#attacks — Public Fediverse posts

Thursday, August 20, 2026

https://activitypub.writeworks.uk/2026/08/thursday-august-20-2026/

#WHO decries lack of justice over attacks on #healthcare
“of the >10,000 verified incidents tt I spoke of, not a single one has entered te accountability system”. This year alone, te UN #health agency has recorded 914 #attacks, resulting in 911 deaths & 1,486 injuries, Musani said. #Ukraine, #Lebanon & te #Palestinian territories acct for te majority of incidents in 2026.. all 36 hospitals in te #GazaStrip had sustained damage by end of 2025"😡
#IDFwarcrimes #JailNetanyahu
https://www.bangkokpost.com/world/3301760/who-decries-lack-of-justice-over-attacks-on-healthcare

https://www.disabilitynewsservice.com/how-to-fight-back-against-rising-tide-of-hostile-media-coverage-targeting-disabled-people/. It is well-past time the #media stopped their gratuitous, insulting & #discriminatory #attacks on #disabled people! We won't take them lying down, but WILL fight back against their hate-filled #propaganda!

LIVE: UN Security Council meets on the West Bank

The United Nations Security Council meets after Israel's military closed the village of Taybeh to non-residents, saying the move was intended to prevent a rise in attacks by Israeli settlers on Palestinians across the West Bank.   #WestBank #Israel #Palestinians #Attacks #Taybeh #UNSC #Live #Reuters #News Keep up with the latest news from around the world:

https://fllics.com/en/video/live-un-security-council-meets-on-the-west-bank/

#MissKittyPolitics
We have created the Age of Violence.
#Drone #attacks near you #OTW.
What can you do if you are #homeless?
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Civilian Drone Attack Defense ...

#MissKittyPolitics
We have created the Age of Violence.
#Drone #attacks near you #OTW.
What can you do if you are not #homeless?
#Homeless report in box 2.
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Civilian Drone Attack Defense

Monday, August 10, 2026

https://activitypub.writeworks.uk/2026/08/monday-august-10-2026/

New #CSS #Attacks Can Break Webmail Defenses to #Steal Passwords and Tokens https://thehackernews.com/2026/08/new-css-attacks-can-break-webmail.html

Ransomware's quiet comeback: July attacks jumped 19% as AI grabbed the headlines

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https://1ban.news/ransomware-attacks-july-2026-spike/

#1ban #ransomware #attacks #july #spike #tech

Iran makes new strait demands; UAE says a ship was targeted

Iran makes new strait demands, the UAE says a ship was targeted and other Middle East news Oman…
#NewsBeep #News #BreakingNews #attacks #breakingnews #demands #Houthis #Iran #MiddleEast #mmnd #StraitofHormuz #UAE #UnitedArabEmirates #Yemen
https://www.newsbeep.com/683666/

United States strikes Iran again with widescale attacks; civilians and young conscripts killed in the south

https://web.brid.gy/r/https://www.pressenza.com/2026/08/united-states-strikes-iran-again-with-widescale-attacks-civilians-and-young-conscripts-killed-in-the-south/

THE LATEST #NEWS AT THIS HOUR:

THE #US CALLED OFF NEW #STRIKES AGAINST #IRAN: On #August 2, #Trump called off the announced strikes. These strikes were responding to #Tehran’s continued #attacks on commercial #vessels in the #StraitOfHormuz and the #targets allegedly include #energy #infrastructure.

https://www.cnn.com/2026/08/02/world/live-news/iran-war-trump?post-id=cmsb7r54n002b3b6r39omr3js

After Five Days of Calm, the Iran War Fires Back Up

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https://1ban.news/iran-attacks-us-jordan-intercepts-saudi-strikes-iraq/

#1ban #iran #attacks #jordan #intercepts #geopolitics

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

https://activitypub.writeworks.uk/2026/07/wednesday-july-29-2026/

Tues. July 28, 2026: A Weekend of Ups and Downs

Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Day Before Full Moon

Pluto, Neptune, Saturn Retrograde

Cloudy and humid

Here we are, nearly at the end of July. Saturn has joined the retrograde parade. Saturn is about life lessons and structure. If you ignored certain things in the last Saturn retrograde, they will come back and smack you upside the head. If you learned and grew, there will be new questions coming up between now and December 10. It’s about finding long-term structure to best support your life on all levels.

I wanted to take a minute to talk about Isabel Klee and what she and her fiancé Jacob have gone through lately with her beloved dog Simon. She is @simonsits on various social media accounts. I’ve been shedding most of the big accounts I’ve come across/followed over the years, because, frankly, they are about numbers to get endorsement dollars and not about actual connection. Isabel is the exception, because of all her work fostering dogs and with dog rescue. She does wonderful work and has helped so many people and so many dogs. Her dog Simon was amazing, and so good with all the fosters. He was very ill with epilepsy and then cancer, and she had to let him go this past weekend. She shared his last days, and we all cried with her. Anyone who has lost a beloved animal companion understands the grief.

People who love her account have comforted each other in our grief, while also hoping Isabel’s family knows how much her grief is being held by the people around her. I hope she also takes time off camera to grieve as she needs to grieve. It was galvanizing for people to hold her family and each other in grief, but the part that can only be done alone is important, too.

I think the grief goes beyond this particular family and dog, though. I think we all remember the grief of lost pets in our lives. And we also grieve the world we’re living in, the intentional cruelties and the murders of humans. Isabel and Simon showed the world so much empathy and love, and that’s a sharp contrast to the murders of Renee Good, Alex Pretti, Nolan Wells, and all the others. I think the grief goes beyond this one particular event and family, and is about the world we are mourning. The lost potential and possibilities.

On Friday, I got the script commission pitch out the door. The window closes on the 31st, so I got it in a bit early. It’s a topic I’ve wanted to explore for several years, so I’m glad I had the chance to put the ideas together and work up some sample pages.

I was happy to hear that Melissa, Mark, and Gilbert Hortman’s murderer got two consecutive life sentences plus 40 years. A tiny candle of justice in all the injustice going on.

I folded and put away the laundry. I’m almost caught up on all the winter fabrics, and hope to have them done before it’s time to turn the house over for fall/winter! Times like these, I miss having laundry in the house. But it’s not worth buying my own machines in a rental unit.

I did the free-write session later than usual (because I was out at the laundromat) and played with an idea so I have notes for it when I want to come back to it.

I focused on the ghostwriting assignment that’s due tomorrow. I know why I’m frustrated, but I don’t know how to solve it. Talking to the client won’t, because this conversation has happened before and doesn’t get us anywhere.

I decided not to punish myself (for once), and finished up what I was going to do by around 2 PM. I got changed and headed to Williamstown. I swung by the Milne Library, which I hadn’t visited in too long. I got three terrific books from the free cart, one for my mom, two for me. Then I went to the Clark, where I haven’t been since the opening of the exhibit earlier this summer. I ran into an artist I know there, and we had a nice catch-up chat.

I spent my time there sitting by the reflecting pool, reading and resting. Some of the dragonflies flitting around the pool came to visit, which was lovely.

When it was time to go, I packed up and headed to Theatre 62 at Williams College. What a gorgeous space! We were in the dance studio upstairs (shoes off), with a wall of windows looking over the mountains. WAM’s resident artists had an open rehearsal of their project. It’s a musical. The lyricist is also writing the book (which is somewhat unusual). They talked about the project and played us a section of the song as they first wrote it, and then in the version that’s now evolved.

Then, they broke us up into groups to do a worldbuilding exercise. At first, I was somewhat resistant, because – busman’s holiday. But I also figured, why not, and learn something new. Our group of four held the woman who used to run Many Forks up in Clarksburg, and a pair of tourists visiting the area this weekend who happened to come upon the listing. We came up with our setting and the sensory specifics (haunted house – gee, what a surprise, since I was involved, right). Once the time was up, each group read out their bullet point list of their built world (there was a magical soccer field, a spaceship orbiting Mars, and fairytale treehouse built by the others). The composer listened, then created music for each world. It was pretty amazing.

We chatted with them after, and I asked to be put on their mailing list, so I can continue to support their work. It was great to learn so much about the process of creating a musical, the actual nuts-and-bolts of sitting down to do the work. They started working on this musical eight years ago, and just talked about it for the first two.

I first headed out to Blue Mango on Spring Street, planning to bring back Thai food. But they are “closed for maintenance” and, from the notes taped to the door, it looks like they’ve been closed for awhile and may be closed indefinitely. I stopped at Chopsticks instead, which was on my way back, and picked up Chinese.

Came home, frustrated by the musical chairs in the parking lot again, ate, then found very frustrating notes from the ghostwriting client on the project I turned in a little over a week ago – that will delay payment on what I’ve done (again – gee, what a surprise, yes, that’s sarcasm). We seem to work out trouble spots and things smooth out for a couple of months, and then the contradictions and chaos start up again. There’s a difference between natural growth of a series and chaos, and this tilts toward the latter for me too often.

I went to bed very unhappy. I slept reasonably well into Saturday, until Charlotte started fussing around three. I moved to the sofa. It took her about an hour to find me, and then she started kneading my kidneys (ouch). Bea finally got me up (gently) just before six. I had steadfastly refused to capitulate to Tessa’s howling and Willa’s general shenanigans.

After that slow start and dealing with chores and plants, I sat down and wrote four pages of a play I need to get done by early August. I’d already written pages on it, I’m continuing to finish it. I’m about a third of the way there. I hope that by writing 2-4 pages/day for the next few weeks, I can get it done.

I was sad and angry to hear about the attack at Berlin Pride. There are too many horrible people in the world, and there need to be harsher and faster consequences for them.

I rehearsed my sections of the poem several times. I read the next book for review, which was quite good. I was in rough emotional waters most of the day. I grieved about many things, not just a lovely dog I’ve never met.

Heated up leftovers for dinner and had a quiet night, feeling completely drained.

Charlotte fussed at me around 3 AM again on Sunday, so I got up and moved to the sofa and went back to sleep (after cuddling Bea). By a little before 6, Bea, Charlotte, and Tessa were all fussing at me, so I got up and fed them.

I did the morning routine, and the Community Tarot Reading for the Week, which you can read here. I made a birthday gift for a friend who hoped to make it to the poem.

I rehearsed the poems a few dozen times. Once I had the reading rhythm I wanted, I timed the sections and adjusted, until the timings were consistent.  Each section can be 30 sections. The more complex one, with the harder words, ran 29.17 seconds regularly. The second ran only 18.12. So I was well in the parameters.

Pretty soon, I need to decide what I’m reading for the Boiler House reading, and what I’m workshopping during our residency. For the reading, I will have to start rehearsing and then time it with the stopwatch. I’m hoping I can read a flash fiction (250 words) that was published a few years ago, a prose poem/drabble, and an actual short poem, but we will see how it times out. If I need to cut/rearrange/swap out pieces, I will. I know one of the poems I want to bring into the workshop, an ekphrastic piece inspired by an art piece in the FutureLabs group show earlier this year. I have to do some work on it before I can bring it in. I have some other poems I’ve played with, but I’m not sure which ones to bring in yet. I’m still struggling to write the comic horror cleave poem. It’s still beyond my skill level, but I keep trying. We have 5 workshop sessions, so I will have to see if I bring in 4 poems and 1 short scripted scene, or 3 poems and 2 short scripted scenes. I’m leaning toward the latter, using one stage play and one radio play for the scripted scenes. But we’ll see how it shakes out. All the radio plays might already be out by then.

I worked hard to get myself into the mental headspace for the poem. Feeling so physically and mentally drained made it difficult. This is one of my favorite events all year, so I knew once I actually got there, I would perk up, but trying to properly prepare to be the best I could be in support of the rest of the group was a challenge.

Got dressed and left a little after 1:30. My mom decided to come, too, which was nice. She’s always been interested to see how it comes together. I stopped for gas on the way, and off we went. Traffic was a little sticky around Pittsfield (as usual), but not too bad. It was a lovely day to be out and about.

We arrived a little early. I got my mom settled, and found my chair. On one side was one of the poets I’ve known for the past 5 years of participating in this creation, and it’s always great to be around her. On my other side was a poet who has also been doing this regularly, but this was the first time we were positioned together and could really talk. Her mom (who is 96) sat with my mom (who is 101), and had a good natter. I also caught up with another poet I’ve been friends with since the first year, who is a wonderful playwright and historian, and also is the person who got me hooked up with WAM. Two chairs away was a younger poet whose first year was last year, and who now works in the marketing department for the Mount. A few more chairs down was a poet who’s done the event for several years who beat cancer. Down the other way was a skilled poet I’ve known for all the years I’ve done this whose poetry took a huge leap this year and it was beautiful to see. There was also a poet I met the first year I did this (who hasn’t been back until this year), and we were then in a playwrighting workshop together, and further down, the leader of that workshop, which is where FALL FOREVER was born. So there’s a lot of my personal history woven in with these poets. I WILL BE DIFFERENT was also born at a Word X Word event, although it was one of their Poets in Conversation series, rather than the large poem.

It flowed well. Many of the poems were far more political and pointed this year than in previous years, some funny and some angry. It always amazes me how the sections wind up supporting each other, when all we have is the final word of the previous poet’s poem to start our own.

We were called in earlier this year, and had more rehearsal time, which worked well. And we had a break to have a bit of food and drink in between the rehearsal and performance, and be silly together. That translated well when we got back into the tent to perform the poem.

Melissa Quirk, who wrote the first and last poem of the piece, also wrote a poem during the piece weaving bits of all our poems into a final poem. She creates with more love than just about anyone I’ve ever met, and it’s always an honor to be involved in anything with her.

The afternoon reminded me how healing poetry is. One of my fellow poets spoke to how important this kind of creation, in small pockets all over, is to our resilience.

A friend showed up to the poem. I wasn’t sure she’d make it, since it was her birthday, but she did. She loved the experience. It’s so difficult to explain it, because it’s so experiential. I got to give her the gift I made for her, and hang out for a bit. She gave us some tomatillos from the community garden at which she volunteers. We had a bigger audience than usual, which is always terrific, including some random people who were visiting the Mount and got curious.

The drive home was smooth. I guess the tourists and weekenders cleared out! We stopped at Adams Market, where a bought a mixed berry pie and some – I’m not sure what they are – custard wrapped in Belgian chocolate.

Home, cooked dinner, sat on the porch looking at the almost-full moon. The cats behaved while we were gone.

Slept reasonably well, although I woke up at 3:33 on Monday. It wasn’t Charlotte’s fault this time. I stayed in bed until just before 5, then started the morning routine.

Monday was pretty packed, that moon-in-Capricorn thing being a taskmaster.

I had to prepare paperwork and a strong response (cc’d to two attorneys general) in response to a company trying to scam my elderly mother out of an account she’s had for decades. That took a bit of work, and then I had to trot down to the post office and send things off via certified mail. I also deposited a check in the bank, a small payment for something I wasn’t expecting, but for which I am grateful. Lovely orange and black butterflies joined me on the walk, which was fun. I sent a polite but measured response to the ghostwriting client on the one project, and then another polite response when they were “checking in” to make sure I was still on schedule with the other project. I have not missed a deadline the entire time I’ve worked for them. I asked once for an extension of a single day when they sent me a massive rewrite. I’m so burned out on all this right now.

I worked on the ghostwriting all afternoon and am still behind. I need to do a big push today, because one assignment is due tomorrow, and then I have to start the rewrite on the other project on Thursday.

I didn’t get any of my own work done, which is self-sabotage and needs to stop. I did, however, get some work done on one of the LOIs, which is good.

Upset to hear about the mass shooting in Seattle.

I was sad to learn about the death of choreographer Hope Clarke. I knew her from waaaaay back in the days when I was an office assistant at the Stage Directors and Choreographers Foundation back in NYC, in my pre-Broadway days, when the office was so small it was only the executive director and me. Hope was involved in a lot of our programming and outreach, and was such a lovely person, in addition to being enormously talented. Being around her was always joyful, and I looked forward to any meeting or other activity in which she was involved.

I got a notification that a package was delivered, only it wasn’t. The notification said it was in the mailbox, which was ridiculous because it wasn’t an item that could fit (although they shove plenty of stuff that doesn’t fit in the mailbox, and then I can’t get it out). Usually, it’s left on the porch or in front of the door. Nothing. And I went down as the postal van was driving away, so it’s not like anyone had time to grab it (not that they would, we’re all pretty good about redelivering the misdelivered mail). I have to wait 24 hours to file a non-delivery claim. I am also sick and tired of paying for delivery and then WE are told to run around the neighborhood doing the unpaid labor for which we paid someone else, looking for the delivery. It’s from a company with whom I’ve already had issues, although this part is not their fault.

We had two of the mediocre frozen salmon patties left, so I made a salmon hash with them, potatoes, onion, garlic, and then peppers and spinach from the CSA box. The mediocrity was hidden within the good stuff.

Slept reasonably well, in spite of the humidity. My hip is bothering me a lot today. I tried stretching it out in the morning yoga. If I need a pain patch later, that’s what I will do. I think it will be Thursday, when I run all my regular errands, that I finally get the vacuum to the Fed Ex drop off.

So tired of all of it.

We are under a flood watch until tomorrow night. I doubt I will make it to yoga, if it’s pouring (like it has for the past few weeks). The rain was supposed to start overnight, but hasn’t yet. I hope it starts soon, to cut the humidity a bit. The temperatures aren’t bad, but the humidity is a bit oppressive.

Hope you’re having a good start to your week!

#us . PAUSES #attacks FOR THIRD NIGHT IN A ROW: After 13 days in a row of #bombardment the U.S. has once again paused #bombing for the third night in a row. #axios has reported that this decision was supported by advice from #Trump ‘s top #military #advisers .

https://www.axios.com/2026/07/26/hormuz-bombing-pause-trump-iran

@ZackPolanski Given the #LibDems are now to the #Left of them, & #Labour spend all their time trying to ape #ReformUK & its #policies, they're definitely hard #Right. The #DWP under Labour are continuing the #Tory #attacks on #disabled people.

#UN warns of water supply hit at Russian-held #Zaporizhzhia #nuclear plant. The #attacks have shut off water to areas surrounding the facility and compromised safety at the plant. Currently the reactor is being cooled by underground wells.

https://www.reuters.com/business/energy/military-activity-hits-water-supply-zaporizhzhia-nuclear-plant-nearby-town-iaea-2026-07-23/

The #kremlin cannot control how #russians feel. Most want the #war to end. News broadcasts are leaving out information about #Ukraine’s #drone #attacks, further eroding trust in television.

https://www.economist.com/europe/2026/07/23/for-russians-the-war-feels-closer-than-ever-before

Few more from the passed few days!

#artfight #griffin #rat #cow #doggo #dog #attacks #attack #teamcomedy

Trump vows to punish Iran for Houthi attacks in Red Sea; oil tops $100

DUBAI, United Arab Emirates (Reuters) — U.S. President Donald Trump promised on Thursday “major military punishment” for Iran…
#NewsBeep #News #BreakingNews #100 #attacks #breakingnews #Houthi #Iran #Oil #punish #red #sea #tops #Trump #vows
https://www.newsbeep.com/658270/

#Prompt Injection #Attacks Are Thwarting #AI #Hacking #Agents

“Context bombing” tricks #malicious #AIagents into shutting down before they can do harm.
#security #artificialintelligence

https://www.wired.com/story/prompt-injection-attacks-are-thwarting-ai-hacking-agents/

Missiles hit Jordan, Kuwait as Israel tracks attacks – Shafaq News

2026-07-19T13:20:43+00:00 font Enable Reading Mode A- A A+ Shafaq News- Amman/ Kuwait City Air raid sirens sounded across…
#NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #BreakingNews #Attacks #breaking #Headlines #iran #israel #jordan #KuwaitasIsraeltracksattacks #MissileshitJordan #Topstories #TopStories
https://www.newsbeep.com/us/772202/