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⁉️ Badakizu zer dagoen egunero erabiltzen dugun "hodeiaren" atzean?

✍️ Elkarrizketa honetan ikusiko dugu azpiegitura teknologikoen hedapenak eragin zuzena duela lurraldean, baliabideetan eta geure bizitzetan.

🚧 @tunubesecamirio kolektiboarekin hitz egin dugu, eta urari, lurrari eta justizia teknologikoari buruzko ezinbesteko galderak mahai gainean jarri ditugu.

👉 Zure hodeiak nire ibaia lehortzen du: digitala den horrek, lurraldea eta bizitza mehatxatzen dituenean etzi.pm/zure-hodeiak-nire-ibai…

in reply to Dabid 🍉

a ver si estos días podemos moverla en nuestra web enlazada y en más sitios.

Gracias a ti.
@tunubesecamirio @CorioPsicologia

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@fanta
Ha sido un placer 😀. Esperamos coincidir en siguientes viajes al norte.


There’s this place we walk by pretty regularly that’s semi-abandoned. The owner replaces parts when they fall off and there are lights at night, but the front and back have been left to return to nature. This chunk of land is worth ~$2.5M Canadian, so an odd situation. Anyhow, I enjoy watching the progress of the informal small-scale rewilding.

#Photography




DIY and understanding

"He [Jim Williams] taught us all that doing the work yourself gives you a far deeper understanding of the design than if you just toss a schematic to a hapless technician."

analog.com/media/en/technical-…

#analog #electronics




in reply to Meko #nowar

The image features three birds depicted against a white background. Two individual birds are shown above, and a pair is shown below. The bird on the left has a bright red chest and face, with a blue cap and back, and gray wings and tail. The bird on the right is mostly gray with a light colored chest and a brown face. Below the two individual birds, there is a pair of birds with similar markings to the bird on the left, facing each other.

The text in the image reads: "для тих, хто не знав :" (which translates to "for those who didn't know :"), "самець" (which translates to "male"), and "самка" (which translates to "female"). There are also representations of pine needles and red berries flanking the pair of birds at the bottom of the image.

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#presentacion me gusta pensar que el dibujo arquitectónico es el primer paso para proyectar un mundo compartido con avecinos. Por eso participo en @avecinas

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in reply to Howard Chu @ Symas

...adopted.👍 🤣
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Die Erkenntnis der Scheibe von Catania

The discovery of the disc of Catania

Photography Collage Selfie

Meister Jeder, Dadaist und Collagist 12/25
#dada #Collage #Photography #Selfie

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Blogue qui présente des gestes écocitoyens dans le domaine du logement, du jardinage, du transport et de l'énergie, du textile et de la mode, l'agriculture et l'alimentation, la santé et du bien-être, les technologies vertes, la finance responsable, ainsi que des références de livres, etc...

Plus: revolutionverte.fr

#blog #blogue #innovation #technologies #disruptif #journal #marketing #financier #finance #nature #naturel #Blois #Versailles #Rungis #Montpellier #Avignon #Toulouse #Toulon



After the U.S. imposed sanctions, YouTube took down over 700 videos from prominent Palestinian human rights groups. Rights advocates say this censorship goes beyond Palestine and affects the future of international justice and accountability. mondoweiss.net/2025/12/youtube…
in reply to Mondoweiss 🇵🇸

It is AS DANGEROUS AS FUCK having a madman wielding so much power that he can effectively blackmail the entire planet. The world needs to stand up to Trump. NOW.


Se o Francisco Buarque de Holanda e o Caetano Emanuel Viana Veloso, com 81 e 83 anos respectivamente, acreditam - quem sou eu pra ser conformado.

#politica

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arxiv.org/pdf/2512.09742

"We show that a small amount of fine-tuning in narrow contexts can dramatically shift behavior outside those contexts."

#ai #genai #chatgpt #openai #anthropic #google #meta #amazon #microsoft #nvidia



The racists are out, mostly from the older part of the community ... One lady "why do they let them in for"

I replied to her, "the same reason we let you in",.she is polish

An old guy "kick them all out" ... I replied to him "do I remember correctly that you migrated to Australia, so who is them?"

How easy they forget

Hugz & xXx

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I have to assume that the "them" they're asking about are "criminals", and the answer that I would be forced to give is "tradition".
in reply to Roknrol

@roknrol I'm going to bet it has more to do with skin tone than criminal record


Nudity - Cock

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Je viens de publier une nouvelle fiction interactive programmée en #FORTH :

farvardin.itch.io/voie-de-gara…

#ConFI2026 #SpeedIF #fictioninteractive

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Spoilers for The War Between the Land and the Sea episode 4

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Verso il Consiglio europeo
Italia, è ora di agire per una vera unione federale europea!
Sit-in a Roma, in piazza di Monte Citorio, mercoledì 17 Dicembre 2025 dalle ore 10
peacelink.it/europace/a/51002.…

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youtu.be/x44nantouf4
‼️🇫🇮A Leader From The North Steps Forward: President Stubb on Europes position with Trump, Ukraine negotiations (Buitenhof Media VIDEO) #Ukraine #Poland #Warsaw #Netherlands #Norway #Sweden #Estonia #Latvia #Lithuania #Paris #Rome #London #Berlin #Canada #Finland #Brussels #Denmark #Germany #France #Italy #OSCE #PACE #CoE #SouthKorea #Press #News #Taiwan #Media #Japan #US #UK #EU #NATO #UnitedStates #UnitedKingdom #EuropeanUnion #Czechia #Romania
#11yrInvasionOfUkraine

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The image shows the rear view of a dark-colored car parked on a city street at night. The car is positioned close to a building wall with visible windows and a street sign. A Christmas tree decorated with lights is to the right of the car, adding a festive element to the scene. The overall lighting is dim, with light sources illuminating the building windows and the tree. The license plate of the car is visible and reads “ДУРКА”.

The car appears to be a sedan, and its back windshield is slightly tinted. A small part of a person’s hand is visible in the bottom left corner, suggesting someone is in the driver’s seat. The building wall has a light beige color with vertical decorative elements. The street sign above the car has a white arrow pointing left. The Christmas tree is tall and slender, with a dense arrangement of lights.

Text: ДУРКА.

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Ein Paar Hände hält ein offenes Stickerbuch. Das Buch ist mit vielen Stickern und Text gefüllt. Auf der linken Seite sehen wir einige schwarze und weisse Bilder, die mit einem roten "resta" markiert sind. Auf der rechten Seite sind einige weitere Sticker und ein Text, der mit "Playlis" beginnt. Der Sticker in der Mitte hat eine Bildunterschrift mit drei Musiksymbolen: Herz, Wiedergabetaste und Übergebetaste. Im unteren Teil befindet sich ein Text, der mit "La muralla de la memoria de la comunidad" beginnt.

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RE: livellosegreto.it/@LaVi/115719…

Eh, magari.


Oggi, 14 dicembre 2025, ho spiaccicato al muro una zanzara, dopo che mi aveva punto.
Ma voi ve lo ricordate quando a dicembre nevicava? Ecco.



When I compose a post (woot), WAFRN shows the character count out of 300 character limit of Bluesky (I have enabled Bluesky federation). What happens for posts longer than 300 characters? Do they not federate with Bluesky?

Or is it that everything in the post above 300 characters is not visible to Bluesky users?

Mastodon, for example, also has a 500 character limit, but posts longer than 500 characters from WAFRN or GoToSocial do federate with Mastodon, and can be seen entirely on Mastodon with the "Read more" option. Does this not happen with Bluesky?

If someone writes a Facebook-like or Tumblr-like application on ATProto, would longer-than-300-character-posts from those applications not federate with Bluesky? Or not be entirely visible from Bluesky?

#ActivityPub#ATProto#ATmosphere#WAFRN#Bluesky#Mastodon

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[La Horde] "Fachorama : polémique la police"
lahorde.info/Fachorama-polemiq…


evolving for millions of years just so i can post dick jokes on the internet


Cosy looking houseboats on a winter night flickr.com/photos/woolamaloo_g…

#Edinburgh #Edimbourg #photography #photographie #NightPhotography #EdinburghByNight #UnionCanal #Fountainbridge #UrbanNight #LongExposure






when we're emprexx of the galaxy the only public figures allowed to namesearch themselves on social media will be chuck tingle and muntadhar al-zaidi because theyre the only two people who aren't sealions about it


Ich bin in den letzten zwei Jahren in zwei Unfällen verwickelt gewesen.

Das wirklich Positive: in beiden Fällen hat jeder zuerst geguckt, wie es dem Anderen geht. Gestern sah das Auto, welches hinten in unseres geknallt ist, vorn ziemlich zerknautscht aus. Als ich dorthin ging, kam ein Mann heraus und fragte "Are you OK?", und als er sagte, er müsse nach Bacchus Marsh (50-100km weg) dachten wir, ob wir ihm helfen können.

Der Airbag hat ihm vermutlich das Leben gerettet.

in reply to petros

@petros Da ich zwei Menschen kenne, die bei Autounfällen ums Leben kamen, möchte ich gerne glauben, dass in der Mehrheit der Unfälle immer das erste Augenmerk der Beteiligten ist, ob andere körperlich zu Schaden kamen. Schäden an den Fahrzeugen sind ärgerlich, lassen sich aber immer leichter wiederherstellen als Gesundheit.

Gut, dass euch und ihm nichts passiert ist.



"...Kanada sucht nach neuen Abnehmern für seltene Erden ..."

Das Fiasko mit dem ruzzischen Gas müßte doch ein Augenöffner gewesen sein, oder? Wir hier in Europa haben genug Bedarf an diesen Rohstoffen im heimischen Markt! Entwickeln wir diesen Markt unter europäisch-kanadischen Bedingungen, ohne Sklavenarbeit aus China oder sonstwo her!

msn.com/de-de/finanzen/top-sto…

#eu #europe #europa #europeresists #vonderleyen #demokratie #demokratieverteidigen #kanada #cdu #csu #spd #gruene #linke @EUCouncil @Bundesregierung @bundestag @EUCommission @cdu @spd @GrueneBundestag @dielinke



Le prossime eclissi totali di Sole: dove e quando vederle (meglio prenotare ora)

🔭 pubblicato sul gruppo astronomia: @astronomia@diggita.com

#eclissi #astronomia #sole #luna

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L'immagine mostra quattro rappresentazioni stilizzate della Terra impilate verticalmente, una sopra l'altra. Ogni Terra presenta una linea curva scura che la attraversa, presumibilmente a rappresentare il percorso di un'eclissi. Sulla mappa più alta è scritto "April 2024". Le mappe successive sono etichettate come "Aug. 2026", "Aug. 2027" e "July 2028". Sotto la mappa più bassa è scritto "Nov. 2030". Il percorso dell'eclissi su ogni Terra è contrassegnato con il testo "TOTAL ECLIPSE". I nomi dei paesi sono presenti su ogni Terra, tra cui Russia, Spagna, Algeria, Egitto, Arabia Saudita, Indonesia, Australia, Sud Africa e Nuova Zelanda.

April 2024
Aug. 2026
Aug. 2027
July 2028
Nov. 2030
TOTAL ECLIPSE

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The crackdown is vast, the stakes could hardly be higher, and the response from Chicagoans has been profound and far-reaching. trib.al/0xM3YT4


“Do I have any questions about the company and the role? Yes!

“A promising startup is run by Engineering, a growing startup is is run by Product, a declining startup is run by Finance, and a dying startup is run by Legal. So:

“Who *really* calls the shots around here?”



I'm not sure which of our children was last in this bath, but the configuration in which they've left their toys makes me feel as though I'm the subject of some kind of waterfowl-related shunning.

Perhaps they finally got wind or my heretical opinions on the God of Ducks (may he throw us bread) and they've collectively decided to disassociate from me?

#note #ducks #religion #bathroom #children #parenting #bread #photo

Via: 🔗 danq.me/2025/12/14/duck-shunni…





Ho un vecchio hard disk esterno trovato in fondo ad un cassetto, neppure mi ricordavo cosa ci avevo messo. Lo collego al computer ma non lo legge, allora uso TestDisk e riesco a recuperare una miriade di fotografie che mi ero persino dimenticato di aver fatto, tipo questa di una maschera veneziana risalente a ben 14 anni fa.


What do you think ogres keep in their little pouches and flasks?
in reply to UESP

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someone wrote "ai slop =(" on a train station advertisement for what as far as i could tell were regular shoes. perhaps it was the ad, but ads were already insults to human dignity meant to distort your perception of reality and modify your behavior well before the invention of ai slop so I'm a little confused as to which particular thing they were talking issue with here

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in reply to maco

an ad of this nature was already hollow and repulsive though
in reply to aeva

or do you mean that it's like, rather than having a guy come by every day and empty a dump truck full of [something appropriately repulsive and/or hazardous] onto my lawn, now a machine is doing it for free, thus putting the person who previously poured hundreds of thousands of gallons of [something appropriately repulsive and/or hazardous] onto my lawn out of work?
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“How did it feel for the man who built a home, only to watch it turn to the rubble? How does a farmer stand before the land he tended year after year, now lying barren—no scent of soil, no whisper of harvest? How does a father tell his son the school he loved is gone, that the garden where he played is now only a rumor in the rubble? How does a mother walk through the ghost of a playground, finding a small shoe, a torn notebook, a toy she once mended? How do neighbors look at one another, wordless, knowing the world they shared has vanished?

I stood among the ruins, breath caught in my chest, searching for any trace of what once was. I felt the ache in every stone, every corner, every fragment of memory. But beneath it, I sensed something small and unbroken: my own heart, still beating. And a faint, stubborn light—a quiet voice within: I am still here. I can still walk. I can still love this life, despite everything.

I am Aseel, a writer from Gaza, living amid genocide and famine. Your support can help my family survive.
https://chuffed.org/project/138285-help-sehwel-family-with-their-medical-treatment”

@Aseelsehwel, blog.gaza.onl/aseelsehwel/two-…

#AseelSehwel #Gaza #Palestine #author #witness #survivor #israel #genocide


Two years had passed since my feet last touched the ground of Salah Al-Din...


Two years had passed since my feet last touched the ground of Salah Al-Din Street—the street I knew as well as the faces of my own family. It was once a quiet, familiar place, brimming with life: small houses leaning into one another, their windows open to the sound of children’s laughter, green fields stretching along its sides like a carpet of hope, and olive and palm trees that seemed to whisper, “Everything will remain.”

Small, shimmering memories welled up inside me: laughter shared with friends under dappled shadows along the road, children chasing light-hearted dreams without fear, the scent of wild sage and warm za’atar manaqeesh drifting from open windows, and the call of the morning vendor, whose voice seemed to wake the street itself. I remembered the smell of lemon trees from hidden gardens, and summer evenings when families gathered outside their homes, sharing stories as dusk fell. Each of these details shone in my memory like a truth. A whole world lived here… a world that never imagined it could be uprooted.

The walk I imagined was short in distance but immense in weight—a journey not across a city, but across years of silence. Though I still lived within its orbit, the street itself had become a ghost limb: a part of me I could no longer feel, yet whose absence ached. With every step, I hoped to feel the familiar texture of memory return beneath my feet, to hear the faint pulse of the life that had once hummed there.

But when I finally arrived, the dream collapsed in a single moment. All that lay before me was rubble stripped of spirit, ash that had swallowed every color, a life erased by death. The houses were gone as if they had never been, the green fields ripped away, the trees torn out by their roots, and the earth that once promised hope had hardened into a silence that knew no mercy.

In the heart of the wreckage, names were written on the ruins—the names of martyrs buried without grace. Many of the rescue machines had been destroyed in the bombardment, leaving rescue teams with too few tools to reach those trapped beneath the rubble. Bodies remained beneath the debris, lives cut short, dreams left incomplete… And scattered among the stones: small shoes like broken butterflies, school notebooks open to sentences frozen mid-word, dolls torn without remorse. Everything here cried out mutely—a life interrupted, dreams shattered before their shape could be seen. The silence itself had grown loud, a scream of pain that no one else heard, every stone holding a story untold, a life un-lived. That silence felt heavier than death… heavier than any tear that could be shed.

How did it feel for the man who built a home, only to watch it turn to the rubble? How does a farmer stand before the land he tended year after year, now lying barren—no scent of soil, no whisper of harvest? How does a father tell his son the school he loved is gone, that the garden where he played is now only a rumor in the rubble? How does a mother walk through the ghost of a playground, finding a small shoe, a torn notebook, a toy she once mended? How do neighbors look at one another, wordless, knowing the world they shared has vanished?

And all of it wrapped in a thick, soundless vacuum—no laughter, no running feet, no vendor’s call, no fragrance of coffee greeting the dawn. Everything was quiet. Empty.

And yet—from within the ruin surrounding me, a fragile, honest question rose: After all this waiting… after all this breaking… can the soul survive? Can a heart that has seen such devastation ever beat lightly again? Can this street, even now, whisper: Come back. There is still a place for you here?

I stood among the ruins, breath caught in my chest, searching for any trace of what once was. I felt the ache in every stone, every corner, every fragment of memory. But beneath it, I sensed something small and unbroken: my own heart, still beating. And a faint, stubborn light—a quiet voice within: I am still here. I can still walk. I can still love this life, despite everything.

Perhaps the street will never return as it was. Perhaps the houses will not be rebuilt, nor the trees grow tall again. But I will go on. I will walk through the wreckage, carrying memory, carrying grief, carrying hope. I will look for signs that life persists—a child’s fleeting smile, an olive leaf pressed in dust, a ray of sun finding its way through broken walls. Just one thing matters—the quiet certainty that my heart still beats with this land, and that life, even now, is worth living.

I am Aseel, a writer from Gaza, living amid genocide and famine. Your support can help my family survive.chuffed.org/project/138285-hel…


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