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  • Ok, kid’s! It’s time for Uncle Ŝan’s Story Time!

    So, it takes place in the spring in a little Italian town called Olmo in the Alps, not too far from the Austrian border. I’m living in Munich at the time, and am staying at a cabin the parents of my German friend own, with yet another friend who’s visiting from the US. We’re walking around on the paths through the villiage and meet this old guy (“old” – I was in my 20’s at the time, so he might have been 40 for all I know) who says something to us in Italian, which neither of us spoke, and I reply that, sorry, we don’t speak Italian. Undeterred, he starts rattling on to us in Italian. Now, although I was living in Germany, I’d just gotten through 3 years of French in college, so I’m picking out a word here or there, and we’re just barely sort of able to communicate by using latin roots.

    So, we’re talking to this guy for, like 45 minutes in this sort of pidgin latin and a lot of gestures, when he picks up on the fact that I’m not actually an American tourist in Italy, but that I’m visiting from Germany, at which point he says in German: “oh, so you speak German?” And from there we have a regular conversation. I don’t know what he thought, but I thought it was the funniest thing, and that’s how I learned to do the “try every language, just in case” thing like in the comic.

    That’s the end of the story, except a fun detail: I learned that this guy was on his way into the hills to count his sheep. Then he was going to go home, have lunch, and that was his work day. I’m sure keeping sheep throught the year is a lot harder than just that, but at the time I was terribly envious, because it sounded so idyllic.

    Tune in next time, kids!





  • I need to check, but I think OnlyOffice is a Russian company. Some people might care about the latter part.

    The connection between OnlyOffice and Russia has caused some controversy. The company has moved headquarters and attempted to hide its Russian ties through shell companies. The company develops its product in Russia and presents itself in the Russian market as a Russian company. For this reason some Ukrainian businesses have moved away from OnlyOffice.

    Wikipedia has more info (with references) for the curious.


  • My recommendation is to put all of the variables in an environment file, and use systemd’s EnvironmentFile (in [Service] to point to it.

    One of my backup service files (I back up to disks and cloud) looks like this:

    [Unit]
    Description=Backup to MyUsbDrive
    Requires=media-MyUsbDrive.mount
    After=media-MyUsbDrive.mount
    
    [Service]
    EnvironmentFile=/etc/backup/environment
    Type=simple
    ExecStart=/usr/bin/restic backup --tag=prefailure-2 --files-from ${FILES} --exclude-file ${EXCLUDES} --one-file-system
    
    [Install]
    WantedBy=multi-user.timer
    

    FILES is a file containing files and directories to be backed up, and is defined in the environment file; so is EXCLUDES, but you could simply point restic at the directory you want to back up instead.

    My environment file looks essentially like

    RESTIC_REPOSITORY=/mnt/MyUsbDrive/backup
    RESTIC_PASSWORD=blahblahblah
    KEEP_DAILY=7
    KEEP_MONTHLY=3
    KEEP_YEARLY=2
    EXCLUDES=/etc/backup/excludes
    FILES=/etc/backup/files
    

    If you’re having trouble, start by looking at how you’re passing in the password, and whether it’s quoted properly. It’s been a couple of years since I had this issue, but at one point I know I had spaces in a passphrase and had quoted the variable, and the quotes were getting passed in verbatim.

    My VPS backups are more complex and get their passwords from a keystore, but for my desktop I keep it simple.





  • I like your take on it; the issue comes in that conflict where external labels don’t align with internal pronouns (or any other form of self-identity, such as identifying as a particular race despite genetic dominance). We want to respect people’s self-image, when we can, don’t we?

    For me, it’s the good faith test. It can be difficult, or impossible, to determine bad faith, but sometimes it’s obvious. Trans people usually seem sincere about their identities, so I take them at face value. A meat eater insisting they be called ‘vegan’ is just mocking self-identification and kicking back at the whole pronouns thing, for whatever reason. That’s not good faith; that’s being contrarian.

    That’s my line, until someone convinces me of a better one.


  • Ah, the rare Christian who’s read the Bible!

    It’s crazy, and I highly recommend people in the US do it, especially if they’re not Christian. I have yet to come across a version of the New Testament that successfully creatively edits it enough that Jesus doesn’t come across as an utterly pacifist communist. It’s funny how so many self-proclaimed Christians will just ignore everything in the New to cherry-pick from the Old, which obviously was about a completely different god. An angry god. a righteous, vengeful, unforgiving god. The god who destroyed an entire city, children and infants, because some guys were buggering other guys, vs the Jesus who re-attached his enemies ear when one of his disciples tried to defend him. A Jesus who, by definition in the book itself, is both the son of, and yet the same being as, the old testament god. The new testament god who forgives the traitor, vs the old testament god who tortures his most faithful follower on a bet.

    Everyone should read the Bible, if only to comprehend how utterly un-Christian most Christians are.


  • It’s not uncommon for sites and organizations to actively prompt for pronouns, which are labels. It’s generally accepted that minority groups can change their labels by group consensus - Redskins, to Indians, to American Indians, to Native Americans. Labels change, and this is accepted as a good thing, because identity is important to mental health.

    Where do you draw the line? At what point do you think it’s justified to deny someone the right to decide their own labels?

    Personally, I think it falls broadly under the paradox is tolerance, and there’s a point where someone is clearly just being contrarian. They resent self-labeling. But if someone consistently insists they’re vegan, at some point I have to ask: what gives me the right to insist they aren’t? If you go down the rabbit hole is insisting on dictionary definitions, you quickly get into a quagmire with things most of us agree on: many laws and dictionaries are wrong about their definitions of marriage, male, and female.

    I think it’s an interesting topic, although I suppose almost everybody has already made up their minds one way out the other on the topic, and are frankly tired; most people automatically see anyone debating it as pushing some agenda.

    But the paradox is tolerance is something I think progressives (liberals, the Left… that’s a whole different fight, on Lemmy) are still struggling with, and I’m interested in how we collectively resolve it. So when it comes up, I’m always interested in how people are thinking about this.

    Dogmatic? Morally superior? Angry that people are changing the meanings of words that clearly already have a meaning?

    Where does a person’s right to choose their labels (e.g., their pronouns, their identity) stop?








  • A good water bottle is a friend for life. We have a dozen in the cupboard:

    • several are plastic, mostly swag but a couple that are for bikes. They’re cheap, and one leaks from the lid, but I’m not going to buy another little, metal water bottle just for the bike. Plastic is mostly useless as they don’t keep liquids cool.
    • there are a few workout ones that are just tall cups with lids. Again, plastic; their one use is working out, because they don’t break or break things if they get dropped on the treadmill. I hate the lid mechanism.
    • there are a few metal ones; again, mostly swag. Two are actual thermoses with great insulation, but they’re relatively small (16 oz), and their sippy lids are clearly optimized for hot liquids the other metal ones have screw tops and are a PITA to use. In fact, one is my second most recent one, which I replaced because unscrewing the top in the middle of the night was fussy so I’d just leave the top off, except I kept knocking it over by fumbling for it in the dark, spoiling water all over the nightstand and carpet.
    • we have two glass ones, and one with an electric mixer base that I got for my wife for when she travels, so she can more easily have protein shakes in the morning. The glass ones are insulated and nice, but the tops don’t seal and you don’t want you drop them, so they just live in the cupboard.

    And then there’s my prize, the black widow. Isn’t she lovely? Oh, wait, sorry, wrong song.

    The one I have now, that has taken me decades to refine, is 1 liter - not too large, so it’s easy to carry around, but enough so a couple of refills a day are enough. It has a little handle to facilitate carrying. It’s metal, and robust. It’s vacuum insulated, so it keeps ice water cold all night. And it has a little sippy spout with a sprung button orifice so that when I knock it over it doesn’t leak. It’s the perfect water bottle, and it took me a couple decades of trial and error to refine my requirements for a water bottle: the size, the mechanism, the material.

    A water bottle that meets all of your specific use case needs really is wonderful; it’s a pleasure to use, is convenient, and by its nature encourages you to hydrate. Honestly, it’s one is those weirdly and unexpectedly useful things that you’d never expect to have as big an impact as it does, that you find yourself using more than any other single gadget you own.