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The pomegranate juice vendors in Xi’an's Muslim Quarter know how to flaunt their wares. Then again, they've had time to figure it out. The fruits first appeared in Xi’an via the Silk Road nearly 2000 years ago, carrying connotations of fertility and abundance from the Near East. Over time, they gave birth to a uniquely Chinese idiom: "bowing down to a pomegranate skirt" 拜倒石榴裙下 means to be utterly besotted by feminine charms. #Pomegranate #Juice #Xi'an #ChineseFood #Asia #travel #石榴 #西安 #中国
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The pomegranate juice vendors in Xi’an's Muslim Quarter know how to flaunt their wares. Then again, they've had time to figure it out. The fruits first appeared in Xi’an via the Silk Road nearly 2000 years ago, carrying connotations of fertility and abundance from the Near East. Over time, they gave birth to a uniquely Chinese idiom: "bowing down to a pomegranate skirt" 拜倒石榴裙下 means to be utterly besotted by feminine charms. #Pomegranate #Juice #Xi'an #ChineseFood #Asia #travel #石榴 #西安 #中国
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The pomegranate juice vendors in Xi’an's Muslim Quarter know how to flaunt their wares. Then again, they've had time to figure it out. The fruits first appeared in Xi’an via the Silk Road nearly 2000 years ago, carrying connotations of fertility and abundance from the Near East. Over time, they gave birth to a uniquely Chinese idiom: "bowing down to a pomegranate skirt" 拜倒石榴裙下 means to be utterly besotted by feminine charms. #Pomegranate #Juice #Xi'an #ChineseFood #Asia #travel #石榴 #西安 #中国
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The pomegranate juice vendors in Xi’an's Muslim Quarter know how to flaunt their wares. Then again, they've had time to figure it out. The fruits first appeared in Xi’an via the Silk Road nearly 2000 years ago, carrying connotations of fertility and abundance from the Near East. Over time, they gave birth to a uniquely Chinese idiom: "bowing down to a pomegranate skirt" 拜倒石榴裙下 means to be utterly besotted by feminine charms. #Pomegranate #Juice #Xi'an #ChineseFood #Asia #travel #石榴 #西安 #中国
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With both Madrid and Berlin cleaved asunder tonight, DIOCLETIAN and TRIVAX are soon airbourne to England to bring the destruction home. All dates are locked and loaded, and we are all raring to get on the road.
The first assault converges in Newcastle, for a Saturday sortie to remember. There’ll be updates along the way, so keep checking in.
The Exclusive Tour Vinyl is selling fast, but we still have a few copies available on the merch desk each night. Turn up early to avoid disappointment.
CASH ONLY!
https://heathenstorm.com/2024/04/26/destruction-imminent/
#blackmetal #diocletian #livemusic #metal #music #tour #trivax #warmetal
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Skopje Jazz Festival 2020: WILLIAM PARKER TRIO
William Parker: bass
Ava Mendoza: electric guitar
Gerald Cleaver: drumshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3to_QWDUMU
#music #jazz #avantgarde #freejazz #experimental #williamparker #avamendoza #geraldcleaver
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Matthew Shipp - piano
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_ShippWilliam Parker - double bass
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Parker_(musician)Gerald Cleaver - drums
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerald_Cleaver_(musician)Khan Jamal - vibraphone
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khan_Jamal"Equilibrium"
(Thirsty Ear 2003)
https://songwhip.com/matthew-shipp/equilibrium2003#nowlistening #jazz #music
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Gangs of London S01E01 released in 2020
Great violence
A man with no weapons takes on another with two cleavers
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#Tourmaline on #Orthoclase with #Cleavelandite & #Lepidolite Barra do Salinas Dist., Coronel Murta, Minas Gerais, #Brazil 13 cm tall x 11 cm wide
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Spectacular Lustrous Deep Electric-Blue #Tourmaline Crystals with whitish #Cleavelandite, purple #Lepidolite and Meta-#Autunite From Coroaci, Minas Gerais, #Brazil
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Gorgeous #Rubellite on #Cleavelandite and #Lepidolite From Jonas Mine, #Brazil.
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!!Long post!!
I've been messing with Fabric lately. Im working on a pattern to write blogs from the crude notes that I take all day long. Today, my latest write_blog pattern decided it was a wizard and came up with this:
wl-paste | fabric -sp write_how-to_3
The Dark Arts of the `dd` Command: A Wizard's Guide to Disk Alchemy in Linux
In the grand, shadowy library of Linux command-line utilities, there lurks a spell so potent, so fraught with peril and promise, that only the most intrepid of digital wizards dare to invoke its name. This incantation is none other than `dd`, a command of such arcane power that it can conjure disk images from the ether, banish data into oblivion, and even clone the very soul of a disk with but a few keystrokes.
But beware, for with great power comes great responsibility. The `dd` command does not suffer fools gladly. A misplaced letter, a slip of the finger, and poof! Your data vanishes into the digital void, leaving nary a trace behind. Thus, let us embark on this perilous journey with caution, armed with knowledge and respect for the dark arts we are about to wield.
### The Incantation Deciphered
At its heart, the `dd` command speaks a simple language:
```
dd if=<source of eldritch energies> of=<destination of arcane power> [options]
```
- `if=` beckons the source from which the magic will flow.
- `of=` designates the vessel that will receive this mystical energy.
- Options are the secret runes that modify the spell's potency and behavior.### Conjuring Disk Backups
1. **Identifying Your Grimoire**: With a wave of your wand (or, more mundanely, the `lsblk` command), reveal the true names of all disks and partitions under your dominion.
2. **Entering the Astral Plane**: Boot from a live Linux medium to ensure that the spirits are calm and your system disk is at peace.
3. **Weaving the Spell**: To back up your disk `/dev/sda` to another dimension (or an external disk `/dev/sdb`), chant:
```
sudo dd if=/dev/sda of=/dev/sdb bs=4M status=progress
```
Here, `bs=4M` accelerates the spellcasting, while `status=progress` allows you to peer into the crystal ball to see how your magic unfolds.### Banishing Data to the Nether
- **To Cast into Darkness**: To purge a disk with the void of zeros:
```
sudo dd if=/dev/zero of=/dev/sdX bs=4M status=progress
```
- **To Summon Chaos**: For a more fiendish erasure, call forth randomness:
```
sudo dd if=/dev/urandom of=/dev/sdX bs=4M status=progress
```
Choose your target (`/dev/sdX`) with utmost care, lest you annihilate the wrong soul.### Cloning the Essence of a Disk
To bind the spirit of a disk into an image file:
1. **Selecting the Phylactery**: Find a sanctum with ample space to store this essence.
2. **Casting the Clone Spell**: Ensnare the disk `/dev/sda` into your chosen image file:
```
sudo dd if=/dev/sda of=/path/to/backup.img bs=4M status=progress
```### Resurrecting from an Image
To breathe life back into a system from its shadowy image:
```
sudo dd if=/path/to/backup.img of=/dev/sdX bs=4M status=progress
```
Ensure `/dev/sdX` is the rebirth chamber (target disk) for your resurrection ritual.### Words of Power
- **Scrying Correctly**: Always peer deeply into your crystal ball (double-check device names) before unleashing your spells.
- **Wield with Wisdom**: The `dd` command is a double-edged sword that can cleave through data without remorse.
- **Guard Your Treasures**: Always keep your precious data in multiple sanctuaries (backups) before embarking on dangerous quests.### Epilogue
Thus, we conclude our foray into the mystical realm of `dd`, a tool of unmatched versatility in the Linux sorcerer's arsenal. Whether for crafting backups, obliterating data, or duplicating disks, `dd` offers a path to both creation and destruction. But always remember: in the realm of powerful magic, caution is your best ally. Verify your incantations and choose your targets wisely, lest you invoke consequences dire and irreversible.%
#Linux #dd #CommandLine #SysAdmin #DiskManagement #DataBackup #DataRecovery #LinuxMagic #TechTips #DDCommand #OpenSource #LinuxCommunity #CyberSecurity #TechBlog #ITKnowledge #LinuxWizardry
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!!Long post!!
I've been messing with Fabric lately. Im working on a pattern to write blogs from the crude notes that I take all day long. Today, my latest write_blog pattern decided it was a wizard and came up with this:
wl-paste | fabric -sp write_how-to_3
The Dark Arts of the `dd` Command: A Wizard's Guide to Disk Alchemy in Linux
In the grand, shadowy library of Linux command-line utilities, there lurks a spell so potent, so fraught with peril and promise, that only the most intrepid of digital wizards dare to invoke its name. This incantation is none other than `dd`, a command of such arcane power that it can conjure disk images from the ether, banish data into oblivion, and even clone the very soul of a disk with but a few keystrokes.
But beware, for with great power comes great responsibility. The `dd` command does not suffer fools gladly. A misplaced letter, a slip of the finger, and poof! Your data vanishes into the digital void, leaving nary a trace behind. Thus, let us embark on this perilous journey with caution, armed with knowledge and respect for the dark arts we are about to wield.
### The Incantation Deciphered
At its heart, the `dd` command speaks a simple language:
```
dd if=<source of eldritch energies> of=<destination of arcane power> [options]
```
- `if=` beckons the source from which the magic will flow.
- `of=` designates the vessel that will receive this mystical energy.
- Options are the secret runes that modify the spell's potency and behavior.### Conjuring Disk Backups
1. **Identifying Your Grimoire**: With a wave of your wand (or, more mundanely, the `lsblk` command), reveal the true names of all disks and partitions under your dominion.
2. **Entering the Astral Plane**: Boot from a live Linux medium to ensure that the spirits are calm and your system disk is at peace.
3. **Weaving the Spell**: To back up your disk `/dev/sda` to another dimension (or an external disk `/dev/sdb`), chant:
```
sudo dd if=/dev/sda of=/dev/sdb bs=4M status=progress
```
Here, `bs=4M` accelerates the spellcasting, while `status=progress` allows you to peer into the crystal ball to see how your magic unfolds.### Banishing Data to the Nether
- **To Cast into Darkness**: To purge a disk with the void of zeros:
```
sudo dd if=/dev/zero of=/dev/sdX bs=4M status=progress
```
- **To Summon Chaos**: For a more fiendish erasure, call forth randomness:
```
sudo dd if=/dev/urandom of=/dev/sdX bs=4M status=progress
```
Choose your target (`/dev/sdX`) with utmost care, lest you annihilate the wrong soul.### Cloning the Essence of a Disk
To bind the spirit of a disk into an image file:
1. **Selecting the Phylactery**: Find a sanctum with ample space to store this essence.
2. **Casting the Clone Spell**: Ensnare the disk `/dev/sda` into your chosen image file:
```
sudo dd if=/dev/sda of=/path/to/backup.img bs=4M status=progress
```### Resurrecting from an Image
To breathe life back into a system from its shadowy image:
```
sudo dd if=/path/to/backup.img of=/dev/sdX bs=4M status=progress
```
Ensure `/dev/sdX` is the rebirth chamber (target disk) for your resurrection ritual.### Words of Power
- **Scrying Correctly**: Always peer deeply into your crystal ball (double-check device names) before unleashing your spells.
- **Wield with Wisdom**: The `dd` command is a double-edged sword that can cleave through data without remorse.
- **Guard Your Treasures**: Always keep your precious data in multiple sanctuaries (backups) before embarking on dangerous quests.### Epilogue
Thus, we conclude our foray into the mystical realm of `dd`, a tool of unmatched versatility in the Linux sorcerer's arsenal. Whether for crafting backups, obliterating data, or duplicating disks, `dd` offers a path to both creation and destruction. But always remember: in the realm of powerful magic, caution is your best ally. Verify your incantations and choose your targets wisely, lest you invoke consequences dire and irreversible.%
#Linux #dd #CommandLine #SysAdmin #DiskManagement #DataBackup #DataRecovery #LinuxMagic #TechTips #DDCommand #OpenSource #LinuxCommunity #CyberSecurity #TechBlog #ITKnowledge #LinuxWizardry
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New trend: Young professionals in China are ordering kids' meals for themselves. Some prefer the smaller portions and lighter flavors (less oil and salt), others just want to save money. But let's not underestimate the strong appeal of "I'm baby." After all, who's going to turn down a free toy?
And apparently, the restaurants do not balk at selling these half-priced meals to adults. No judgment—the inner child is welcome to dine.
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El Món en Pausa: Quan la Pandèmia em Va Donar Permís per Existir
El Món en Pausa: Quan la Pandèmia em Va Donar Permís per Existir
El primer dia de confinament, el silenci va arribar com una benedicció. Des de casa meva, vaig veure com els carrers s’esbufegaven, com si el món hagués aguantat la respiració durant dècades i finalment pogués exhalar. Els cotxes es van convertir en escultures de metall estàtiques, els veïns en ombres darrere finestres, i jo, per primera vegada en quaranta anys, em vaig sentir invisible. I va ser meravellós.
Durant setmanes, ningú em va demanar que fos algú que no era. No vaig haver de somriure per tranquil·litzar clients nerviosos, ni de forçar una veu amable mentre explicava els avantatges d’un nou mòbil o les clàusules d’un pla telefònic. El telèfon de la feina va deixar de vibrar, les reunions es van esvair com suor a la roca, i el món es va reduir a quatre parets, un sofà i el soroll dels vidres del balcó tremolant amb el vent.
Al principi, em va costar creure-ho. Des de petit, m’havien ensenyat que la vida era un teatre: jo, l’actor secundari que mai surt als crèdits, però manté l’escena en marxa. Aprendre el guió va ser fàcil. Els diàlegs “Com estàs?”, “Què tal tot?”, “Hem de quedar per fer un cafè!” els tenia memoritzats des dels dotze anys, quan vaig descobrir que un somriure fals podia evitar preguntes incòmodes. Però el preu… Ah, el preu. Cada dia, després de tancar la botiga, em quedava assegut al cotxe durant mitja hora, mirant el volant, mentre el meu cervell es desinflava com un globus.
La pandèmia va ser el tallafoc que mai m’havia permès posar. De cop, ja no era el “Jordi eficient”, el “Jordi sempre disponible”. Era només jo, un home en pijama, amb una tassa de te ja freda a la mà i una llista de sèries que mai acabava. Les nits ja no eren un preludi de l’estrès del matí: eren hores llargues i quietes, plenes de llibres oblidats i de música que escoltava amb els ulls tancats. Fins i tot el soroll dels aplaudiments als balcons, aquell intent col·lectiu de normalitat, em semblava una bufetada de realitat suau, com una tovallola humida llançada amb cura per no fer mal.
I, enmig d’aquella quietud, vaig trobar una excusa per fer alguna cosa que sempre havia volgut: comprar-me una impressora 3D.
Durant anys, l’havia ruminat com un caprici absurd, “Per què?” em deia, però la pandèmia em va donar una raó. Vaig començar imprimint viseres amb pantalles per als metges del CAP de Palafrugell, després suports per a mascaretes que alleugerissin les orelles dels infermers, i mil coses més que compartíem en grups de voluntaris a través de Telegram i que em van mantenir ocupat les nits senceres. La màquina sorollosa i aparatosa es va convertir en una estranya companyia: no em demanava converses, ni somriures, ni disculpes. Només filament i donar-li temps.Cada setmana, un home de Protecció Civil trucava al timbre per recollir el material. Jo deixava les bosses al portal i l’observava des de l’entrada mentre ho carregava tot al cotxe. No vam intercanviar paraules, però quan es va girar per mirar-me i va fer un gest d’agraïment amb el cap, em vaig sentir útil per primera vegada en anys. No ho feia per rebre reconeixement de cap mena. Era només jo, la meva impressora, i un món que necessitava al personal sanitari més que mai i que aquest no tenia les eines per afrontar el que ens venia a tots a sobre.
També vaig trobar alguna cosa més: un racó del món on no havia de ser ningú. Un vespre, mentre la impressora xiulava com una cadernera èbria, vaig crear un servidor de Discord. Un espai buit amb un nom tan poc original com vaig poder, un grapat de canals de veu i de text on podíem anar deixant coses, amb el temps, es va omplir de veus. Gent que havia anat consegüent per xarxes, en jocs o en fòrums perduts. Alguns entraven i marxaven sense més ni més; d’altres es quedaven.
Eren veus darrere pseudònims, perfils amb noms estranys impossibles de pronunciar. Gent que, com jo, buscava un lloc on existir sense màscares. De tant en tant ens quedàvem xerrant fins que tornava a sortir el sol, i ells em van ensenyar el que mai no havia après en quaranta anys, els silencis còmodes existeixen. Connectàvem per jugar, per parlar de qualsevol cosa o de res, o simplement per deixar-nos obert el micròfon mentre fèiem vida per casa. De vegades, desapareixia sense avís. L’endemà, ningú em preguntava per què. Era un acord no escrit: tots tenim dies en què les paraules pesen massa.
Alguns van passar del online al offline: Alguna barbacoa mentre els gossos ens miraven amb curiositat, un dinar sorpresa per Cap d’Any; un altre em va enviar per correu una samarreta de l’R2D2. D’altres romanen en l’anonimat, veus sense rostre que em recorden que no sóc l’únic que lluita per respirar en un món de pressió.
Llavors va passar alguna cosa estranya, vaig començar a respirar. No em refereixo a poder amagar-me rere mascaretes o evitar aglomeracions. Em refereixo a una sensació física, com si hagués estat nedant contra corrent tota la vida i, de sobte, l’aigua s’hagués aturat. Els dies s’allargaven sense pressa, i jo, per primera vegada, tenia temps de notar coses: el tacte rugós de les rajoles sota els peus nus a la terrassa, l’olor de pa torrat que pujava des del forn, el ronronejar de la Blanqueta (la matriarca de la colònia de gats que viu al meu pati) mentre s’enrotllava al costat dels gossos, La Bruixa i en Cooper, que dormien sota el sol com guardians tranquils.
I ningú em jutjava. Ningú em deia “Jordi, has engreixat” o “Jordi, fa temps que no se’t veu el pèl”. La solitud es va convertir en una manta gruixuda que em protegia del fred que mai m’havia adonat que existia.
Avui encara recordo aquell abril de 2020 com un somni. Un somni estrany en què el món s’havia aturat per dir-me: “Està bé. No cal que corris”. Però els somnis s’acaben, i el món va tornar a girar, més ràpid que mai, com si volgués recuperar el temps perdut. El problema és que jo no vaig poder seguir-lo.
Quan van tornar a obrir les portes de la botiga, vaig intentar encaixar de nou. “Anem a poc a poc”, em deia, mentre m’ajustava el penjoll amb el nom com si fos una corda al coll. Els meus caps em recordaven amb somriures forçats que “necessitem recuperar vendes, Jordi, cal que els clients tornin a connectar”. Connectar. La paraula em cremava la llengua. Jo ja no sabia què era això. Durant mesos, havia viscut sense màscares (ni de tela ni de teatre), i ara, cada “Hola, què necessites?” sonava com una mentida tallada amb motlle. La màscara que havia dut des de petit, aquella que em permetia ser el venedor afable, el col·lega eficient, s’havia esmicolat en el silenci del confinament. I el que quedava era el pes buit d’un paper que ja no podia representar.
Els clients entraven, sortien, i jo repetia els mateixos guions com un autòmata. Però les preguntes innocents “Com estàs?” em creaven nusos a l’estómac. Abans, responia amb un “Bé, i tu?” automàtic. Ara, cada paraula era una pedra que havia de treure del fang dels dies sense pressa, dels matins en què ningú em demanava res. I el fang pesava. Pesava més que totes les targetes de crèdit que havia passat per la terminal, més que els telèfons exposats a les vitrines, més que les hores mortes esperant que algú entrés per la porta.
I així va arribar el final. No com una explosió, sinó com una fuga lenta. Les paraules “Bon dia, en què puc ajudar-lo?” em van sonar com un dialecte oblidat. Tornava a casa cada nit més cremat, amb el cap ple de xifres de vendes i riures forçats que em ressonaven com campanes trencades. Però hi tornava. Hi tornava perquè els rebuts no s’omplien sols, perquè els gossos necessitaven pinso, perquè el món exigeix monedes per deixar-te respirar.
Fins que un vespre, abans de tancar, el meu cap em va venir a veure. La seva veu sonava a enregistrament: “No ets tu, és la situació”. L’acomiadament va arribar amb un sobre blanc i una firma robòtica. I jo, en lloc de plorar o cridar, vaig notar una cosa estranya sota l’angoixa: alleujament.
El camí de tornada a casa va ser una contradicció de passos. El cor em deia que havia fracassat; el cervell, que per fi podia deixar de fingir. Els gossos van venir a rebre’m com sempre, sense preguntes, i els gats del jardí es van fregar contra les meves cames com si res hagués canviat. Però tot havia canviat. Havia perdut una feina, sí, però també havia perdut una cadena.
Aquell primer mes, una nit, mentre les factures s’aplegaven a la taula com acusadors silenciosos, vaig escoltar el Ronronejar de la Blanqueta i vaig entendre una cosa:
A vegades, alliberar-se te un preu, un preu que no se com podre seguir pagant, de moment vaig trampejant com puc fent cosetes aquí i allà, però que haig de trobar la manera de no renunciar a aquesta llibertat.Ara, mentre escric això des del meu sofà (el mateix del 2020, més enfonsat, però igual d’acollidor), sé que molts em veuen com un fracassat. Un home divorciat, sense feina, sense xarxes socials plenes de vídeos de brunchs, sense plans de cap de setmana. Però ells no saben que, per primera vegada, sóc lliure.
No és perfecte ni de lluny. La majoria de dies l’ansietat em colpeja com un puny, i nits en què el silenci pesa massa. Però també hi ha moments de claredat: quan alimento la Blanqueta i els altres gats del jardí com l’Ullets, la Tita, el Pelut, etc, i em miro en els seus ulls verds, indiferents a les meves crisis; quan sento el vent del balcó i recordo que, durant uns mesos meravellosos, el món em va donar permís per existir tal com sóc.
Ara, cada nit, torno a aquell racó de veus que no em demanen res. Connecto, poso els auriculars, i deixo que el murmuri del servidor m’emboliqui com una manta. Hi ha rialles, discussions sobre qualsevol tonteria, i pauses llargues on només se sent com tecleja algú que treballa o juga en segon pla. De vegades, quan la boira mental torna, abaixo el volum i em quedo escoltant-los com qui escolta la pluja des de sota un paraigua. I quan desconnecto, sé que demà hi tornaran. Sense preguntes, sense “per què no vas dir res?”, sense “què ha passat?”.
És el poc contacte que necessito. Un lloc on tots entenem que, a vegades, el millor que pots fer pels altres és ser-hi, sense exigir ni ser exigit, un grapat de veus rere pseudònims impossibles, amb noms reals al darrere que tots coneixem, però que no fem servir.
Els gossos ronquen als meus peus, els gats s’estiren als coixins, i jo torno a sentir-me com aquell home del 2020. I encara que el món insisteixi a dir el contrari, jo sé la veritat:
Vaig estar més viu quan tot es va aturar.#Aïllament #Asperger #AutismAcceptance #Autisme #ExperiènciaPersonal #MentalHealthAwareness #Neurodivergència #Pandemia #Reflexió #Resilience #SalutMental
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👩🔬Unsere Physikerin der Woche ist M. Phys. Siân Cleaver!
Siân ist Luft- und Raumfahrtingenieurin und Projektmanagerin. Ihre Karriere wird von ihrer Leidenschaft für die bemannte Raumfahrt und ihrem Wunsch, den Menschen wieder auf den Mond zu bringen, angetrieben. Derzeit ist sie bei Airbus Defence and Space in Bremen als Bereichsleiterin für Antrieb und Avionik des europäischen Orion-Servicemoduls (ESM) tätig.
Mehr zu Siân: https://www.dpg-physik.de/vereinigungen/fachuebergreifend/ak/akc/publikationen/physikerin-der-woche/physikerin-der-woche-2026
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We are TOTALLY stumped in this adventure in our 1920s game.
We've been approached by a mob boss and hired to convince a (large) family fish shop to sell. Normal methods will not work as they are a bunch of large Dutch men with cleavers, people who try tend to go missing, and a bunch of Important people eat there and will help. #GURPS #sups
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LibreDataHub est une plateforme open-source de sciences de la donnée.
La deuxième version de LibreDataHub permet l’intégration de nouveaux outils open-source @ProjectJupyter @airflow @mystmarkdown @rstudio @grafana #cbeaver #LinkR #keycloak et propose une gestion efficace des ressources serveurs afin de partager équitablement la capacité entre les utilisateurs.
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Two decades ago, KFC China bought the iconic Macanese recipe for Portuguese-style egg tarts. Now they're giving it to their customers in the form of a DIY kit. You pour the creamy filling into the shells, then crank your toaster oven to 190 C for 35min. Compared to their store-bought KFC cousins, these egg tarts are smaller and less sweet ... but that's exactly what makes it possible to binge 16 of them in a row. #EggTarts #KFC #DIY #baking #China #Asia #travel #蛋挞 #葡式 #肯德基 #中国
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#trackinglife on the beach, #Ozette Triangle on the #Washington coast. What do you see?
Image 3: Two pairs of tracks side by side, each pair slightly overlapping, showing two toes each with pointed fronts and a cleave between them.
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Quasit's Book Recommendations: "A Shropshire Lad" by A. E. Housman (1896)
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.Meet A.E. Housman, if you haven't met him before. His poetry may not be fashionable any more (he rhymed, which is apparently a cardinal sin among poets these days), but it was brilliant, addictive, and powerfully moving.
I memorized many of his poems for years, just for the fun of it. There are lessons in them that I treasure.
That's why, when I came across a TERRIBLY mangled Barnes & Noble ebook of "A Shropshire Lad", I couldn't resist writing a review in the style of Housman:
The verses get five stars from me;
The presentation, one.
A pity 'tis that OCR's
So ruined poor Housman's fun!The headers cleave each verse in twain
The lines lie torn and wrent,
How cruel to make him die again!
Needlessly violent.But hope lives on, for pristine text
of "Shropshire Lad" is free
On Project Gutenberg, the home
of Housman fans like me.And here's the link, available on Project Gutenberg in all the major ebook formats. Enjoy!
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5720
Happy reading! 🤓📖
#QuasitBookRecs #Books #Classics #Bookstodon #Poetry #FreeEbooks
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Quasit's Book Recommendations: "A Shropshire Lad" by A. E. Housman (1896)
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.Meet A.E. Housman, if you haven't met him before. His poetry may not be fashionable any more (he rhymed, which is apparently a cardinal sin among poets these days), but it was brilliant, addictive, and powerfully moving.
I memorized many of his poems for years, just for the fun of it. There are lessons in them that I treasure.
That's why, when I came across a TERRIBLY mangled Barnes & Noble ebook of "A Shropshire Lad", I couldn't resist writing a review in the style of Housman:
The verses get five stars from me;
The presentation, one.
A pity 'tis that OCR's
So ruined poor Housman's fun!The headers cleave each verse in twain
The lines lie torn and wrent,
How cruel to make him die again!
Needlessly violent.But hope lives on, for pristine text
of "Shropshire Lad" is free
On Project Gutenberg, the home
of Housman fans like me.And here's the link, available on Project Gutenberg in all the major ebook formats. Enjoy!
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5720
Happy reading! 🤓📖
#QuasitBookRecs #Books #Classics #Bookstodon #Poetry #FreeEbooks
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Quasit's Book Recommendations: "A Shropshire Lad" by A. E. Housman (1896)
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.Meet A.E. Housman, if you haven't met him before. His poetry may not be fashionable any more (he rhymed, which is apparently a cardinal sin among poets these days), but it was brilliant, addictive, and powerfully moving.
I memorized many of his poems for years, just for the fun of it. There are lessons in them that I treasure.
That's why, when I came across a TERRIBLY mangled Barnes & Noble ebook of "A Shropshire Lad", I couldn't resist writing a review in the style of Housman:
The verses get five stars from me;
The presentation, one.
A pity 'tis that OCR's
So ruined poor Housman's fun!The headers cleave each verse in twain
The lines lie torn and wrent,
How cruel to make him die again!
Needlessly violent.But hope lives on, for pristine text
of "Shropshire Lad" is free
On Project Gutenberg, the home
of Housman fans like me.And here's the link, available on Project Gutenberg in all the major ebook formats. Enjoy!
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5720
Happy reading! 🤓📖
#QuasitBookRecs #Books #Classics #Bookstodon #Poetry #FreeEbooks
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Quasit's Book Recommendations: "A Shropshire Lad" by A. E. Housman (1896)
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.Meet A.E. Housman, if you haven't met him before. His poetry may not be fashionable any more (he rhymed, which is apparently a cardinal sin among poets these days), but it was brilliant, addictive, and powerfully moving.
I memorized many of his poems for years, just for the fun of it. There are lessons in them that I treasure.
That's why, when I came across a TERRIBLY mangled Barnes & Noble ebook of "A Shropshire Lad", I couldn't resist writing a review in the style of Housman:
The verses get five stars from me;
The presentation, one.
A pity 'tis that OCR's
So ruined poor Housman's fun!The headers cleave each verse in twain
The lines lie torn and wrent,
How cruel to make him die again!
Needlessly violent.But hope lives on, for pristine text
of "Shropshire Lad" is free
On Project Gutenberg, the home
of Housman fans like me.And here's the link, available on Project Gutenberg in all the major ebook formats. Enjoy!
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5720
Happy reading! 🤓📖
#QuasitBookRecs #Books #Classics #Bookstodon #Poetry #FreeEbooks
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We of Irish blood
Cleave to St. Patrick's legend
Sláinte to you all#Haiku #OneHaikuADay #WritersCollective #writingcommunity #BackToHaiku #Seasons #Winter #Ohio #Weather #March #Spring #Ireland #Irish #StPatricksDay #SaintPádraig #Sláinte #Glendalough #Luck #Pádraig #Ohio #USA #Photography #2026
March 17, 2026
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We of Irish blood
Cleave to St. Patrick's legend
Sláinte to you all#Haiku #OneHaikuADay #WritersCollective #writingcommunity #BackToHaiku #Seasons #Winter #Ohio #Weather #March #Spring #Ireland #Irish #StPatricksDay #SaintPádraig #Sláinte #Glendalough #Luck #Pádraig #Ohio #USA #Photography #2026
March 17, 2026
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We of Irish blood
Cleave to St. Patrick's legend
Sláinte to you all#Haiku #OneHaikuADay #WritersCollective #writingcommunity #BackToHaiku #Seasons #Winter #Ohio #Weather #March #Spring #Ireland #Irish #StPatricksDay #SaintPádraig #Sláinte #Glendalough #Luck #Pádraig #Ohio #USA #Photography #2026
March 17, 2026
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We of Irish blood
Cleave to St. Patrick's legend
Sláinte to you all#Haiku #OneHaikuADay #WritersCollective #writingcommunity #BackToHaiku #Seasons #Winter #Ohio #Weather #March #Spring #Ireland #Irish #StPatricksDay #SaintPádraig #Sláinte #Glendalough #Luck #Pádraig #Ohio #USA #Photography #2026
March 17, 2026
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Just hopping on here to see what’s up. My company, Illustrated Ministry, just launched a new EP last week and it’s got some really fun music. https://open.spotify.com/album/7K9aKVrqdBT7O6RXi30Ybv?si=8wmb0tDsT8-NlX8xkA2V7w
#newmusic #worshipmusic #worshipmusicthatdoesntsuck #music #kidsmusic