Overview of Trump's first 100 days as president:
"As civil society activists, we present a list of “red lines not to be crossed”. Should the President cross these red lines, such actions will inevitably lead to political instability in our country and the deterioration of international relations"
The spotless man
Wifi router turned into a camera
Rossi face helmet
You are a goddess, and I am a simple being, trembling beneath the weight of your presence. I believed you would heal me— wrap me in silken light, stroke the knots of my sorrow until they unraveled into grace. And you said, “Sure, let’s begin.” But what I meant wasn’t this. What I thought was gentleness wasn’t the fire you lit in me. I thought healing would be soft and sensual, a balm against my bruises, a dream made flesh, a cocoon for my desires. Not this— this unmasking, this shattering of the mirror that held the fragile portrait of my persona. Not this pain, raw and unrelenting, flaying my illusions one by one until I stood exposed, naked in your gaze. You loved me in the discomfort, held me in the discovery, kissed the breaking open as though it were a blessing. And perhaps it is. Perhaps healing isn’t soft, but sharp, jagged, alive. Perhaps the only way to live is to be pierced by it, to be stripped of every lie until the truth shines like a wound, like a gift. And so I stand, shivering in this unmaking, no longer sure where I begin or end. Your hands are not kind, but they are sure— sculptor’s hands, breaking me apart to rebuild a thing I cannot yet fathom. “Trust,” you whisper, though it sounds like thunder. And I do, though the trust tastes of blood, though it feels like falling into endless sky. Your eyes burn with something ancient, and I realize— you are not here to save me. You are here to remind me I was never broken, only buried beneath the weight of my own forgetting. Larson Langston
This "obviousness" is what I strive for: "Don't take this to mean his code was spaghetti—it was actually some of the easiest-to-understand code I've ever worked with. It has an almost indescribable quality of "obviousness." Like, you know when a really good teacher explains something, it seems obvious? That's what his code was like. I mean, OF COURSE there's a loop where you service the pending events and call a refresh on the UI layer."
Man suffers from centralised platform woes:
Interior design idea: exclusively display prints of stolen, location-unknown paintings.