My open mic was cancelled so I'll leave this here, it's apparently a previously unpublished poem from the Caltech archives by Feynman on wine.
(Which seemed weird since all the people I know who did "nuclear stuff" stuck to beer or hard liquor when getting drunk enough to attempt poetry -- you can't do it all, pick a lane.)
I will go back and edit if the formatting is messed up, and if anyone wants the .ODT I made reproducing his strikethroughs, capitalizations, and underlines, email DJBRUTAL@PROTON.ME
(You can have the original PDF scan too, if you desire.)
Feynam’s Wine Poem
Box 39, Folder 9
[page 1]
A poet once said,
“The whole universe
is in a glass of wine.”
We shall never know
in what sense *he* meant it
for poets do not write to be understood,
but it *is* true that if you look at a glass of wine closely enough
you will see the entire universe.
There, are the things of physics
the twisting liquid, the reflection in the glass
and our imagination adds the atoms.
It evaporates depending on the wind and weather.
The glass is a distillation of the earth’s rocks.
And in its composition, is
as we has seen,
the secret of the universe’s age -
and a story of the evolution of the star.
What strange array of chemicals
*are* in the wine. How did *they* come to be?
There are the ferments, enzymes, the substantial and the products
and there in the wine was found
[page 2]
the great question:
“all life is fermentation”
Now you can discover the chemistry of wine
without discovering, as did Pasteur
the cause of much disease.
How vivid is the claret,
pressing its existence into the consciousness that watches it.
And if our small minds, for some convenience
divides this glass of wine, this universe
into parts – to purpose, biology, geology, astronomy psychology and all
Remember nature doesn’t know it
so we should put it back together
and not forget, at last, what it is in for.
let it give one final pleasure more
drink it up and forget about it all.
Edit 1: Ok no bold, underline, or strikethrough? Womp womp
Edit 2: Ok... removed soon forget it prior to "put it back together" and "go to sleep" prior to "forget about it all" -- both were struck out in the original.
I tend to write scripts for things that through off my flow state in the past -- generating a secure passphrase, changing my MAC address, running a series of perfectly legal nmap scans, spitting out the list of wordpress usernames on a blog of dubious origins, quickly decoding simple ciphers like ROT13 (or rot... whatever) and a few others I won't list out in public.
The "project" is never the code, in an app sense, but more... speeding up OSINT, for lack of a better phrasing. Getting things to a point where if they haven't patched, it's more of a moral decision: do I want to go into your computer?
Do I want to everything but cross that line?
And if so, how do I walk right up to it as quickly as possible without getting... throttled.
So for me, it's about what I want to know, and what the barriers other than the law are to getting it.
Your methods may vary. (No pun intended.)
So uh... IMHO, keep a dot ODS spreadsheet or text document, with a strong password or passphrase, and journal / data keep in there.
Libreoffice uses strong encryption, so on computers like MacOS it's easier to install and use than Veracrypt, which needs FUSE. You can do fun hacks like make the password a hash of a few words or a serial number, designed to be forgotten if lost or ununused. Fail safe, fail stupid is my motton :-)
because Obama did a terrible job at diplomacy during his tenure whenever it wasn't a hot button issue, letting china snap up mineral rights in addition to build a bunch of dams and shit that fall apart via Belt and Road, like a boomer's Ryan Home that has the furnace blow out after years of flooding and leaves them sleeping in sleeping bags like their ancestors had to fresh off the boat from Italy or Poland or... wherever.
All the people I stayed on the platform for have moved on, so I posted until I banned like it was Gamefaqs in the 2000s, minus the repeated returns.
(Forever grateful I saw Paris before Instagram got cucked by Zuck.)
There's a sort of person who accumulates a few famous mutuals and does Myspace esque games to gain reach, and I'm forever grateful Mastadon's model forces them offline.
I had mine call me up repeatedly, to the point I was evicted due to nonpayment of rent because I regressed to a depression I hadn't had since my grandfather died, my mother had cancer, and my dad would threaten to have me sent to a now close facility to be raped by [insert racial slur here] if I wasn't sufficiently deferential to his tantrums.
I'm typing this post on a laptop I was never able to replace because when I escaped the above, I was laid off by the last in a string of so called nonprofits.
Fuck landlords -- social media is not play. You can adopt a handle, to avoid the sorts of issues that arise when someone attaches their name to a post in an intimatry way, or to avoid persecution by those with power -- but there is no play here.
If you, as an adult, go out onto the internet to bully and harass those you are supposed to give quiet enjoyment, you deserve to end up in the ground with Jeffrey Epstein and Jean Luc Brunel.
Now, even under full blown communism you'd have had someone managing the apartments -- who is in what unit, what needs fixed... but this is more of a role where one serves as a custodian of a public good.
People who do stupid things like... try to key into their tenant's apartment and glare when they're on the phone with Google doing an interview deserve the terror that I saw in the eyes of mine every time he gave a wide berth in the hall that I might invoke stand your ground if he so much
I'm oversharing, but I don't care -- having someone interfere with my job searh, with my quiet enjoyment, the same moment my family withdrew support bevcause I refused to be an unpaid caregiver to unrepentant child abusers turn me into a cold man who you might not recognize if you knew me as the straight edge nerd who used to read Mad Magazine in the corner.
"Fuck around, find out." as the kids say.
This is not a play, this is not a TV show nor a movie -- this is real life.
> to the point I was evicted due to nonpayment of rent because I regressed to a depression I hadn't had since my grandfather died, my mother had cancer, and my dad would threaten to have me sent to a now close facility to be raped by [insert racial slur here] if I wasn't sufficiently deferential to his tantrums.
No, you were evicted due to nonpayment. The rest are excuses you have made up.
> Fuck landlords
You are a bum who steals the resources of others, who blames their misfortunes on others which are self-inflicted. I do think that no one, including you, deserves abuse from those around them (including your family. With that said, your being evicted does seem completely deserved -- which is a sentence I never thought I'd write.
> I'm oversharing, but I don't care -- having someone interfere with my job searh, with my quiet enjoyment, the same moment my family withdrew support bevcause I refused to be an unpaid caregiver to unrepentant child abusers turn me into a cold man who you might not recognize if you knew me as the straight edge nerd who used to read Mad Magazine in the corner.
You aren't a "cold man" you are a coward with delusions of grandeur whining that your family won't subsidize your unemployment and extended adolescence. You aren't a "straight edge nerd" you are an ADULT and you ought to act like one. But you won't because you'd rather throw childish tantrums and harangue the family that is the only reason you aren't dead on the street right now.
For goodness sake, you're almost 40. Don't you have any shame for lacking a career never mind savings and a family? There's nothing wrong with being considered a conventional failure as a man if you have other value structures you could perceive worth inside of, but I don't really think that's where you're operating inside of.
I think you are really, really fortunate that you have such an accommodating family. Really fortunate. If they cut off their spoiled brat of a child (you), you're going to be in for quite a nasty surprise.
"Our systems have detected unusual traffic from your computer network. This page checks to see if it's really you sending the requests, and not a robot."
I'm not a robot.
Does this list a literal cancellaion date, or just the date Louis got "me too"ed?
A screenshot or copy of what is behind this error would be useful, as I'm using Tor[1] while I conduct my daily OSINT... I value how each stream gets a different IP... no VPN achieves that.
PS: If anyone from Duckduckgo can see this, I just filed a feedback request years later AGAIN asking you to not serve up revenge porn when I search for material on anonbib. With a B. A very simple, reasonable request, which paired with your refusal to hire me as a privacy engineer looks weirder and weirder by the day.
earn respect rather than gatekeep access to whatever will lift them out of precarity and/or realize their dreams.
too many "mentors" are narcicists who want someone to fuel them with enough narcicistic supply to "earn" things like referrals to non-abusive companies/teams that should be freely given.
by this point, i look askance at formal mentorship -- just be an ally, a friend -- turn to he person next to you and speak like they're your brother or sister.
(yes, this means you can never "date" them -- so goddamn tired of people conflating that and networking)
And when I die, remember you'd have more of it if your lawyers were not so evil the idea of setting up a key escrow was off the table because of what they did last summer(s).
(Notice how I don't jump in to snarkily tell you it's "advice" because I can tell this is not your first language, and you're getting your point across so it would just distract, not educate? People like me are rare, and when we leave, it's more than just population that Appalachia loses.)
a true osint account shouldn't post or like but people abuse the spirit of the term OSINT who have never taken an anthropology course.
had i not dropped out of my phd, one committee member would have been an anthropologist, one a computer scientist, one a behavioral economist.
you can't interfere in the populations you are studying, it is why i chose to not renew my irb, create a new handle, and explicitly write "personal account" on the twitter i maintained from 2016 to approximately 2020
(Which seemed weird since all the people I know who did "nuclear stuff" stuck to beer or hard liquor when getting drunk enough to attempt poetry -- you can't do it all, pick a lane.)
I will go back and edit if the formatting is messed up, and if anyone wants the .ODT I made reproducing his strikethroughs, capitalizations, and underlines, email DJBRUTAL@PROTON.ME
(You can have the original PDF scan too, if you desire.)
Feynam’s Wine Poem
Box 39, Folder 9
[page 1]
[page 2] Edit 1: Ok no bold, underline, or strikethrough? Womp wompEdit 2: Ok... removed soon forget it prior to "put it back together" and "go to sleep" prior to "forget about it all" -- both were struck out in the original.