What’s your search engine alternative to Google?
Mine is https://duckduckgo.com/ :)
September 2011
9 posts
Diaspora, anyone?
Diaspora: Share what you want, with who you want.
Diaspora is an Open-Software project started by four students at NYU’s Courant Institute with the objectives of decentralizing human communication on the web; giving people full control and ownership of their data and, at the same time, be a secure and privacy aware distributed social network.
Diaspora’s code was released on github last year and since then the project has been picked up by developers, backers and friends around the world who have turned it into more than a network of networks: a community.
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- If you are in Diaspora let me know your address so I can add you.
- If you want to be in Diaspora you can already join one or more of the pods available. One of them is diasp.org - but if you want an invite to the official project’s pod I can send you one. Just give me your email address in the ask box. :)
“One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.” ~ Bertrand Russell”
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What are you talking about, Russel? My work IS important! :B
/eloisa in denial
ThanksForTeaching.Us: Ivone (R.I.P.) →
thanksforteaching.us
Thanks for telling me Anthropology was “my face” back then. With that simple phrase you reassured my beliefs about myself and taught me about self-confidence, which was what I needed to pursue my not-really-fit (economically) life choice. :,) P.S.: Thanks for also teaching me when to properly use…
**Caution - Wet Floor**
I never stood a chance.
My lower extremities perform,
faced with the slipperiness of it all.
The crowd expects a fall
for the Grand Finale. Satisfaction ensues.
My lower limbs end the dance with a plié
and I feel equilibrium
abandoning my company.
The floor is merciless -
as always. It hits me
with the force of gravity
and my weight
combined. Math isn’t an ally.
The impact leaves a wound and I lick it.
It’s bittersweet. It smells
like alcohol.
I was offered
a different kind of inebriation
that night: an Eau de Cologne composed
of delight with a top note of injury.
I learned to use it every day
and to be eager for it.
The sum of all the caution signs in the world
couldn’t have prepared me for this love.
- By: Eloísa Valdes; May, 2010.
#poetry #poem #love #caution #inebriation #injury
A Modern Sexual-Assault Tale
- Man: Hello, I'd like to report a mugging.
- Officer: A mugging, eh? Where did it take place?
- Man: I was walking by 21st and Dundritch Street and a man pulled out a gun and said, "Give me all your money."
- Officer: And did you?
- Man: Yes, I co-operated.
- Officer: So you willingly gave the man your money without fighting back, calling for help or trying to escape?
- Man: Well, yes, but I was terrified. I thought he was going to kill me!
- Officer: Mmm. But you did co-operate with him. And I've been informed that you're quite a philanthropist, too.
- Man: I give to charity, yes.
- Officer: So you like to give money away. You make a habit of giving money away.
- Man: What does that have to do with this situation?
- Officer: You knowingly walked down Dundritch Street in your suit when everyone knows you like to give away money, and then you didn't fight back. It sounds like you gave money to someone, but now you're having after-donation regret. Tell me, do you really want to ruin his life because of your mistake?
- Man: This is ridiculous!
- Officer: This is a rape analogy. This is what women face every single day when they try to bring their rapists to justice.
- Man: Fuck the patriarchy.
- Officer: Word.
