth_bot@mastoxiv.page2025-05-30 10:08:58
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@ethanwhite@hachyderm.io2025-05-13 16:55:13
I'm interested in making my own visualizations of weather radar data to display patterns in a region of the US (covered by multiple stations) over longish periods of time (e.g., a month).
Think something like this year of US radar, but smaller & shorter in my case: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPuDPxK88g0
I'm familiar with mapping and animation in Python/R, but not weather radar data. I've been looking for tutorials, but haven't been able to track any down yet. Pointers very much welcome
@tanyakaroli@expressional.social2025-06-09 06:01:39
Dygtige skribenter har en fantastisk forståelse for sprogets nuancer, helt ned (op?) på et fŸlelsesmæssigt niveau. Jeg har lige nydt Kathryn Schulz’ diskussion af fŸlelsen i ordet “og” (dvs. “and” fordi hun taler om engelsk, men pointerne er de samme for dansk) i Ezra Kleins podcast.
Man kunne tale om en tankens grammatik, en formning af vores tanker. Og “og” er vidunderlig fordi denne konjunktion kan sammensætte både det kongruente og det inkongruente, og samtidig peger ordet ind i f…
@mgorny@social.treehouse.systems2025-06-09 16:48:12
"""
"[…] Wanting a man got me into awful troubles more than once. But wanting to get married, never! No, no. None of that for me."
"Why not?" Tenar demanded.
Taken aback, Moss said simply, "Why, what man'd marry a witch?" And then, with a sidelong chewing motion of her jaw, like a sheep shifting its cud, “And what witch’d marry a man?"
They split rushes.
"What's wrong with men?" Tenar inquired cautiously.
As cautiously, lowering her voice, Moss replied, "I don't know, my dearie. I’ve thought on it. Often I’ve thought on it. The best I can say it is like this. A man’s in his skin, see, like a nut in its shell." She held up her long, bent, wet fingers as if holding a walnut. “It’s hard and strong, that shell, and it’s all full of him. Full of grand man-meat, man-self. And that’s all. That’s all there is. It’s all him and nothing else, inside."
Tenar pondered awhile and finally asked, "But if he's a wizard—"
"Then it's all his power, inside. His power’s himself, see. That’s how it is with him. And that’s all. When his power goes, he’s gone. Empty." She cracked the unseen walnut and tossed the shells away. “Nothing."
"And a woman, then?"
"Oh, well, dearie, a woman's a different thing entirely. Who knows where a woman begins and ends? Listen, mistress, I have roots, I have roots deeper than this island. Deeper than the sea, older than the raising of the lands. I go back into the dark." Moss’s eyes shone with a weird brightness in their red rims and her voice sang like an instrument. “I go back into the dark! Before the moon I was. No one knows, no one knows, no one can say what I am, what a woman is, a woman of power, a woman’s power, deeper than the roots of trees, deeper than the roots of islands, older than the Making, older than the moon. Who dares ask questions of the dark? Who’ll ask the dark its name?"
"""
(Ursula K. Le Guin, Tehanu)
@arXiv_csCR_bot@mastoxiv.page2025-06-13 07:35:40
Guardians of the Regime: When and Why Autocrats Create Secret Police
Marius Mehrl, Mila Pfander, Theresa Winner, Cornelius Fritz
https://arxiv.org/abs/2506.10194
