Please_Do_Not @ Please_Do_Not @lemm.ee

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Much like unpaid internships, this is also a method to prevent anyone who is not independently wealthy from applying, so they can fill the department with the same people already benefiting from the current system and allow them to design one that benefits them even further.

No one that this department is ostensibly built to serve can afford to work on it, so who is it really (clearly) for?

That's why Mr. Pibb emphasized clarity to avoid misgendering. He actually has a Ph. D. in archaeology, but made the humble choice to still go by Mr.

Are you threatening me?

Early voters will skew towards the civically engaged, which in turn skews towards the educated and left-leaning. Unfortunately, I can't take too much confidence in this.

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U boat, bro?

I've never cleared mine and just checked it, 1.04gb. I use the app an embarrassing amount, so I wonder if there's one specific thing that takes up a bunch of space.

Ooh PURPOSE. sounds interesting, I think I might check it out.

Right! My brain kept saying "Burgundy Bathysphere" but I knew that wasn't right...

I think the Beatles made one

Illinois just got rid of cash bail and it's working pretty well so far, so at least there are folks there who see how crazy it is too.

Of course and enjoy the new tool!

It's a normal plug and a standard extension cord should fit even though it looks weird (I have the same trimmer and many tools with similar plugs in my garage right now haha). The plastic around the female side on the extension cord just can't be too large or weirdly shaped so that it'll fit in the gap, but otherwise should be good.

The OCs, (aka Osees, the Oh Sees, the O.C.s) are a lo-fi psych garage rock band with over a dozen albums. Their sound is unique, but could best be compared to other psychedelic and punk-influenced bands like Witch and Ty Segal.

Waiting for the autopilot update

"Morning sleepyhead, glad you could join us."

"Goodnight."

x10,000

I don't know you!

Pomegranate pips work well in most salty dishes, roasted apple is great with a strong, soft cheese.

I was talking to my wife about the feeling of underachieving relative to unrealistic childhood goals, and she mentioned that she never thought she was smart or special enough as a child to dream of being THE anything. Like she wanted to work in science, but never took that to mean that she wanted to be THE one to get famous curing cancer or writing a Malcom Gladwell-type book or running her own lab.

I, of course, think she is the most special genius I know, and I think she'd do a great job in any of those situations, but the depressingly realistic expectations she set out of lower self-confidence as a kid have now served her well in terms of job and life satisfaction. It made me sad to hear and angry at her parents for not communicating that she was and is exceptional, but I am also sad and angry that I am not the next Bob Dylan with a universal acceptance of my genius and no need to do anything but write poetry and receive accolades. At the same time, I'd hate to actually live on the road and/or have the life of most ultra-famous writers, but I still feel like I've betrayed my childhood potential by not doing so and by being unremarkable.

Hard to say if that disappointment is worse than growing up without being told you even could achieve something like that. My wife is healthy now, but had a lot of shit she had to overcome in her childhood and adult mental health journeys, and while/since I have as well, I don't think we'll ever get answers about every different thing that affects our current and past contentedness. So I am just left with the contradictory disappointments of having failed to live up to grand self-determined goals and that no one ever told my wife she could set hers like the incredible person, thinker, and worker she is--even knowing that just may have led to her feeling my current disappointment in place of any she felt as a child.

Long and complicated, no resolution, it's just been weird to see and think about our two very different experiences.