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a bunch of archives of incredibly important government datasets like maternal mortality statistics are about to be deleted forever. in a regime where they're known to fudge numbers, we can't trust a lot of the data coming from them to not be altered. open source backups like those found on data.world are vital to being able to verify that the data coming from our government is still intact and not altered. and they're about to delete all of it.

i don't know if we need to start a petition or what. nobody seems to fucking care. there are millions of users on data.world and yet nobody is raising the alarm bells and it makes me feel like I'm going insane. somebody needs to do something. i don't know what to do. it feels like more and more of this world is being destroyed and dismantled. it's not only US centric data, either! it's all sorts of countries from around the world! and they're about to fucking delete everything.

the only things that won't be deleted are private companies who happen to use the paid version of their platform (which isn't accessible data to the open source community; some people have just been using their service to host their own data on privately)

and the kicker? this announcement was made... via an AI generated blog post. so not even any sort of human touch. just a generic, soulless announcement made by a soulless human about to take a wrecking ball to one of the more important websites that exists on the internet.

an example of some of the things that will be deleted on July 11th:

Even in the house it was LOUD.  Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval.  You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off.  It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks.  People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit.  It did.  Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that.  People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

Faramir gives Éowyn a ring with a sea-blue gem of Dol Amroth that belonged once to his mother Finduilas. It is a strange jewel that shifts in color depending on the nature of light that it reflects. In bright sunlight it shines greenish turquoise, like the clear water below the quays of Dol Amroth in summer. In cloudy weather it becomes silver-gray as the sea in a storm, and in candlelight it looks almost purple, in the way that the ocean reflects the violet shades of coming night.

Faramir gives this ring to his bride-to-be out of love for his mother and her people and as a symbol of renewal of the joy of his house. Yet to Éowyn it takes on different meaning: child of the plains she knows little of the moods of the sea, and instead to her the stone is one of air and wind and sky. All her life she has stared upward at it, wide and arcing. She knows its patterns and habits. When the gem sparkles bright blue in the sunlight, she knows that it is the color of a peaceful clear morning, or of a warm afternoon of light wind and endless possibility.

When the gem desaturates of color, she understands it to have taken on that pewter hue of building storms, and in candlelight the gem sparkles with the violet of last light, of night rising like a wave or a wall and marching steadily over the open lands of the Mark.

The autism in movies and shows is so often centered on how autism is ALLOWED to manifest in specifically white men who are of a certain culture and upbringing. And so is the autism depicted in the DSM.

But the autism in the tags above is also a privileged autism that is from a certain upbringing and demographic, and has a certain level of social function that not all autistic people have, and it's important to note that.

Autism has many different aspects. None of them are palatable by the allistic society of any culture. That's kind of the whole THING about autism. Even the mildest form of it you are still stuck in a minefield. Some people have the ability to learn enough to feel their way through it more or less without blowing up. Some people cannot stop running no matter how many mines they step on.

Some people aren't even aware it's a minefield at all, and always blame the other person. That's where that "unshakeable confidence" comes from. Those features mentioned in the screenshot outlined as the media depiction are not entirely wrong; I have met people like that! They were all white men. There's a reason for that. It's because society LETS white men break a LOT more social rules than anyone else is allowed to break. So they don't ever learn the mines are there, because whenever one blows up they think someone else stepped on it, and are never ever corrected.

She exchanged woman’s for man’s attire, and, no longer the most modest of maidens, began the life of a warlike rover. Enrolling in her service many maidens who were of the same mind, she happened to come to a spot where a band of rovers were lamenting the death of their captain, who had been lost in war; they made her their rover captain.