For a while I wanted to make observing and ID’ing mosses and lichens my thing on iNataturalist, but it’s too damn hard.
For a while I wanted to make observing and ID’ing mosses and lichens my thing on iNataturalist, but it’s too damn hard.
Maybe. The people who have always said 30 years were scientists and engineers. Those now saying 5 to 10 years are VC backed startups.
Progress is definitely being made but I’ll believe the optimists when I see the results.
I love it. Reminds me of close up views of sun spots. Or maybe iron filings in a magnetic field.
Me: what’s that mean?
Them: age sex and where you’re from ;)
Me: 13/m
Them: do you have a bush yet?
Me: A bush? What do you mean?
Literally my first interaction in a chat room.
Of course, but the percentage of capable zoomers who are actually tech savvy is much smaller than millenials, for the reasons already stated.
Just the other day I witnessed a zoomer grad student who didn’t know how to use a file explorer on his new windows laptop because he had grown up with an iPad and iPhone.
Anyone want to cyber?
Because it’s a small world. You could very well have to interact with former colleagues again or have your behavior shared with others.
This has been a popsci fantasy for a quarter of a century or more. Google tried it and gave up.
Your cat sounds like me in jr high through high school.
It straight up makes up sources and citations.
Land snails also shit out of the same hole they breath through.
I still do, but I used to, too.
Wobbly windows, rotating cube workspace switcher, and a flaming bonanza animation when a windows was closed.
The year was ~2003
I remember just giving up on life in second grade, refusing to participate or do anything because I was sad. Got tested a bunch after that and given pills that mad me a zombie.
There on out I was treated as a weird kid and that brought a different kind of sadness. Puberty added anger and suicidal ideation. The knowledge that I was fucked up, the world was fucked up, and my life wasn’t going to work out.
Years later here I am, living with the knowledge I was right and watching myself fail at life, finding no joy or peace in anything. Everything is an open sore. Wondering when I’ll get to a point where I rage quit.
I think most of the people I know are anxious or depressed, or both. Hut I don’t know of anyone close to me who is at my level.
Maybe because manh people think it’s useless and stupid and wish it would go away. Trusting a random bot to tell you the political leaning of an information source so you know whether to trust the information is peak stupidity, IMO.
It had a creepiness to it, perhaps. It’s about French soldiers garrisoned in a fortified bunker right at the start of WW2. I’m about half done and am really enjoying it
I am 100% convinced Twitter is being intentionally destroyed by a cabal of evil oligarchs and nation states.
Balcony in the Forest by Julien Gracq
Anything by Kiasmos. Also Chopin.