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Today, Kenny plays and conducts #Mustonen #Strozzi #Bach and #Vivaldi in San Francisco worldconcerthall.com/en/schedu… #wch


💾 Halfway through #EverythingForEveryone and Ch5 has way too much in common with the Handmaid's Tale.

Why is it that when Americans imagine a dystopia, the religion is always hypersexist, hyperwhite and hyperqueerphobic? Why is it never, say, only queerphobic but multicultural and respectful of women, but super anti-finance?

Are these authors afraid that if it's not a 1:1 condemnation of the CURRENT status quo, it won't become popular? What's the point of speculating then?

#Solarpunk #Books




#sondaggio di un certo spessore...

Avete uno o più parenti suora/prete?

Anche scelta multipla, anche risposte "dettagliate".

🔁 condivisione gradita

  • Fratelli (3%, 1 vote)
  • Zii (25%, 7 votes)
  • Prozii (42%, 12 votes)
  • Avi di cui siete a conoscenza (39%, 11 votes)
28 voters. Poll end: 2 giorni fa

in reply to silvia

@esilvia @NicholasLaney
Fortunatamente la Puglia è lunga circa 400km, vuoi che sia proprio delle parti dei miei ascendenti?
in reply to Alberto

@NicholasLaney
Eh, non so esattamente di dov'è.
Posso dire che è biondo ( ora bianco..) e ha gli occhi azzurri.
E pronuncia "bene" con la prima e stretta...


Corsa dei Babbi Natale: a Pont-Saint-Martin più di 200 per la quinta edizione della manifestazione. Il ricavato sarà devoluto al Centro donne contro la violenza di Aosta

Come fa Babbo Natale a consegnare tutti i regali in una sola notte? Una possibile risposta è che non ne esista uno solo, ma tantissimi, molti dei quali si allenano a Pont-Saint-Martin. I Santa Claus si ritrovano in Piazza 4 novembre, da dove partono per un giro assolutamente non competitivo per le strade cittadine.

Organizzata dall'associazione commercianti e artigiani di Pont-Saint-Martin e giunta alla quinta edizione, la corsa ha scopo benefico. In particolare quest'anno la quota verrà donata integralmente al Centro Donne contro la violenza di Aosta, per la quale sono stati raccolti in totale mille euro.

Interviste ad alcuni partecipanti e a Christian Bordet, presidente dell'Associazione commercianti e artigiani di Pont-Saint-Martin.

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@Valle d'Aosta

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Maik (maik.io): Bündel leuchtend orangefarbener Beeren maik.io/notes/2025-12-14-buend…

#Blog

#blog


A one day delay due to the week's weather, but our #oddBunch order just received.

Fun to see the monster carrots! Have never had one of those ur carrots before, but I see them all the time in Japan-based media. Cool.

Better batch this week. Last week was a bit thin, though likely still a good value.

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in reply to Ross of Ottawa

the giant carrots were good, i made a giant hummus to dip them in!




You know, I sometimes wonder:

Feel #birds itchy _all the time_?

youtube.com/watch?v=f67siEBwIc…

in reply to Jürgen Hubert

having owned several parrots, and helped socialize several dozen more - all birds enjoy scritches in areas that are hard for them to preen by themselves.
In the wild, their mates or siblings will typically do this for them.
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De eerste vraag in de beslisboom bij het jaarlijkse overstap-circus van zorgverzekeraars zou moeten zijn (als je een overstap überhaupt overweegt): “Maken ze reclame?”
- Ja -> dan valt deze verzekeraar af wegens lekkage van budget voor zorg naar reclame.
- Nee -> valt te overwegen, ga verder met vergelijken.

Realiseer je daarbij dat vergelijkingssites betaald krijgen door firma’s om vergeleken te worden. Dus niet op vergelijkingssite is: ✅

Tip: DSW

#Zorgverzekeringen
#Overstappen
#Reclame

in reply to Kees Noome

Ja, ik blijf ook gewoon bij #DSW. Geen gezeik en geen reclame.
#dsw




Cercador de la Veritat – Bager Nûjiyan
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"Estem escrivint aquest fulletó a la tardor, una estació de canvi i l’estació preferida de Şehîd1 Bager Nûjiyan. Una època antiga s’està acabant per deixar pas a una de nova. Şehîd Bager va caure màrtir el 14 de desembre de 2018 a les Zones de Defensa de Medya degut a un atac de dron de […]"


Su Netflix sto guardando la serie Dark winds, ambientata nella riserva Navajo e per un (ex) fedele lettore di Tex Willer è un po' come essere a casa.

Apprezzo il tenente Leaphorn della polizia tribale, l'ambientazione, i paesaggi e, non ultimo, i riferimenti alla cultura Navajo che integrano il tutto.



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#Netanyahu critica l'#Australia: "riconoscere lo stato di Palestina fomenta l'odio anti-ebraico". Sicuro sicuro che tu e il tuo governo invece no?
in reply to giga 🔻

poteva anche dire che quell'attacco è stato fomentato da riconoscimenti della Palestina passati


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…




Belgique : Un rapport dénonce la corruption, le favoritisme, les pressions et les ingérences à la police judiciaire fédérale

secoursrouge.org/belgique-un-r…
"Une enquête "Corespo Corruption DGJ" (pour "Corporate Responsability of Police") a été réalisée par le service Intégrité, lui-même intégré au sein du commissariat général de la police fédérale. Les résultats sont



#1135 Cheryl Straffon (ed) - Meyn Mamvro: Ancient Stones and Sacred Sites in Cornwall - No 40, Autumn 1999. Meyn Mamvro, St Just.

#CherylStraffon #MeynMamvro #EarthMysteries #Archaeology #Cornwall #Kernow #BookOfTheDay







Old Facebook Stories, Found 📂

Think your Facebook stories are gone after 24 hours? They’re not. Learn how to quickly find and view your old stories using the Story Archive—private, simple, and just a few taps away.

#Facebook #StoryArchive #SocialMedia #DigitalMemories #Technology #HowTo

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#AI is a power amplifier. The future depends on who turns the dials.

In “Rewiring Democracy,” Bruce Schneier and Nathan Sanders explore how AI could strengthen democracy or undermine it.

bigthink.com/books/rewiring-de…

#Tech #Innovation



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I regret to inform you all that the official Vimto social media accounts are advertising having hot Vimto with milk. Is this a thing?? It doesn’t seem like it should be a thing

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A f*ck*ng ridiculous,
ill-considered and Victorian,
pseudo-science based,
load of claptrap.

Eventually, when the #ukgovernment comes back to the twenty-first century, they will see the stupidity of their ways.

Most of the public loos have been closed anyway,
so we have to use the bushes already in lesser Britain.
The country stinks.

#inequality

theguardian.com/society/2025/d…



Al Teatro Trastevere “Te l’avrei detto”

In scena dal 27 dicembre al 4 gennaio 2026 [.....]

teatro.gaiaitalia.com/2025/12/…



Locos por Linux en vivo! (Domingo 14-12-2025)
youtube.com/watch?v=qRMUNoQ7hZ…


#Creativity returns when the brain feels safe enough to wander.

This was a morning gut punch of truth.



Japan baut eigene "CIA" mit Hilfe der USA auf de.rt.com/asien/264467-japan-b… Japanische Geheimdiensttätigkeiten waren in den letzten Jahrzehnten nicht besonders effektiv. Zum ersten Mal in der Geschichte soll das Land einen großen eigenständigen Geheimdienst, quasi eine "japanische CIA", erhalten. Die neue Struktur wird die russischen Geheimdienste vor eine echte Herausforderung stellen. #news #press


Der nächste Anschlag: Wir haben ein erhebliches Problem mit Islamisten sciencefiles.org/2025/12/14/de… Islamisten bezeichnen eine Gruppierung innerhalb des Islam, die in aggressiver Weise und ohne Rücksicht auf die Leben von „Ungläubigen“, ihre Vorstellungen von in der Regel einem Kalifat durchzusetzen, versuchen. Extremisten, die gewöhnlich im Terrorismus enden und die seit Jahrzehnten für viele blutige […] #news
#News

in reply to DonnerBella

Ein Glas steht auf einer Holzoberfläche. Das Glas hat eine breite, flache Form und eine helle, möglicherweise metallische Innenseite. Im Glas befinden sich fünf Eiswürfel in einer Flüssigkeit. Die Flüssigkeit erscheint dunkel, möglicherweise blau oder violett. Die Innenseite des Glases ist mit einem Muster beschriftet, das „VII“ zu sein scheint.

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Seven swans to rule them all
Six geese to find them.
Five rings to bring them all,
And in the pear tree
Bind them.

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