2024.03.29
2024.03.29
Maya stood before her group of volunteers, a sense of purpose radiating from her as she prepared to guide them through the process of canning green beans.
Alright, everyone, Maya began, her voice steady and confident. Canning green beans isnt too complicated, but its important to follow each step carefully to ensure the food stays safe to eat.
Madie watched from the sidelines, her admiration for Maya growing with each passing moment. She had never realized the extent of Mayas knowledge and resourcefulness, nor the hidden treasures within Bear Country.
First, Maya continued, we need to prepare the beans. Make sure theyre washed and trimmed, removing any blemishes or tough ends.
The volunteers nodded, listening intently as Maya demonstrated the process. Madie couldnt help but marvel at Mayas expertise. She had been eating the food grown and preserved by the Agriculture Club without ever truly understanding the effort and skill behind it.
Once the beans are ready, Maya instructed, well blanch them in boiling water for a few minutes to preserve their color and texture.
Madie listened intently at Mayas instructions. She didnt want to make a mistake in the process.
After blanching, Maya continued, well pack the beans tightly into sterilized jars, leaving a little space at the top. Then, well cover them with boiling water and seal the jars tightly.
Madie listened to Maya, suddenly realizing just how much she had underestimated the members of the Agriculture Club. They were not just residents of Bear Country they were heroes, keeping their community fed and thriving in the face of adversity.
Finally, Maya concluded, well process the jars in a boiling water bath for the specified time to kill any bacteria and ensure the beans stay fresh.
Madie nodded in understanding, grateful for Mayas expertise and leadership. As the she and the other volunteers set to work, Madie couldnt help but feel a sense of hope for the future of Bear Country High School.
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Jake, Maya, and Ethan surveyed the sorry state of their crops at the back of Bear Country High School. The bug infestation was getting worse by the day, and they knew they needed all the help they could get from their fellow residents to rescue as much food as possible.
Maya, the determined and organized leader of the Agriculture Club, gathered the four volunteers who had shown up to help. She divided the tasks efficiently, assigning each person to a specific area of the garden.
Alright, Tommy, youre on pest control duty, Maya instructed, pointing to a tall, lanky boy with a determined look in his eyes. Samantha, you and Joey focus on weeding out the dead plants and put everything in the compost bins. And Emily, youll help Ethan with collecting the fruits and vegetables that can be used.
Ethan, the practical and caring member of the group, chimed in, Remember to drink water and take breaks when you need them. But we cant afford to dawdle. If we dont save as many plants as possible, well be trading with other gangs just to avoid starving.
Jake, the resourceful and thoughtful one, distributed the few sets of gloves they had salvaged from the schools storage rooms. Make sure to return these at the end of your shift, he reminded everyone. Other people will need them too.
Maya added, her voice firm but kind, And dont forget about canning. We need to preserve as much of the harvest as we can. Well start in the evening, and we still need volunteers. Spread the word, and Ill put up a message on the admin hall bulletin board.
With a nod from Maya, the volunteers dispersed, ready to tackle their assigned tasks and spread the word about the upcoming canning session. Despite the challenges they faced, Jake, Maya, and Ethan remained determined to save their crops and ensure the survival of their community at Bear Country High School.
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of a Dutch Pixy (Friday, March 29th, 2024)
TLDR tried to be active until my spoons were gone... Then I just relaxed...
My alarm woke me and I would have liked a wee bit more sleep. But hey ho, let's get up and do my things. The scales weren't too bad but they weren't very nice either. The weather was 7C and dry for now. I got dressed, prepared Arwen's meat and I took my meds. Walkies with Arwen and then she got her food and snack before I left for the gym.
The Smith Machine area was busy, again... So I did my best on the other machines. Then I spend 20+2 minutes on the cross-trainer before hitting the bike for 30+5. A nice massage after that and I left for home again. As it slowly started to rain some, I kept my gym clothes on. They would not be too warm when I would wear my rain pants and water resistant jacket. But first I had some brekky. Then Arwen and I headed out for walkies. The weather kept going from wet to dry to drizzle to wet. Very annoying. Plus there was some wind so handling the umbrella was a small challenge at times. When we got home, I washed up and changed.
Then I rode my bike for a while. But... I'd forgotten to start my exercise, so after about half an hour I discovered that I had no data on it . Unfortunately this happens more often, I'm just daft at times. So after a nice ride I had some food. Then Arwen wanted to go out again. I wanted a smaller walk but she took me into the other direction. So we went the bigger route, again! After that, Arwen relaxed a bit and so did I.
I did feel a tad restless in my head. So I got to the treadmill for a walk. Before I knew it, I had walked over 10k! I fixed some food and then I walked Arwen again. I fed her and then I rode my bike a while. After that... Arwen and I crashed on the couch for some relaxing...
Then it was time to get ready for bed again. I prepared everything for the next day. Took my meds, brushed my teeth and I walked Arwen again. I didn't read too long until I dozed off... I woke twice for the loo and then because if noise outside. It was almost time for my alarm. It sounded like a helicopter circling over our neighborhood.
So I got up and the scales weren't too bad. My sleep score was 93. It was 9C with a slight drizzle. I got dressed and prepared everything. Arwen and I had walkies and while she was eating, I headed for the gym.
The weekend had begun!
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2024.03.28
Here's an entry for the Mastodon self-hosting
I started self-hosting my Mastodon instance in April 2022, almost two years ago.
As some of you will know, I'm running the software, storage and database on a RaspberryPi 4, in part (still) from the SD card.
I've detailed some of my setup here:
Somewhat alarmingly (but inevitably) I now see my SD card is 95% full. This means I will soon have to do something, otherwise my instance will break.
To be continued...
Jonas limped back to Bear Country. He didnt say a lot when
he got back. I cleaned up his wounds and made him something to eat.
He didnt eat much. I am not sure if it was because of his physical
injuries or because of the mental anguish I am sure he feels. The whole
thing was just incredibly sad. I find it hard to think about one without
the other. Matt and Jonas have always done everything together.
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Another layout trying to match the colours to the washi tape. X) Not sure if I've succeeded, but it was fun! :chickadee:
Art Basel Hong Kong diary: Jeff Koons shakes it Off, shopping mall is blooming lovely, and superheroes abound at M+
There are days and then there are days. Matt and Jonas fought
at the plaza today. It was awful. Both boys were injured. They both
had bloody lips, cuts and bruises. A couple of venders are going to
have to rebuild after Matt and Jonas crashed thru their kiosks.
It didnt take long for a crowd to develop. People began to cheer for one or the
other. It always annoys me that people encourage fights. You would
think that the proper thing to do would be to stop the fight but not in
this town.
Any way, as the fight grew in intensity a couple of the Hulks goons from the Central campus arrived. They just stood back and watched. I am not surprised. The fight ended as Matt pinned Jonas to the pavement. Some words exchanged that I would rather not repeat. Then Matt released Jonas and stood up. Jonas struggled to his feet. He yelled at his brother that they were no longer brothers. I wanted to cry.
After the show, the crowd dispersed as quickly as it formed except for the Central goons. They were interested in Matt. I wasnt close enough to hear the conversation, but Matt left with the enemy.
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"... where Sir Williams both and my Lady Batten, and her two daughters, and other company, were a great deal of mirth."
I love the way grammar gets meaningfully stretched in Pepys.
The "both" should be before "Sir Williams", but putting it between the two names makes us marvel that they were both present --- it turns a pedantic listing device into poetry. The sentence then continues with two comma'd "and" additions, making us sense the merry crowd.
Found an old diary from highschool, wow I was full of teen angst. The cover photo I added to my profile is a collage of various self portraits I drew, I was in the habit of drawing a self portrait with each entry. I kind of miss doing that, with digital journaling it's all about photos now. I added an entry for today using a sparkly gel pen and drew a portrait of me sitting in my blue chair reading my old diary.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets of Bear Country, a sense of unease settled over the town. Xavier, better known as the Hulk, and his gang of goons prowled the streets like wolves, their presence striking fear into the hearts of the townsfolk.
Among them, a boy named Alex pedaled his bike down the familiar lanes, the wind tousling his hair as he enjoyed the last moments of daylight. But little did he know, he was about to cross paths with the most feared figures in town.
As Alex rounded a corner, he found himself face to face with Xavier and his crew. The air grew tense as the goons blocked his path, their intimidating presence suffocating. Without a word, they grabbed Alexs bike, wrenching it from his grasp before he could even react.
Hey, thats mine! Alex protested, but his cries were drowned out by the barks of laughter from the goons. With a swift shove, they sent him crashing to the ground, his cries for help lost in the shuffle of their cruel amusement.
To Alexs dismay, the passersby on the sidewalk averted their gazes, hurrying past as if they hadnt witnessed a thing. It was as if they were too afraid to stand up to Xavier and his gang, preferring to bury their heads in the sand rather than confront the tyranny that gripped their town.
The atmosphere in Bear Country had shifted, tainted by the looming presence of the Central Goons. Fear hung heavy in the air, driving people to avoid the streets altogether, lest they become the next target of Xaviers aggression. No one was safe from their reign of terror, not even the most innocent among them.
Xavier and his goons grew bolder, their actions becoming more brazen as they seized whatever they desired with reckless abandon. Their disregard for the consequences left a trail of devastation in their wake, leaving the once vibrant community shrouded in fear and despair.
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I held a meeting with the community leaders of the larger
gangs that are allies with Bear Country. I love community meetings.
No, actually, I dont but sometimes they are a necessity. I am not a
very good diplomat. I have trouble hiding my emotions. I always turn
a bright shade of red when I get flustered. What I hate the most is that
these meetings always end up loud and noisy. Getting everyone to
agree is always a challenge but I think we have a workable plan. All
the gang leaders have agreed that getting someone inside the Bobcat
campus is a necessity. Bear Country will have to get someone inside
but first we have to find out what kind of security the Hulk has in
place so that we can get information out once we are inside.
I went to see Tony after the meeting. He is still angry with me.
At first, he pretending to be working on something and ignored that I
was even standing in the same room. I said I was sorry and that if I
could bring back Runt I would. I said I needed his friendship. He thru
a wrench across the room (It barely missed my head) and he said I wasnt
a very good friend. A friend is someone you can count on. Someone
you can depend on. I said, I was dependable. He said I wasnt. He
said I should have kept a closer eye on Runt. Perhaps he was right. I
should have kept a closer eye on the little guy. However, honestly, I
cant be everywhere at once. I have a great deal of responsibility. I
would have done my best to look after Runt if Tony had died. We all
would have looked after him. Its what we do in Bear Country. We
look after each other. No one could have prevented Runt from leaving
if he wanted to leave. No one is under lock and key.
Tony went back to what ever it was he was working on and I
left the room. I said I really was sorry.
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DiaryNew journal entry! Talking about starting HRT and Sorting & Archiving files!
Shortly after the world fell into chaos, Matt, Jonas, Lisa and Madie took refuge in the abandoned Bear Country High School. Within a few years, their little gang of misfits grew from four members to more than three dozen. As a member of the original four, Madie was elected leader. There was no fighting or posturing for the role of leader, no one else wanted the responsibility.
3/25/2000: Prediction: the Internet will eventually be divided, such that you will subscribe to certain Web portals (channels) based on your preferences. You will still have access to the web at large (i.e., "the world") but most of the time, you will want to stay in your own "state" and "country" preferences.
In many ways this is what social media is. I also called the "internette"
There is trouble in Bear Country.
The Runt came running down the admin hall before sun up this morning yelling at the top of his lungs.
Get up, Get up. They took our fuel.
I jumped off the couch and tackled him in the hallway.
Ok, we get the point. I yelled back as I grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to calm him down.
Been organizing my music files for days and cataloging my games as well. I barely have time to do anything else and this Stardew Valley addiction caused by the new update isn't helping things.
I wanted to use this particular washi tape, so I made a colour scheme around it. ( )
It's the most colours I've ever used in a single spread! I love the warm spring vibes, though, I'm definitely feeling it. :blobpatpat:
Get up! Get up! They took our fuel. The Runt yelled as he ran up the 2A stairs in his over-sized combat boots. The boy was a constant nuisance and had a bad habit of waking everyone up before dawn for the attention. Madie slid deeper beneath her blankets and tried to ignore the noise.
Wearing his over-sized combat boots, The Runt stomped up and down the 2A hall singing, Madie, Madie, Madie.
Madie pulled her moms quilt over her head and tried to ignore the noise.
Madie.Im hungry! the boy yelled as he pounded his fists on her door.
I Finally found a new journal to write in. I found it at the plaza. I paid a hefty price. Nevertheless, I desperately needed something to let me vent and chronicles my thoughts.
The mall plaza was crowded. Every gang and solitary drifter from who knows how far away had gathered to trade. Madie stood on the edge of the blacktop and stared at the once prestigious two-story shopping center.
" ...
My father said I angered him as a child because he felt I had a whole world of secret thoughts which I would not, or could not express, that I lied like an Arab, and that I was high-tempered. But I explained to him that the feeling I had was that no one was interested, and also that what I invented constantly was fantasy, and that when I tried to tell of it, people always said: "You are lying." It was an invented world I lived in, and I was afraid to have it destroyed.
... "
-- Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 1
Anybody here using Or maybe another, similar ...
What I'm hoping to do -- and I don't know if it's possible -- is, whenever I take a photo , to have some automation that will remove with , then it to about 150kb with , then add it as a Note entry in my app . I've done this a bazillion times. There must be a way to automate, no
Es posible
I was digging through old external hard drives this past week, full of things I backed up off of CD-ROMs I burned in the early 2000s and I was really struck by what these photos I have taken mean to me now, 20+ years later. Windows into my own past. I have documented my entire adult life and some of my teenage years. This isnt exactly unique anymore, now that everyone has a camera in their pocket all the time, but also, people are always talking about data loss. Their phone breaks and they lose all their photos. But I have always backed things up in triplicate and I continue to back up my oldest stuff to new hard drives periodically, so I can really get lost in my own past sometimes.
Environmental Portraits
The photos that are the most interesting to me to look back on are the candid shots and the environmental portraits. Sure Ive taken a lot of styled and posed and edited photos, and been creative and experimental and Im glad to have done all of it. Im glad to have silly sexy pictures of myself when I was young and to have let myself be weird and ugly and messy and goofy, too. But I wish I had taken even more environmental self portraits. Environmental portraits are just, someone in a place that it is natural for them to be, at home, at work, at play, in their real life surroundings. I also love to take pictures of other people and not have them turn, and look, and smile. Keep doing what youre doing! You see this style a lot in documentary and photojournalism. Its not AS common in in self portraiture, its bending the documentary aspect a bit that Im both behind and in front of the camera, but I do feel like it makes for very honest photos of these times in my life.
I have always thought of this practice as a diary, which is why I started calling myself a photographer diarist. Im making something for myself to remember more than content for other people to consume. But it is fun to share stuff, and I thought it would be nice to go through my archives and put together a series of (mostly environmental) self portraits in chronological order and share a little bit of my 24 year diary with yall.
2001. 16 years old. My first job as a janitor.2002. My 17th birthday, my teenaged bedroom.2003. Picking Daffodils in the front yard.2004. First date, in a cave in the woods behind his house.2005. Santa Monica Beach. 2006. Double exposure in my teenaged bedroom with boyfriend Shaun. 2007. Doing the dishes in my kitchen, not very long after we moved in, newlywed2008. ICU waiting room, getting coffee, my dad was dying2009. Taking Holga photos in our garage.2010. In the mosquito bog our backyard became in the two years after my dad died. He tilled it in 2008. All of this was dirt in 2008. Life goes on.2011. The Living Room at Pwhisker Hollow.2012. Childhood Home.2013. Rock Band 32014. I did a whole week of Environmental Self Portraits in my 365 set this year, here is one in my bedroom.2015. My year of peak yoga fitness.2016. We moved the couch. Mr. Wooly makes an appearance.2017. Porch-sit playing our Nintendo DSes2018. Shauns first summer internship, lived in a hotel in Virginia for a few months.2019. Lived in University housing in downtown Fredericksburg, VA for the summer, happiest summer of my life.2020. Worked at the Osage Forest of Peace while it was closed for covid. Deep cleaned cabins, like this one I had just washed the exterior of. 2021. Packed up our home of 15 years to move 1000+ miles across the country.2022. In our new rented home in Virginia. 2023. The home we bought.March 19, 2024 Thinking about making this blog post while I folded laundry and watched Murder She Wrote.Current Mood: retrospective
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The week of March 24th-30th. I usually only do two colours per page, but I thought I'd challenge myself this time with three.
A full moon week!
Photos taken at the 3/20/2003 anti-war rally in Federal Plaza Chicago. It''ll never be the end of
tauchte zum ersten Mal im Protokoll der 155. Sitzung des 20. Deutschen Bundestages am 23.02.2024 auf. Das Protokoll findet sich unter
Since I finally got my new supplies, decided to celebrate by sitting down and making next week's layout.
The heroes have come to their senses. Good job, pals. Well done. Three cheers. Congratulations. Hip hip hooray. Thumbs up. Gold star. Gold medal. Headteacher's award.
Rating a series, like a manga or anime, on a whole is much easier than tackling it chapter by chapter, or episode by episode.