Interesting. What did you listen to in your 30’s? Do you remember it as vividly as you do the music you listened to in your teenage years? Can you sing along the same way? How will the music you listen to now compare when you’re in your 50’s?

Not saying the music is objectively better or suitable for all points in life. Just pointing to studies saying teenagers have a huge emotional response to music. IIRC there have been studies showing dementia patients kind of wake up when you start playing music they listened to in their teens.

It’s “better = more suitable here and now” vs “better = more impactful” I guess.

The best songs we’ve ever heard are the ones we listened to as teenagers. You’ll never get a dopamine rush like that again.

https://slate.com/technology/2014/08/musical-nostalgia-the-psychology-and-neuroscience-for-song-preference-and-the-reminiscence-bump.html

Brain imaging studies show that our favorite songs stimulate the brain’s pleasure circuit, which releases an influx of dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, and other neurochemicals that make us feel good. The more we like a song, the more we get treated to neurochemical bliss, flooding our brains with some of the same neurotransmitters that cocaine chases after.

Music lights these sparks of neural activity in everybody. But in young people, the spark turns into a fireworks show. Between the ages of 12 and 22, our brains undergo rapid neurological development—and the music we love during that decade seems to get wired into our lobes for good.

…So if you use your hands to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, you won’t get an ambulance?

Also: beating the potatoes with an electric mixer because you’re too lazy to mash them will produce a glue-like consistency. Don’t do that.

(Michael if you ever read this, please know that your cooking fucking sucks.)

In Eternity, you just go to Settings -> Post Filter.

And even worse, using personal pronouns exclusively in subject form, e.g. “till han” (“to he”) instead of in object form where suitable, e.g. “till honom” (“to him”).

1. Chunks of teflon are getting in your food
2. The aluminium underneath, which was protected by the teflon, is getting into your food (especially true with acidic foods, since they will react with aluminium and erode it).

“Ubuntu a granel” means “Free of charge” in Kinyarwanda (according to Google Translate).

Edit to add: It’s spoken in Rwanda.

See also https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ubuntu_philosophy

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Question still stands: who tf greenlit this? No chance they don’t know the other connotations

I actually encoutered this the other day.

Me: “Yeah I need reliability for work and sometimes I just don’t have time to repair stuff. Last time I was on rolling release some update fucked my system right before an important deadline”

Other person: “It wOn’T bReAk If YoU UndErStANd iT”

._.

Anyway stable is awesome

In Thunar it’s just right-click and “Open as root”

I really like Thunar

“R.:” looks like an abbreviated form of “Reply:”/“Response:” but since “History” isn’t abbreviated it just looks like a typo to me.

Oh I was just joking :)

How are you going to speak to it without revealing any information though? It now knows you need legal advice.

Catch 22: give ChatGPT your data, then try to delete your ChatGPT account using ChatGPT

In Emacs, you are the IDE

Obligatory Emacs

Hah. That reminds me of the time when I was a kid we went to a Chinese restaurant. We were from a rural area and visiting a city, so this did not happen too often. We get the menues, decide on what to order etc etc. The waitress comes over, takes our orders and recites them while writing them down. Thing is she has a really heavy accent and recites “fried shrimp with rice” as “flied slimp with lice”.

My stepfather is trying to keep a straight face but just can’t hold it in. He’s squirming, red-faced, and tries to hide behind his menu while the waitress keeps reciting the orders. He then excuses himself to the restroom and you can hear him giggle all the way there, then full-out laugh in the echoes of the tile walls.

It doesn’t end there though. During dinner we start discussing where to buy chopsticks (we’d never seen them in stores and internet shopping wasn’t a thing yet) so when the waitress comes around to ask how we like the food my stepfather (still trying to keep the giggles in) asks where to buy them. He then blurts out “can I buy these?”, waving the sticks in his hand.

“You want to buy the sticks???” The look on her face was priceless. Utter shock and disbelief. But sure enough, they gave us a pair each when paying the note.

Holy mother of cringe I’m still embarrassed over this event.

That’s really nice to hear, I’m glad you liked it!