Cieżki dzień. Rano przypadkowe spotkanie z przedstawicielem handlowym ogólnopolskiej hurtowni w lokalnym sklepiku.
Nasz sklepik jest naszą linią życia. Tu zaopatrujemy się we wszystko niezbędne do życia. Jest wiele rzeczy, których tu nie kupimy. Wybór warzyw jest mizerny, mięsa (których praktycznie w ogóle nie kupujemy) tylko najtańsze. Zapomnij o gorgonzoli. Ale da się tu kupić wszystko niezbędne do przeżycia.
Tu kurierzy zostawiają dla nas przesyłki, bo darujemy im sześciu kilometrów (tam i z powrotem) drogi do nas, przez błoto i wyboje. I bez tego mają już przerąbane.
Ów przedstawiciel w rozmowie opowiedział, że jego hurtownia w ubiegłym roku straciła 170 sklepików wiejskich – bo się zamknęły. A to umarła osoba właścicielska, a to wykończyły je koszty prowadzenia interesu. W tym roku zamknęło im się już 70.
Nie wiem, czy ktoś policzył koszty społeczne zamknięcia takich sklepików. Osoby starsze, osoby bez samochodów, stają sie zupełnie skazane na łaskę rodziny czy znajomych?
Kontynuować? y/n
Last week, USFWS announced the passing of red wolf 1849F (featured on the right), the matriarch of the Milltail family.
Although the soon-to-be 13 yr old is no longer with us on the wild landscape of North Carolina, her captivating spirit lives on in her daughter (left) & grandpups, and we will continue the fight to safeguard the wild legacy she leaves behind.
Only 13 red wolves are known to remain in the wild.
→ https://news.yahoo.com/endangered-wolf-matriarch-known-prowess-140242791.html
📷 Wildlands Network
We’ve had everything thrown at us today - sun, rain, hail, even giant snowflakes! All whilst being battered by 50mph winds. Today’s ‘Spot the Dog’ was definitely a labour of love.
This example of a digital relict of a largely obsolete technology (seeing a floppy disk and thinking "save icon") made me remember seeing a talk from Amelia Acker a number of years ago about work on youth data literacy. Something that stuck out at me was the finding that young people who grow up using phones and tablets rather than computers might have no understanding of how a file system works. Some of those findings discussed here: https://www.yalsa.ala.org/jrlya/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Bowler-Acker-Chi_PerspectivesOnYouthDataLiteracy_FINAL.pdf
‘Youtube-dl Hosting Ban Paves the Way to Privatized Censorship’ - https://torrentfreak.com/youtube-dl-hosting-ban-paves-the-way-to-privatized-censorship-230411/ indeed, terrible, stupid decision by german court... #copyright
if this is the take moving forward - "pregnancy is a 'natural process,' not an 'illness'" - this is scarier than I thought
questions about the #mifepristone decisions...
https://www.statnews.com/2023/04/11/abortion-pill-ruling-fda-mifepristone-danco-genbiopro/
In 1999 to 2000 I was going through a very rough patch in my life. What with the state of things, I didn't get to see #GalaxyQuest when it was first released. Finally, on a day I was feeling particularly low, and shortly before the movie left the theaters, I canceled work and took myself out to a midday matinée.
I was the *only* person in a vast theater, of a size that no one builds anymore, sitting and waiting for the lights to go down. At one point, I turned and peered up at the projectionist's booth. I saw a shadowy figure moving back and forth behind the window, bending and straightening. This was in the days before automated, digital films. The Phantom Menace had been released digitally in 1999, but the equipment to show such films was extremely expensive and most theaters hadn't converted yet; "projectionist" was still real job.
While I was looking, the figure paused, strode to the window and peered back at me, then disappeared quickly.
I turned back around and continued to fidget and ponder the misfit pieces of my life.
At the top of the aisle behind me, the theater door swung open and banged loudly on the wall. The projectionist strode down the aisle toward me, a tall barrel-shaped man with a thick beard and glasses. My first thought was that the matinee was canceled due to low turnout, and I'd be getting a refund. Just as I'd resigned myself to that, the marching projectionist shouted out in a booming voice,
"WELCOME to your PRIVATE viewing oooooooof GALAXY QUEST!!!"
He stopped in front of my row, and I saw that he had an *armload* of STUFF. One by one, he began presenting each thing to me, and as the pile in his arms dwindled, the one in my lap grew.
"As our SPECIAL VIP Galaxy Quest GUEST today, YOU are entitled to..."
"- A commemorative t-shirt!"
"- A poster suitable for framing!"
"- A limited edition refrigerator magnet!"
"- A button to pin to your lapel!"
The list and the shwag went on. With every ridiculous item, I laughed harder and harder, until there were tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes.
Then he bowed and shouted, "WE HOPE YOU ENJOY THE SHOW!" and turned on his heel to march back up the aisle and out the exit door.
Alas, of all the shwag only the magnet has stood the test of time. But the humor and kindness of the unknown projectionist lives on.
Google pls, wcale nie poczułem się bezpieczniej tylko bardziej screepowany... Co oni odwalili, że muszą mnie zapewniać, że "reklamy wcale nie są generowane na podstawie moich maili?
Living in the #wetlands of #Polesia (also spelled #Polesie) in #EasternPoland. Surrounded by #bogs and #forests, trying not to fuck up surrounding nature too much.
Taking care of a small pack of #dogs – #IdąPsięta.
Luddite working with hi-tech.
#RuralBroadband provider by accident. Starting a small LoRaWAN project to monitor our wetlands. Coding in #Python. Dealing with dirty data, cleaning them when time allows.
#Atheist. I don't *believe* in #science – science is the *only* thing that protects us from belief.
Fuck nazis.
My account on Twitter is still up, for good reasons. https://twitter.com/szescstopni
I check facts before I toot.
I sometimes toot in Polish.
Zdolny, ale leniwy.