#musicalchairs — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #musicalchairs, aggregated by home.social.
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Ah, the classic tale of hopping from one trendy auth service to another 🙄. Apparently, it's all about playing musical chairs with your database, because who doesn't love reinventing the wheel every few months? 🔄 Meanwhile, Clerk is laughing all the way to the bank with $50M, while this blog post struggles to justify its existence. 💸
https://blog.val.town/better-auth #trendyAuth #musicalChairs #databaseReinvention #Clerk50M #blogPostStruggles #HackerNews #ngated -
Spoiler alert: Nvidia is Enron. After borrowing from Peter to pay Paul, you’re still in the red.
#nvidia #ai #openai #microsoft #anthropic #intel #meta #google #oracle #coreweave #xai #musicalchairs
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Ever wanted to turn your life into a never-ending game of musical chairs but for data? 🎶💾 This article takes aimless ramblings on buffer management and dresses it up as a groundbreaking feat in concurrency—aka the "look ma, no locks!" approach. Because nothing says cutting-edge tech like rehashing old problems with fancy jargon. 🚀💥
https://h4x0r.org/ring/ #musicalchairs #data #concurrency #techinnovation #locksfree #HackerNews #ngated -
Painting on paper, 20 x 20 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #contemporaryArt #mentalCinema #analogArt #painting #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #saveBioDiversity #climateActionNow #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #noAFD #NoRacism #NoFascism #astronaut #spaceSuit #outerSpace #innerSpace #spaceTravel #universe #billionaires #orbit #ressources #earthOvershootDay #sustainability #chair #sitDown #takeASeat #chairman #bigBusiness #musicalChairs -
Painting on paper, 20 x 20 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #contemporaryArt #mentalCinema #analogArt #painting #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #saveBioDiversity #climateActionNow #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #noAFD #NoRacism #NoFascism #astronaut #spaceSuit #outerSpace #innerSpace #spaceTravel #universe #billionaires #orbit #ressources #earthOvershootDay #sustainability #chair #sitDown #takeASeat #chairman #bigBusiness #musicalChairs -
Painting on paper, 20 x 20 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #contemporaryArt #mentalCinema #analogArt #painting #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #saveBioDiversity #climateActionNow #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #noAFD #NoRacism #NoFascism #astronaut #spaceSuit #outerSpace #innerSpace #spaceTravel #universe #billionaires #orbit #ressources #earthOvershootDay #sustainability #chair #sitDown #takeASeat #chairman #bigBusiness #musicalChairs -
Painting on paper, 20 x 20 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #contemporaryArt #mentalCinema #analogArt #painting #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #saveBioDiversity #climateActionNow #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #noAFD #NoRacism #NoFascism #astronaut #spaceSuit #outerSpace #innerSpace #spaceTravel #universe #billionaires #orbit #ressources #earthOvershootDay #sustainability #chair #sitDown #takeASeat #chairman #bigBusiness #musicalChairs -
Painting on paper, 20 x 20 cm: Ambiguous impulses for your mental cinema!
#kunst #contemporaryArt #mentalCinema #analogArt #painting #rubberStamp #reliefPrinting #saveBioDiversity #climateActionNow #systemChange #endFossilFuels #makeArtNotWar #noAFD #NoRacism #NoFascism #astronaut #spaceSuit #outerSpace #innerSpace #spaceTravel #universe #billionaires #orbit #ressources #earthOvershootDay #sustainability #chair #sitDown #takeASeat #chairman #bigBusiness #musicalChairs -
🚨 Breaking news: #CockroachDB is playing musical chairs with their #license once more! 🎵 Because nothing says "trustworthy" like a #database that changes its rules more often than you change your socks. 🐜🔄 Just another day in the tech world, where #consistency is overrated and confusion is king. 👑😂
https://github.com/cockroachdb/cockroach/commit/c0274df57a9f8d0086577bcf74c81110db2cea22 #MusicalChairs #Trustworthy #TechNews #HackerNews #ngated -
hier noch eine kleine nachtmusik 😎
der basslauf ist sick as fuck 🥰
(auch schon ewigkeiten nicht mehr gehört)
#FairToMidland #MusicalChairs
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SAMMY HAGAR And FOO FIGHTERS Play A Game Of "This Or That"; Video
In the video below from AXS TV, Sammy Hagar sits down with Foo Fighters' Dave Grohl and Taylor Hawkins for a game of "This Or That" before taking the stage with Don Felder, Mick Fleetwood, Vic Johnson, Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo, Sarah...https://bravewords.com/news/sammy-hagar-and-foo-fighters-play-a-game-of-this-or-that-video
#ThisOrThat #SammyHagar #FooFighters #RockandRoll #CabinFeverTunes #MusicalChairs #HitsOfThe80s #RockDocumentary #GuitarFanatic
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Now, consider the full analogy about what happen in the next round of #HousingCrisis #MusicalChairs
The video suggests we add a high-end chair (house) to the game and everyone shuffles ("filters") up.
Except the reality of what we see happening is for every new high-end chair (house), multiple low-income ones are taken away and others are moved up into upper income levels.
This is where the stat of how many affordable units are lost for every new unit built is critical to the analogy. 3/
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#GoodMorning #Fediverse! Another long day a head here in NoWhere, #Texas, at my moms house. Sleeping has become a game of #MusicalChairs between this house and my brothers. Last night, my wife and oldest daughter were on #couches, my son and I were in a #bed, my brother was on a pull out #trundle, and my youngest went to my brothers house with his wife and 2 kids. What day even is it? Is it #Sunday yet?
We are hitting up an antique store this morning. Time to go #vinyl box diving!
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Of Musical Chairs With African President(s)
https://anchor.fm/becomingthemuse/episodes/Musical-Chairs-With-African-Presidents-efhq5o/a-a2g3ql0
You know the game called musical chairs, where people dance around a set of chairs and then when the music stops, you have to find a chair to sit…
This would be an open invitation to any of the 54 presidents, either singularly or en masse if it pleases their excellencies, to dine.
Firstly I would extend my revolutionary greetings and congratulations on attaining independence. I cannot begin to imagine how that must have gone, for you see I wasn’t born yet, in your eyes I am child of yesterday, born free. According to our culture, we must respect our elders, but with all due respect, I have grown into an elder too, an epolon, mudhara, mzee there’s winter in my beard, and yet the only table I can sit with you, is an imaginary one.
I am not asking for a seat at your table, though that would be a welcome change from having to be content with picking up the scraps that fall from yours; as I wait for you to finish your meal. I imagine we play an elaborate game of musical chairs; round and round I go, until the music stops and I have to find a place to sit, except that when you sat down, way before I was born, you kept sitting and now round and round I go.
In our culture it is offensive to converse with an elder who is sitting while you stand. One would have to kneel, crouch or squat and in some of the older traditions, prostrate fully on the ground; lest you see the bald patch atop their heads or the grey wisdom crowning their scalp. I don’t know if you have noticed but I now have wisdom of my own too, I should be able to sit with you as an equal and invite you to my very own table. But no, round and round I go, waiting… for my turn.
By the time you were my age, you had done some remarkable things, you freed yourselves and claimed your seat at the table. At my age I have lived my life, waiting for you to finish eating. I bite my tongue to stop myself from asking rude questions, like how much can one person eat, because from where I wait, it looks like there will be nothing left, when you are done.
I have many other things I would like ask such as how even if you owned all the suits in the world, at any one time, you could only wear one, why would you let others go naked while your suits gather dust? Of course you do not own all the suits in the world neither am I asking about suits, but if I asked what I really wanted to ask… you would not want to hear it. You surround yourself with people who only tell you what you want to hear, at least publicly, you play the tune and round and round and round they dance…
Freedom is something you take, I have learnt from textbooks how you took yours, but now you turn into that which you freed yourself from. Round and round we go, playing this game of musical chairs; waiting for you to stand up so we can finally sit down…
The music stops and round and round and round we go.
~B
If you could meet any notable Afrikan, whom would you want to meet?
#africa #africanPresident #afrika #capitalism #corruption #democracy #freedom #greed #musicalChairs #poetry #president #winterabc2
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Of Musical Chairs With African President(s)
https://anchor.fm/becomingthemuse/episodes/Musical-Chairs-With-African-Presidents-efhq5o/a-a2g3ql0
You know the game called musical chairs, where people dance around a set of chairs and then when the music stops, you have to find a chair to sit…
This would be an open invitation to any of the 54 presidents, either singularly or en masse if it pleases their excellencies, to dine.
Firstly I would extend my revolutionary greetings and congratulations on attaining independence. I cannot begin to imagine how that must have gone, for you see I wasn’t born yet, in your eyes I am child of yesterday, born free. According to our culture, we must respect our elders, but with all due respect, I have grown into an elder too, an epolon, mudhara, mzee there’s winter in my beard, and yet the only table I can sit with you, is an imaginary one.
I am not asking for a seat at your table, though that would be a welcome change from having to be content with picking up the scraps that fall from yours; as I wait for you to finish your meal. I imagine we play an elaborate game of musical chairs; round and round I go, until the music stops and I have to find a place to sit, except that when you sat down, way before I was born, you kept sitting and now round and round I go.
In our culture it is offensive to converse with an elder who is sitting while you stand. One would have to kneel, crouch or squat and in some of the older traditions, prostrate fully on the ground; lest you see the bald patch atop their heads or the grey wisdom crowning their scalp. I don’t know if you have noticed but I now have wisdom of my own too, I should be able to sit with you as an equal and invite you to my very own table. But no, round and round I go, waiting… for my turn.
By the time you were my age, you had done some remarkable things, you freed yourselves and claimed your seat at the table. At my age I have lived my life, waiting for you to finish eating. I bite my tongue to stop myself from asking rude questions, like how much can one person eat, because from where I wait, it looks like there will be nothing left, when you are done.
I have many other things I would like ask such as how even if you owned all the suits in the world, at any one time, you could only wear one, why would you let others go naked while your suits gather dust? Of course you do not own all the suits in the world neither am I asking about suits, but if I asked what I really wanted to ask… you would not want to hear it. You surround yourself with people who only tell you what you want to hear, at least publicly, you play the tune and round and round and round they dance…
Freedom is something you take, I have learnt from textbooks how you took yours, but now you turn into that which you freed yourself from. Round and round we go, playing this game of musical chairs; waiting for you to stand up so we can finally sit down…
The music stops and round and round and round we go.
~B
If you could meet any notable Afrikan, whom would you want to meet?
#africa #africanPresident #afrika #capitalism #corruption #democracy #freedom #greed #musicalChairs #poetry #president #winterabc2
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Of Musical Chairs With African President(s)
https://anchor.fm/becomingthemuse/episodes/Musical-Chairs-With-African-Presidents-efhq5o/a-a2g3ql0
You know the game called musical chairs, where people dance around a set of chairs and then when the music stops, you have to find a chair to sit…
This would be an open invitation to any of the 54 presidents, either singularly or en masse if it pleases their excellencies, to dine.
Firstly I would extend my revolutionary greetings and congratulations on attaining independence. I cannot begin to imagine how that must have gone, for you see I wasn’t born yet, in your eyes I am child of yesterday, born free. According to our culture, we must respect our elders, but with all due respect, I have grown into an elder too, an epolon, mudhara, mzee there’s winter in my beard, and yet the only table I can sit with you, is an imaginary one.
I am not asking for a seat at your table, though that would be a welcome change from having to be content with picking up the scraps that fall from yours; as I wait for you to finish your meal. I imagine we play an elaborate game of musical chairs; round and round I go, until the music stops and I have to find a place to sit, except that when you sat down, way before I was born, you kept sitting and now round and round I go.
In our culture it is offensive to converse with an elder who is sitting while you stand. One would have to kneel, crouch or squat and in some of the older traditions, prostrate fully on the ground; lest you see the bald patch atop their heads or the grey wisdom crowning their scalp. I don’t know if you have noticed but I now have wisdom of my own too, I should be able to sit with you as an equal and invite you to my very own table. But no, round and round I go, waiting… for my turn.
By the time you were my age, you had done some remarkable things, you freed yourselves and claimed your seat at the table. At my age I have lived my life, waiting for you to finish eating. I bite my tongue to stop myself from asking rude questions, like how much can one person eat, because from where I wait, it looks like there will be nothing left, when you are done.
I have many other things I would like ask such as how even if you owned all the suits in the world, at any one time, you could only wear one, why would you let others go naked while your suits gather dust? Of course you do not own all the suits in the world neither am I asking about suits, but if I asked what I really wanted to ask… you would not want to hear it. You surround yourself with people who only tell you what you want to hear, at least publicly, you play the tune and round and round and round they dance…
Freedom is something you take, I have learnt from textbooks how you took yours, but now you turn into that which you freed yourself from. Round and round we go, playing this game of musical chairs; waiting for you to stand up so we can finally sit down…
The music stops and round and round and round we go.
~B
If you could meet any notable Afrikan, whom would you want to meet?
#africa #africanPresident #afrika #capitalism #corruption #democracy #freedom #greed #musicalChairs #poetry #president #winterabc2
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Of Musical Chairs With African President(s)
https://anchor.fm/becomingthemuse/episodes/Musical-Chairs-With-African-Presidents-efhq5o/a-a2g3ql0
You know the game called musical chairs, where people dance around a set of chairs and then when the music stops, you have to find a chair to sit…
This would be an open invitation to any of the 54 presidents, either singularly or en masse if it pleases their excellencies, to dine.
Firstly I would extend my revolutionary greetings and congratulations on attaining independence. I cannot begin to imagine how that must have gone, for you see I wasn’t born yet, in your eyes I am child of yesterday, born free. According to our culture, we must respect our elders, but with all due respect, I have grown into an elder too, an epolon, mudhara, mzee there’s winter in my beard, and yet the only table I can sit with you, is an imaginary one.
I am not asking for a seat at your table, though that would be a welcome change from having to be content with picking up the scraps that fall from yours; as I wait for you to finish your meal. I imagine we play an elaborate game of musical chairs; round and round I go, until the music stops and I have to find a place to sit, except that when you sat down, way before I was born, you kept sitting and now round and round I go.
In our culture it is offensive to converse with an elder who is sitting while you stand. One would have to kneel, crouch or squat and in some of the older traditions, prostrate fully on the ground; lest you see the bald patch atop their heads or the grey wisdom crowning their scalp. I don’t know if you have noticed but I now have wisdom of my own too, I should be able to sit with you as an equal and invite you to my very own table. But no, round and round I go, waiting… for my turn.
By the time you were my age, you had done some remarkable things, you freed yourselves and claimed your seat at the table. At my age I have lived my life, waiting for you to finish eating. I bite my tongue to stop myself from asking rude questions, like how much can one person eat, because from where I wait, it looks like there will be nothing left, when you are done.
I have many other things I would like ask such as how even if you owned all the suits in the world, at any one time, you could only wear one, why would you let others go naked while your suits gather dust? Of course you do not own all the suits in the world neither am I asking about suits, but if I asked what I really wanted to ask… you would not want to hear it. You surround yourself with people who only tell you what you want to hear, at least publicly, you play the tune and round and round and round they dance…
Freedom is something you take, I have learnt from textbooks how you took yours, but now you turn into that which you freed yourself from. Round and round we go, playing this game of musical chairs; waiting for you to stand up so we can finally sit down…
The music stops and round and round and round we go.
~B
If you could meet any notable Afrikan, whom would you want to meet?
#africa #africanPresident #afrika #capitalism #corruption #democracy #freedom #greed #musicalChairs #poetry #president #winterabc2
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Of Musical Chairs With African President(s)
https://anchor.fm/becomingthemuse/episodes/Musical-Chairs-With-African-Presidents-efhq5o/a-a2g3ql0
You know the game called musical chairs, where people dance around a set of chairs and then when the music stops, you have to find a chair to sit…
This would be an open invitation to any of the 54 presidents, either singularly or en masse if it pleases their excellencies, to dine.
Firstly I would extend my revolutionary greetings and congratulations on attaining independence. I cannot begin to imagine how that must have gone, for you see I wasn’t born yet, in your eyes I am child of yesterday, born free. According to our culture, we must respect our elders, but with all due respect, I have grown into an elder too, an epolon, mudhara, mzee there’s winter in my beard, and yet the only table I can sit with you, is an imaginary one.
I am not asking for a seat at your table, though that would be a welcome change from having to be content with picking up the scraps that fall from yours; as I wait for you to finish your meal. I imagine we play an elaborate game of musical chairs; round and round I go, until the music stops and I have to find a place to sit, except that when you sat down, way before I was born, you kept sitting and now round and round I go.
In our culture it is offensive to converse with an elder who is sitting while you stand. One would have to kneel, crouch or squat and in some of the older traditions, prostrate fully on the ground; lest you see the bald patch atop their heads or the grey wisdom crowning their scalp. I don’t know if you have noticed but I now have wisdom of my own too, I should be able to sit with you as an equal and invite you to my very own table. But no, round and round I go, waiting… for my turn.
By the time you were my age, you had done some remarkable things, you freed yourselves and claimed your seat at the table. At my age I have lived my life, waiting for you to finish eating. I bite my tongue to stop myself from asking rude questions, like how much can one person eat, because from where I wait, it looks like there will be nothing left, when you are done.
I have many other things I would like ask such as how even if you owned all the suits in the world, at any one time, you could only wear one, why would you let others go naked while your suits gather dust? Of course you do not own all the suits in the world neither am I asking about suits, but if I asked what I really wanted to ask… you would not want to hear it. You surround yourself with people who only tell you what you want to hear, at least publicly, you play the tune and round and round and round they dance…
Freedom is something you take, I have learnt from textbooks how you took yours, but now you turn into that which you freed yourself from. Round and round we go, playing this game of musical chairs; waiting for you to stand up so we can finally sit down…
The music stops and round and round and round we go.
~B
If you could meet any notable Afrikan, whom would you want to meet?
#africa #africanPresident #afrika #capitalism #corruption #democracy #freedom #greed #musicalChairs #poetry #president #winterabc2