Neither is the President.

It’s like Justice Potter Stewart famously wrote about pornography: I can’t define it, but I know it when I see it. It was 100% warranted in this case.

Replace Thompson with Anwar and Abdulrahman al-Awlaki.

Our celebratory reaction to Thompson being brought to justice isn’t going to lead to bad things. No, it’s the result of being on the losing end of the world we already inhabit.

I feel like there’s a lot of information missing here. VLANs operate at OSI layer 2, and Immich connects to its ML server via IP in layer 3. It could talk to a remote server in Ecuador over the Internet, so the layer 2 configuration is irrelevant.

What you have is an issue of routing IP packets between subnets. You just need to set up a rule on your router to allow the Immich server on the Internet-facing IP subnet to connect to the correct port(s) for the ML server on the private subnet. Or maybe use the router’s port-forwarding feature. Lacking further information about the setup, I have to be vague here. In any case, it’s conceptually the same as punching a hole in the firewall to let IP packets from an Immich server in Ecuador get to the ML server on your private subnet, except that the server is not in Ecuador.

I just saw the news that they’ve charged him with terrorism. It’s like they want to keep the outrage going, and give the jury a reason to acquit.

That’s today. That’s our current reality. That’s the society that I already live in, because I’m a horrible, nasty, evil person who rides a bicycle to get places.

I’m in Madison, Wisconsin, too, so it’s rather fresh in my mind that anyone can kill me just randomly out of the blue.

Ray breaks it down: Project 2025: As Bad for Cities as You Think It Is (Or watch on Nebula)

Just to pick one: Public transit == Uber (or Leon’s self-driving taxis)

I’m doing my part!

I had major depression when I was younger. I couldn’t get individual insurance because it was a pre-existing condition. I couldn’t afford it, anyway, because getting and keeping a job was very difficult because, uh, depression? So, getting a job with a group plan was also out of reach. I had to research it and treat it myself, which, goddamn right I’m proud I managed.

But now I’m middle-aged, single, and probably will never have the savings to retire. Eat a Grand Canyon full of Godzilla dicks, U.S. healthcrime system.

Years ago, I went caving out in the sticks with an outdoors group. To change into my caving outfit, I went behind the end of a cornrow, next to a pasture fence. A group of three cows up the hill noticed, and moseyed down the hill to watch. It was pretty clear from their body language that they were bored and curious. (And also, voyeurs.)

The lead cow mooed at me in a way that kind of sounded like a question. What the heck, I figured, and mooed back. I don’t know what I said, but it was scandalous. The cows’ faces looked like they were positively shocked, and they promptly turned around and marched back over the hill. It was like a real-life “My mother was a saint!” sitcom joke, but with cows instead of a foreign language.

Yeah, I had no doubt that there was intelligence there.

The song is “No Mercy in June” by a band called Hot D.A.M. I’m pretty sure that I got the song by piecing together a multi-part, MIME-encoded Usenet posting. Somehow, I have a whole album by the band in my collection that I found somewhere on the seven seas years ago. I don’t recall when or where now. The best information that I could find back when was that Hot D.A.M. was one of those local bands that stayed local, perhaps one of the many that bubble up out of the musical quantum foam, and disappear just as quickly.

Samesies. I remember back in college powering through a writing assignment with a 2L bottle of Coke and a 1lb. bag of M&Ms. Totally not healthy, but I learned later that it has to do with the relationship between insulin and neurotransmitters, like dopamine.

I think I need to read up on that link more.

No. There’s no hard-and-fast definition of the working class that everybody agrees upon, but there are some common ones. She’s certainly not part of the Marxist proletariat, since I’m certain that she and her management team are smart enough to have invested her money so that she never need work again, if she so desired. Also, she employs a small army of people to put on tours. Similarly, she has far too much money to be part of the working class as loosely defined by people who must sell their labor to survive. From what I understand, she came from an upper-middle class family, so she’s not even working class by culture.

I can sort of see an argument that she puts on a very physically-demanding show, exchanging her labor for money, but performers traditionally haven’t been considered working class.

I suggest reading the book Running on Empty by Dr. Jonice Webb. Maybe it will explain some things. (Or maybe it won’t. I’m no expert.)

ETA: The drama-queen mother and the “something is missing and I don’t know what” feeling make me think it will.)

I can’t consciously change my body temperature, but I do find that my thoughts and attitude about the heat or cold do affect it quite a bit.

You’re not the only one! I think it’s worth noting that back then, “social media” was a new model in which the viewers provided the content, a democratizing force which broke the hold of a small priesthood of editors, producers, and owners over the message we hear.

Now, so-called social media is synonymous with The Algorithm. That is, the powerful and connected have figured out how to tame it and gatekeep information again, this time in a far more insidious way. It still has the veneer of populism, but scratch the surface, and the owners largely control what you see.

It’s darkly hilarious to read discussions on here in which people deny that Lemmy is social media at all, rather than an example of the ur-social media, the good kind.

The biggest shock for me was Vera Lynn. She recorded her biggest hit song in 1939, and I was most familiar with it from the ending of Dr. Strangelove from 1964, and the Pink Floyd song, “Vera”, from 1982. I guess people in the UK would’ve known better, but the song implied a long-bygone time, so of course she had to be dead by the '90s, right?

Imagine my shock when she released a new compilation album in 2014, while still very much kicking.

Heck, people are still producing new games for the Commodore 64.

And Emmett Till could still be very much alive, had he not been lynched.

That last but is almost NMEA 2000, which standardizes exactly that kind of information, but in boats. It’s old enough that they based it on CANbus, but there are many repeater products to add IP devices (Ethernet, Wi-Fi, Bluetooth) to the network.

ETA: By which I mean to say, plenty of designs already exist in the marine market which could be used to bridge a car’s CANbus to consumer devices, if they wanted to.