Stressed? Got that Friday the 13th feeling?
Just watch this. It's video Valium.
Colorized footage of Wuppertal Schwebebahn suspension railway, #Germany, 1902.
I’m going to tell you the story of the man who solved a crime.
Not, like, a cop who put together the clues and got his man, but a person who took a crime as old as civilization and fixed the problem where it got you in trouble.
The man: Artur Virgílio Alves Reis.
The place: 1920s Portugal.
The crime: Counterfeiting.
The obvious mistake: That the money is counterfeit.
(This is going to be a long 🧵 . Just trust me.)
Courage is a child of serenity. It is what you get when you are certain in your deepest principles, and in all of your actions, you are merely following that deep current. You do what you feel is morally necessary, and you are not afraid because you have accepted that the cost and risk of your choices is lower than the cost and risk of compromising in your deepest beliefs, not because it is courageous but because it is right.
“Mansplaining as a service.” Spot on.
Quoting @andrewfeeney: https://phpc.social/@andrewfeeney/109466122845775778
A friend works for Otis elevators. I asked him for the biggest mistake builders make in creating these super structures. He said builders don't wait long enough for elevator shafts to cure.
He said it can take two years for an elevator shaft to cure, but they wait half the time and then budget fixing their elevator problems for the life of the building.
The image is the new criminal justice center being built in our city. Those five elevator shafts have been curing for almost two years.
This website provides the full back archive of BYTE magazine, all 23 years of it from 1975 to to 1998. It's a treasure trove of vintage tech and nostalgia, not even Archive.org carries all the issues.
The site actually focuses on old Apple magazines, but has also PC magazines and other resources on the history of microcomputing.
@PJLavatai Second chances are a huge gift! Enjoy the journey!
This week, a bailiff stopped me and acted as though I was in the wrong place as I walked through a portion of the courthouse that is restricted to attorneys and judges.
I'm an attorney. I was wearing a suit and conducting myself just like every other attorney in that area.
This is not the first time that has happened. I can think of several other instances in various counties where courthouse security has assumed that my black skin means I must not be an attorney.
I'm tired of it.
Father, Boyfriend, Volunteer EMT, (conflicted) Veteran, Computer Geek, Perpetual Student. Command line kind of guy (he/him) Very amateur woodworker, crude sketcher, proud nerd, liberal, wished I knew more math and science.
I’m willing to be wrong, certainty often means that I don’t actually understand the problem