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  1. Nintendo-Patent zeigt Dock, das sowohl Switch als auch Switch 2 unterstützen könnte

    Nintendo hat in China ein Patent eingereicht, das auf ein kombiniertes Dock für Nintendo Switch und Nintendo Switch 2 hindeutet. Entdeckt wurde das Patent von Nintendo Patents Watch. https://bsky.app/profile/ninpatentswatch.bsky.social/post/3mqq3hao3xs2k Besonders interessant: Das patentierte Dock soll laut den Unterlagen automatisch erkennen können, welche Konsole eingesetzt wurde, und seine Ressourcen entsprechend anpassen. Konkret würde das bedeuten: Mit einer Nintendo Switch im […]

    nintendo-connect.de/heimkonsol

  2. Nintendo-Patent zeigt Dock, das sowohl Switch als auch Switch 2 unterstützen könnte

    Nintendo hat in China ein Patent eingereicht, das auf ein kombiniertes Dock für Nintendo Switch und Nintendo Switch 2 hindeutet. Entdeckt wurde das Patent von Nintendo Patents Watch. https://bsky.app/profile/ninpatentswatch.bsky.social/post/3mqq3hao3xs2k Besonders interessant: Das patentierte Dock soll laut den Unterlagen automatisch erkennen können, welche Konsole eingesetzt wurde, und seine Ressourcen entsprechend anpassen. Konkret würde das bedeuten: Mit einer Nintendo Switch im […]

    nintendo-connect.de/heimkonsol

  3. A-piering Normal

    The pirates displayed their great pleasure
    Upon the release of the treasure
    The tightly locked box
    Got squeezed twixt two docks
    And opened because of pier pressure

    #funny #comedy #laugh #silly #humor #humour #verse #poetry #poem #limerick #pirate #peerpressure #pier #treasure #dock #box #lock

  4. A-piering Normal

    The pirates displayed their great pleasure
    Upon the release of the treasure
    The tightly locked box
    Got squeezed twixt two docks
    And opened because of pier pressure

    #funny #comedy #laugh #silly #humor #humour #verse #poetry #poem #limerick #pirate #peerpressure #pier #treasure #dock #box #lock

  5. The Dance of Dissonance

    Sometimes 
    I find myself lost
    at the end of
    a confusing day
    trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
    and coming up short,
    suddenly wondering
    how a day I thought good
    was not for another,
    caught up in
    opposing realities
    where mine is suspect
    and empathy is a struggle.

    The brain fog
    of past illness
    has left its trailing
    fingers over my head
    like the cigarette smoke
    of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
    and I wonder why he is there.

    I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.

    Such is the dance of dissonance.
    I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
    afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

    I want to hear
    that which runs
    counter to my experience
    but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.

    I long for circles that are completely safe,
    where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
    lust, guilt, or judgement,
    all of which mirror
    the overwhelming sense
    of dislike
    I feel from the
    world, and from myself perhaps.

    It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.

    How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?

    This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

    Yet we dance.
    Through the pain of revelation.
    The occasional stepping on of toes.
    In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
    Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
    Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
    circle of love.

    Beg: June 5, 2026
    Fin: June 30, 2026
    #brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
  6. The Dance of Dissonance

    Sometimes 
    I find myself lost
    at the end of
    a confusing day
    trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
    and coming up short,
    suddenly wondering
    how a day I thought good
    was not for another,
    caught up in
    opposing realities
    where mine is suspect
    and empathy is a struggle.

    The brain fog
    of past illness
    has left its trailing
    fingers over my head
    like the cigarette smoke
    of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
    and I wonder why he is there.

    I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.

    Such is the dance of dissonance.
    I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
    afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

    I want to hear
    that which runs
    counter to my experience
    but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.

    I long for circles that are completely safe,
    where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
    lust, guilt, or judgement,
    all of which mirror
    the overwhelming sense
    of dislike
    I feel from the
    world, and from myself perhaps.

    It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.

    How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?

    This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

    Yet we dance.
    Through the pain of revelation.
    The occasional stepping on of toes.
    In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
    Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
    Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
    circle of love.

    Beg: June 5, 2026
    Fin: June 30, 2026
    #brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
  7. The Dance of Dissonance

    Sometimes 
    I find myself lost
    at the end of
    a confusing day
    trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
    and coming up short,
    suddenly wondering
    how a day I thought good
    was not for another,
    caught up in
    opposing realities
    where mine is suspect
    and empathy is a struggle.

    The brain fog
    of past illness
    has left its trailing
    fingers over my head
    like the cigarette smoke
    of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
    and I wonder why he is there.

    I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.

    Such is the dance of dissonance.
    I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
    afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

    I want to hear
    that which runs
    counter to my experience
    but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.

    I long for circles that are completely safe,
    where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
    lust, guilt, or judgement,
    all of which mirror
    the overwhelming sense
    of dislike
    I feel from the
    world, and from myself perhaps.

    It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.

    How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?

    This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

    Yet we dance.
    Through the pain of revelation.
    The occasional stepping on of toes.
    In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
    Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
    Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
    circle of love.

    Beg: June 5, 2026
    Fin: June 30, 2026
    #brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
  8. The Dance of Dissonance

    Sometimes 
    I find myself lost
    at the end of
    a confusing day
    trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
    and coming up short,
    suddenly wondering
    how a day I thought good
    was not for another,
    caught up in
    opposing realities
    where mine is suspect
    and empathy is a struggle.

    The brain fog
    of past illness
    has left its trailing
    fingers over my head
    like the cigarette smoke
    of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
    and I wonder why he is there.

    I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.

    Such is the dance of dissonance.
    I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
    afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

    I want to hear
    that which runs
    counter to my experience
    but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.

    I long for circles that are completely safe,
    where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
    lust, guilt, or judgement,
    all of which mirror
    the overwhelming sense
    of dislike
    I feel from the
    world, and from myself perhaps.

    It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.

    How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?

    This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

    Yet we dance.
    Through the pain of revelation.
    The occasional stepping on of toes.
    In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
    Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
    Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
    circle of love.

    Beg: June 5, 2026
    Fin: June 30, 2026
    #brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
  9. The Dance of Dissonance

    Sometimes 
    I find myself lost
    at the end of
    a confusing day
    trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
    and coming up short,
    suddenly wondering
    how a day I thought good
    was not for another,
    caught up in
    opposing realities
    where mine is suspect
    and empathy is a struggle.

    The brain fog
    of past illness
    has left its trailing
    fingers over my head
    like the cigarette smoke
    of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
    and I wonder why he is there.

    I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.

    Such is the dance of dissonance.
    I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
    afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

    I want to hear
    that which runs
    counter to my experience
    but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.

    I long for circles that are completely safe,
    where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
    lust, guilt, or judgement,
    all of which mirror
    the overwhelming sense
    of dislike
    I feel from the
    world, and from myself perhaps.

    It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.

    How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?

    This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

    Yet we dance.
    Through the pain of revelation.
    The occasional stepping on of toes.
    In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
    Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
    Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
    circle of love.

    Beg: June 5, 2026
    Fin: June 30, 2026
    #brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
  10. @ukwaterways
    About the same distance south of the main road you reach the southern #portal of the #canal #tunnel. Standing above are three #cottages, once the homes of canal #workers. The #stoplock has no effective drop currently, the level being quite high. There's a #boat in the #dock and a couple more #moored nearby.

  11. @ukwaterways
    About the same distance south of the main road you reach the southern #portal of the #canal #tunnel. Standing above are three #cottages, once the homes of canal #workers. The #stoplock has no effective drop currently, the level being quite high. There's a #boat in the #dock and a couple more #moored nearby.

  12. Bez ukrywania procesów. macOS Golden Gate demaskuje aplikacje działające w tle

    Niejednokrotnie zdarza się, że po standardowym zamknięciu programu na Macu jego procesy nadal pracują w tle, zużywając zasoby systemu lub utrzymując aktywną synchronizację.

    Zmiana w systemie pojawia się krótko po kontrowersjach związanych z oficjalną aplikacją Google Gemini dla macOS, która po wyłączeniu okna nie informowała w jasny sposób o tym, że nadal pozostaje aktywna. W macOS 27 Golden Gate Apple wprowadza modyfikacje interfejsu, które mają ułatwić identyfikowanie takich sytuacji.

    Nowe wskaźniki w Docku

    W starszych wersjach systemu (w tym w macOS 26 Tahoe) zamknięcie programu, który ukradkiem działał dalej, powodowało po prostu usunięcie czarnej kropki aktywności spod jego ikony w Docku (lub całkowite zniknięcie ikony, jeśli aplikacja nie była przypięta na stałe). Użytkownik był przekonany, że oprogramowanie zostało wyłączone, nie mając łatwej informacji o procesach pracujących w tle.

    W macOS 27 Golden Gate aplikacja utrzymująca aktywność po zamknięciu okna nie zniknie już po cichu z paska zadań. Od teraz pozostanie ona widoczna w Docku wraz z odpowiednim oznaczeniem statusu:

    • Szara kropka: jeśli program został zamknięty, ale nadal uruchamia procesy w tle, kropka pod ikoną zmienia kolor z czarnego na jasnoszary, a sam skrót nie znika z Docka.
    • Czytelny komunikat: po najechaniu kursorem na taką ikonę, macOS wyświetla etykietę z informacją, że aplikacja „Działa w tle” (Running in Background).
    • Szybkie zatrzymanie: kliknięcie ikony prawym przyciskiem myszy otwiera menu podręczne z nową opcją: „Zatrzymaj działanie w tle” (Stop Running in Background). Pozwala to na całkowite zakończenie ukrytego procesu bezpośrednio z poziomu Docka.

    Pełny podgląd w Ustawieniach systemowych

    Apple zaktualizowało również interfejs dla narzędzi, które działają w tle, ale nie posiadają swoich ikon w Docku (np. procesy pomocnicze instalowane wraz z większym oprogramowaniem).

    W Ustawieniach systemowych, w zakładce Ogólne > Logowanie i rozszerzenia (w sekcji dotyczącej aktywności w tle), można teraz nie tylko nadawać i odbierać uprawnienia do uruchamiania procesów w tle, ale także na żywo sprawdzić, która z wymienionych tam aplikacji aktualnie wykonuje jakiekolwiek operacje.

    To niewielka zmiana interfejsu, która daje użytkownikom znacznie większą widoczność procesów działających w tle i ułatwia zarządzanie zasobami komputera. macOS 27 Golden Gate znajduje się obecnie w fazie testów deweloperskich, a jego oficjalna premiera planowana jest na jesień.

    macOS Golden Gate 27 Beta – oficjalna lista zmian. Koniec aplikacji na Intela i zadyszka Apple Intelligence

    #aplikacjeWTle #Apple #bezpieczeństwoSystemowe #dock #GoldenGate #GoogleGemini #macOS27 #nowościMacOS #optymalizacjaMaca #prywatność #WWDC2026
  13. Satechi、Mac miniとほぼ同サイズでUSB-AやSD/microSDカードリーダー、2.5GbE、NVMe SSDスロットなどを搭載した「Satechi Thunderbolt 5 CubeDock™ ドッキングステーション」の販売を開始。
    applech2.com/archives/20260605

    #applech2 #Satechi #Dock #Mac_mini #Thunderbolt5 #発売

  14. Satechi、Mac miniとほぼ同サイズでUSB-AやSD/microSDカードリーダー、2.5GbE、NVMe SSDスロットなどを搭載した「Satechi Thunderbolt 5 CubeDock™ ドッキングステーション」の販売を開始。
    applech2.com/archives/20260605

    #applech2 #Satechi #Dock #Mac_mini #Thunderbolt5 #発売