Linux gamer, retired aviator, profanity enthusiast
It’s illegal to transmit music, it’s illegal to transmit anything encrypted unless you’re controlling a satellite, it’s illegal to transmit anything for commercial purposes, and it’s actually illegal to transmit anything on a regular basis that could reasonably be communicated some other way.
I’ve been asking Google Gemini weird and stupid trivia questions just to burn the world down faster.
I mean, does anyone actually communicate on the ham bands? HF is for contesting and contesting only, 2 meters is for “checking in and out” on ragchew nets, 70cm is 2m again except half the range, 220 is hipster 2 meter, and I’ve never been given a reason to even think about 33cm and above. You’re more likely to find discussion about Icom vs Yaesu’s incompatible 2 meter digital things than high UHF.
Most actual communication is illegal on the ham bands one way or another so…I haven’t renewed my license.
My next thought would be to find a use for the heat; colocate the data center with some other facility that needs massive quantities of heat. I remember something about a spa that heated its pools with computers (I think mining bitcoin, but still). I’ve also been curious if heat pumps could get hot enough to bake bread at industrial scales. Pump heat out of a data center and into a bigass bread oven?
What do datacenters need large volumes of running water for? Can they not do a continuous loop? It’s for cooling computers, right? That can’t be done with a closed loop of water?
Do they need therapy? Or do they need a world they can actually fucking live in?
It’s not like either one is available to them.
I do, I have this little Lenovo piece of manufactured ewaste that was capable of running Windows 10…in a perfectly flat frictionless vacuum. It briefly ran Fedora KDE, then I tried Fedora Gnome, which seemed more tablet friendly because the UI is big dumb iPad style, doesn’t make me hate Gnome any less. I may attempt KDE again.
Once again I’ll say, I’m perfectly fine with the death of the essay as viable school homework.
In my experience, teachers graded only on grammar and formatting. Teaching - and more to the point, grading - effective writing skills is harder than nitpicking punctuation, spelling and font choices, so guess what happens more often?
You want school to mean anything, you’re going to have to switch to verbal or demonstrable skills instead of paperwork. Which society probably needs to do anyway.
I’ve seen two things out of “Men’s Health Awareness Month”:
I have no fucking interest in National Whatever Day or Something Awareness Month. They always end up an exercise in worthless busybody tokenism, and the more of them we put in place the more hilarious collisions we’re going to find. I got a great idea, let’s start observing National Temperence Week as the first week of May, so that we can generate pointless anger at the people drinking Corona and margaritas on Cinco De Mayo. I can hear Latinos now saying “Oh what the fuck have the white people made themselves mad about now?”
The messaging I have seen about “Men’s Health Awareness Month” has mostly been addressed to men saying things like “It’s okay to share, it’s okay to cry, there are five lights.” His lived experience has shown that no, it is not. He is overwhelmingly expected to be stable, and any display of weakness will permanently lessen his worth in anyone’s eyes. Telling HIM to open up when those are the consequences he knows await, addressing the problem as a change HE needs to make is just pissing up a rope.
I’m going to use the movie Fight Club as an illustrative device here: Pretty much all of the men in this setting find their social and emotional needs unmet by the structure of society. The buzzword you see thrown around today for this is “lack of third spaces.” The men in the testicular cancer group have basically only one pain to share with each other: loss of family, marriages, jobs etc. The men respond strongly positively to Fight Club, which at first is basically an underground bare knuckle boxing ring started by a mentally ill man. I have a hypothesis that something like a pickup game of basketball would have served much the same function, that what the men in this setting really need is time to do physical activities with other men, to form those bonds the way men actually do.
On that note, I’ll be right back.
This is one where I think the ball is very much in the women’s court.
I’ve seen a trend of vertical videos of fathers playing with their children, with a caption similar to “my latest ick.”
Millennial men are the most engaged cohort of dads in living memory, and women have responded pretty poorly to this.
Bring back periods in initialisms. U.N.
Y’all, I just got my replacement tooth, so I’m finally off my mechanical diet, and I’ve been waiting months to eat some hard shell TACOS! Some SPICY CHICKEN TACOS!
Same setup, same results. I do intentionally keep the resolution low though.
Fathers versus childless men, rather than husbands vs unmarried men. Telling.
Conrail?
The tweenagers hosing on Axe in coastal cities will take care of that I think.
That was my first thought, a tide pod also rapidly dissolves in sea water, we shouldn’t be dumping those in the ocean though.
They learn this shit at college, don’t they?
Get into ham radio if you like radios, that’s pretty much the only topic you’ll find on the air.