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@gevoel@mastodon.green
2026-02-16 19:49:59

Groeten en saus uit de oven
#HetIsAlweerOp

@krone@frawas.de
2026-01-16 06:29:09

Geheimnis gelüftet - Formel 1: So sieht der neue Red-Bull-Bolide aus! #News #Nachrichten

Geheimnis gelüftet - Formel 1: So sieht der neue Red-Bull-Bolide aus!
Das Geheimnis ist gelüftet: Red Bull hat in Detroit, der Heimatstadt des neuen Motoren-Partners Ford, sein Design für die Formel-1-Saison 2026 ...

@PwnieFan@infosec.exchange
2026-03-16 15:27:23

The first picture is from a few weeks ago. I thought sledding season was over until the storm yesterday. I went snowshoeing and marveled at how fast the wind can fill in your tracks. Many years ago I was snowshoeing with someone and we got lost because our trail had disappeared. We were losing light, so we hiked out to the road to get our bearings.

Sign that says Sled library with sleds beneath it

Looking up through branches frosted with snow

Bark where all the nooks and crannies are filled with snow

@tiotasram@kolektiva.social
2026-03-16 03:38:39

Just finished "The Phantom Scientist" by Robin Cousin, translated into English by Edward Gauvin. It's a book I really enjoyed, although of course being an academic computer scientist it pushes a lot of my buttons. The idea of an "Institute" fated to descend into chaos, a systems expert tasked with slowing that process, and researchers whose results are a bit too effective for their own good is a catnip setting for me, and the points about epistemology although somewhat diluted are quite nice.
#AmReading #ReadingNow

@deepthoughts10@infosec.exchange
2026-03-14 19:40:18

What day is it? #piday

Pie with the numerical value of Pi written in its crust

@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.com
2025-12-17 11:25:12

Sonnet 019 - XIX
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love&#…