Impatient Idealist

I found this to be good food for thought, regardless of the neurotype labels (for example, I think I've been a cactus type in some friendships and I think I've been a rose type in others).

"What happens in an inter-neurotype friendship where neither understands the other's friendship style [is that] the beauty and strength of the rose wilt away while the cactus stands strong and steady but utterly oblivious."

https://www.thearticulateautistic.com/when-a-cactus-meets-a-rose-why-autistic-neurotypical-friendships-often-fail-and-how-to-prevent-it/

Hello all! Happy Bisexual Visibility Day!

~wave~

For the three people on the planet who didn't know: I'm bi. Hi everyone! :-)

I don’t want to live in a fascist country. I don’t want to live in a country ruled by hatred and bigotry and conspiracy theories and death cults. (But no country other than the US would have me.)

I don’t want to live on a planet where women aren’t people. But there is no place else. There’s literally nowhere I could live where I would not be hated for the body I was born with and where I would have the basic human rights that people born with dangly genitalia have.

Nowhere.

I was recently reminded again (thank you, minoanmiss!) of the story The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas.

I love that story.

It's not a comfortable story, not exactly a delight to read*, but it speaks powerfully. LeGuin was a clear thinker and very philosophical. (I own a book of her essays, written later in life, and I have that illusion that readers get, that I know her a little bit through her writings. She's on the short list of people I really wish I could have had dinner with in my lifetime.)

Anyway, the reminder made me think of how strongly that story has affected how I think about people.

Omelas poses a question that, to me, has become one of the things I sort of form guesses about as I get to know people. Would this person ever walk away from Omelas? I don't always have an answer, but if I get to know the person for a while, I form a guess.

I know, love, and trust some people who wouldn't. I treasure those who I think would, and I trust them in a much deeper way.

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* see also the difference between enjoying a book and being glad you read it

http://a-poem-a-day-project.blogspot.com/2012/08/day-58-maintenance.html

I also adore doing things like this for someone I love.

Trello recently converted to a much more restrictive plan for unpaid users. I'd seen all the warnings go by in e-mail: "We will put your boards* into a 'Workspace'! Really, we will! Any day now!" What they didn't mention was that the 'workspace' would make several of my collections inaccessible, and that some of the actions critical to managing them would be impossible from the phone. Oh, and the username and password I thought I had don't work any more because they're now Atlassian and Atlassian doesn't accept bare user names, only email...

Well, that ends my fifteen or so years of using Trello. So it goes.

Last night I got my data pulled off. It is exported in a truly impenetrable** JSON format, but preliminary scouting shows that there are services out there that'll read it, and worst case it's probably one line*** in Python.


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* A "board" is essentially a collection of note cards, each with a title, an optional description, possibly some comments, and possibly some attachments such as links or photos.

** folks, there's no excuse for not including whitespace.

*** not counting a page or two of "import" statements ;-}

Beautiful. From mrissa.

If mixology is a grownup's version of playing with your food, my inner kid who never grew up definitely needs to go to this step next.

Specific Gravity Chart for Layering Drinks and Shots (Spruce Eats)

Wow, somebody made a comment that I am not authorized to view, yet DW made sure to let me know it exists. I don’t know where; it could be on a post of mine or in response to a comment I made elsewhere. Who knows?

Anyhow, if I’m not replying to you, that’s why. I’m not on the access list.

Are you under a Shelter In Place order?

What bits of normalcy do you miss?