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social.solarpunk.au

vidak | @vidak@social.solarpunk.au

# LOCATION

The unceded, stolen land of the Wadjuk people of the Nyoongar nation. Always was, always will be, Aboriginal land!!

# QUOTATIONS

You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. ~winnie-the-pooh

I made StumpWM work on Debian! All it took was:

- Installing package for StumpWM.
- Forcefully removing package for clx with dpkg.
- Building StumpWM from source w/ ql (surprisingly easy!)
- And replacing Debian-provided binary with the compilation result.

That was tough, but fun. And I like how anarchic Debian is, with any binary replaceable and patchable in place!

Huge thanks to @PuercoPop for the pointer on old clx version! Maybe I should contribute a newer one to Debian? 🤔

veterans of the cyber wars

reply to this thread with pictures of your machines' cracked bezels, cigarette burned displays, erased keys and other damage worth celebrating.

Hey hey! Another agrivoltaics study shows that crop yields from fields where plants share space with vertical photovoltaics are the same as, or perhaps a bit higher, than yields from similar fields but without the solar generating infrastructure. There's, like, a handful of these now, at least. This one's from Sweden.

Link to publicly available study is in the article.

https://www.pv-magazine.com/2024/10/15/vertical-agrivoltaics-for-barley/

i sort of feel like any intersection including cis men, can experience misogyny. The main variables are not what identities and groups you factually belong to; but whether the axis of proximity to womanhood is being used to oppress and bully you.

Which is what happens when a cis man fails to perform masculinity in exactly the acceptable way and gets called a “bitch” a “cock sucker”, a “pussy” or “emotional”.

it’s the very proximity to femininity that is the weapon being used, and I would call that misogyny no matter who it is being used on

Find someone who loves you as much as YouTube loves turning on "Ambient Mode" after I have disabled it

@neauoire i played the shit out of this game... đź’•

doing a lot better lately.

it seems i can repeat my own advice to others but cannot follow it myself.

you cannot force emotional or personal catharsis--it more or less dawns on you like an epiphany.

in my case i stress myself out so much that i am under such great tension that i become very very upset--sometimes to the point of serious mental illness.

i think the results of my month-long research into the blog posts i want to produce are now mature. they form a loosely related triptych:

  1. an investigation of the internals of abrahamic religions--judaism, christianity, and islam. i approach the topic from a philosophical perspective, not an historical one.

  2. an investigation of the coincidence between religion and social and political power. putting aside the internal coherence of religion, i want to know: why do people turn to the supernatural in order to ground their sense of social belonging?

  3. finally: a nice, rigorous treatment on 'platonism'. when i was in grad school, i had no choice but to study in the tradition of anglo-american analytic philosophy, where everyone is scrambling to be the loudest and most devout enemy of 'platonism'. so the unwritten/unspoken convention dictates, you had better praise david hume, skeptical empiricism, or give up on an academic career altogether. a bizarre, lobotomised form of kant is as radical or exotic as one is allowed to get. frankly, i am disgusted by these attitudes and i don't care who hears it.

hope you're all well 🙏

Anyone doing any retro programming? I'm wondering if anyone has a line clipping algorithm that is efficient on a 68000.

Given start and end coordinates, I'd like to clip it horizontally or vertically nor both, to a window (specifically within 320 by 200 since I'm on an Atari ST).

The way I'm doing it now requires a bit too many divisions, which are horribly slow on a 68000.

did you know that we are but 10 days away from the start of the autumn lisp game jam?? warm up your repl, mix in some mulling spices, and let's hack! https://itch.io/jam/autumn-lisp-game-jam-2024

Reminder: all Libreboot machines are currently on a heavy discount, on Minifree:

https://minifree.org/

I'm the founder and lead developer of the Libreboot project. Sales fund Libreboot. Libreboot (preinstalled) is free/opensource firmware replacing proprietary BIOS/UEFI on supported hardware. I did a release recently, namely Libreboot 20241008.

Your choice of Debian Linux, other distro or a BSD.

I'm raising money for some planned work in November, hence price cut going for increased sales.

By the way, at 000UTC Wednesday on https://anonradio.net:8443/anonradio will be us going through the schedule while hanging out in . If you are on or interested in that, drop by and *chatter in Paradise Sushi in tinytown in https://lambda.moo.mud.org/ . A reminder that wrog's client protocol mode is over here -> https://wrog.net/emacs/mud-mcp_2_0.el

Which will also be the textual live Q&A base for me at the conference! So you may as well get started now (tomorrow).

https://codeberg.org/tfw/moonclimb
I wrote a small informational readme about my attempt to realise running images as compatible realities mostly via 's command (= MOO verb) mechanism.

New dist even though there's no post on the blog

kinda feeling like almost everyone out there is only out to serve themselves at the expense of everyone else.

every time i try and help someone it ends up in me being treated like a fool from which to parasite.

maybe i am a fool for thinking kindness is not a weakness.

feeling pretty used and invisible right now. no-one i know seems to care about me beyond what they can get out of me.

disgusting.

Clash at Demonhead

🏢 Vic Tokai
đź“… 1989
đź–Ą NES

Clash at Demonhead Screenshot Clash at Demonhead Screenshot

wow, gosh, really? it was fake the whole time? who could have guessed it! you mean a billionaire would just do that, lie for profit?

Tesla's Beer-Serving Optimus Robot Was Controlled By A Human The Whole Time

Optimus's real capabilities remain human- controlled

By Amber DaSilva

Another #PixelArt daily done! :) Dance with decay.

You can grab the full-quality versions (for free) here: https://ko-fi.com/i/II2I714MUJF

ENJOY!
Pixel art of a moon-drenched cemetery where gnarled trees claw at a sky choked with midnight blue. Their branches, stark silhouettes against the pale orb, reach towards ancient Gothic structures that pierce the darkness. Pointed arches and towering spires stand sentinel, their weathered stone adorned with intricate carvings and sculptures now half-consumed by creeping ivy. A grand central tower, crowned with arched windows like watchful eyes, dominates the scene. At its feet, a labyrinth of timeworn tombstones sprawls across the uneven ground, each etched with forgotten stories. Some rest flat, surrendered to the passage of years, while others stand defiant, their inscriptions blurred by the relentless touch of decay. A winding path, choked with weeds and shadowed moss, leads towards a decaying iron gate, its twisted frame held captive between massive stone pillars. The entrance yawns open, an invitation into oblivion. The image has a CRT filter applied. Pixel art of a moon-drenched cemetery where gnarled trees claw at a sky choked with midnight blue. Their branches, stark silhouettes against the pale orb, reach towards ancient Gothic structures that pierce the darkness. Pointed arches and towering spires stand sentinel, their weathered stone adorned with intricate carvings and sculptures now half-consumed by creeping ivy. A grand central tower, crowned with arched windows like watchful eyes, dominates the scene. At its feet, a labyrinth of timeworn tombstones sprawls across the uneven ground, each etched with forgotten stories. Some rest flat, surrendered to the passage of years, while others stand defiant, their inscriptions blurred by the relentless touch of decay. A winding path, choked with weeds and shadowed moss, leads towards a decaying iron gate, its twisted frame held captive between massive stone pillars. The entrance yawns open, an invitation into oblivion.

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