Weird trend across all platforms the last few years. In the days of broadcast media the FCC could regulate content. Then advertisers privatized the role. Then the Internet revived the free for all of public access. Then somebody worked some kind of Queen Victoria magic on content creators to get them to both write and visually bleep parts of words on behalf of the advertisers and publishers.
I wonder if companysite. would be more expensive than a portfolio. There's value in identity trust and countless ways to do that but the Internet gravitated to squirreling away domain names.
That's a lot of hats for one person to wear, no wonder you're having so much trouble managing your configuration. Sounds like it'd be easier to have a single registry with an open top dot and delegate all that management.
I roast seasoned chickpeas for snacking like that. I'll top pan fried chickpeas with leftover rice and carrot then let those steam up with the lid on. It helps contain popping beans too lol
Those sweet potatoes are close to Grandma Appalachia's traditional preparation that she got from a recipe her Irish aunt tore out of a magazine back in the 70s, but hers included a hoppy beer to balance the hot sauce
I'm still talking about standards of reporting, and pointing out that Internet culture tends to be especially vocal about truth and science while amplifying the same ol' sensationalism and romanticism.
I'm not blaming, I don't think the reporting is horny either. The concept is fascinating, if anything I'm horny for more of a middle ground between fluff and the original paper.
What's the "intimate detail"? The novelty I got here was the revelation of three instead of two proteins involved in this binding site. Is that "the" binding between the egg and sperm or is it a secondary/support linkage?
I recently saw a thread fawning over regular posters without much critical thought to standards for editors in the age of meme-based reporting. The 90s yutes, upset about their aunts' chain mail emails' claims about artificial sweeteners and theology, ran to the Internet in search of Truth but stumbled into a breeding ground for misinformation. Oop!
At first I saw something silhouetted on a card table. Then Action
entered the story and I had to choose an adventure after being asked
what happened.
I figured how it rolls might depend on who pushed it, and I already
knew that. Kevin. Why he did it was less clear. Muscle memory placed
us at a table in the canteen. Sitting across from him on any ordinary
day, some rolled up piece of napkin or a wad of garbage paper might
present itself as a projectile to reach him across the plates and
glass between us.
Tonight we were in my kitchen, together there for the first time. I'd
moved the table into the corner with both leaves open to make extra
space for snacks for the party. We pushed the pretzels and empties
aside and sat facing each other off the edge of the table, knees
nearly interlocked.
My chin was on my hand and my heart was on the ceiling. We were
laughing about something when I noticed the toy baseball on the
table. The stairs creaked and the sound of background chatter crept in
like a breeze that chilled my spine. He flicked the ball, and it
rolled fast off the edge then fell to the floor with a flat thud.
The phone on the wall behind him rang, and I clicked to review the
test questions.
How about the machines automate the complicated jobs to make as many menial jobs for me as possible? Computers these days are all lazy. They could optimize scheduling so the neighbors and I all get time together and time apart for a hundred hours of kicking dirt down at the office each year, instead they hang around doing vapes and abstract paintings of hands.
Weird trend across all platforms the last few years. In the days of broadcast media the FCC could regulate content. Then advertisers privatized the role. Then the Internet revived the free for all of public access. Then somebody worked some kind of Queen Victoria magic on content creators to get them to both write and visually bleep parts of words on behalf of the advertisers and publishers.