Vined two thousands (years since BC)

NGS and IERS are complaining that they left CLEAR instructions to set the washing machine to WGS84 (G2296) instead of WGS84 (G730).

Latitude and Longitude [Explained]

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I assumed he was being pedantic and talking about Norse writing from after Christianity became a thing (the oldest example of runic writing we have is from the first century), while the original poster meant "Before the Christianization of the Nordic countries" (circa 9th to 12 centuries).

But no, the earliest Norse sagas were generally recorded in the 12th century. Of course, most are recordings of earlier oral histories, but still.

ah yes, the cause we've been seeking justice for 44 years of we launched a fucking invasion.

They tell you: "Just ask her out! What's the worst that could happen?"

Well, hypothetically, here's a thing that could happen.

You could take her out for ice cream. It's kind of corny. It feels like ice cream on an afternoon is for teens, not for adults, but you want to do something low-pressure. For months now, you have been spending time with her, sometimes one-on-one, sometimes in a big group, but usually it was you and her trailing behind the rest of the group.

After months, you gather your courage, and ask her out for ice cream, just you and her. It's an actual date, not a hobby activity you happen to share (you got a lot of those, too). It's a beautiful day. The city is full of cherry blossoms. After the ice cream, you take her hand, you tell her that you want to go steady, be together, take it to the next level, and you go for a kiss (briefly, no tongue).

Only at this point does she tell you that she doesn't want to ruin your friendship. You accept, somewhat disappointed.

You had something planned together already. Not as a couple, just as friends. You wanted to host a barbecue together and watch a game, but now you're unsure if you should bring the grill and the meat to her place next week. She says she wants to be friends, and to go ahead with the party.

Then she blocks you in everything. You awkwardly un-invite all the people from the barbecue. She starts to avoid at all the things you used to share. You ask a friend of a friend to just talk to her so and ask what's up. If she's avoiding the Go club because of you, you'd be willing to quit and let her have it. Same with her favourite bar. You hear from a friend of a friend that you really screwed up, and that it's all your fault, and that she didn't deserve this, whatever this is. He doesn't know how you screwed up, but the friend of a friend says this is what a friend of hers told a friend of his.

You hear from a another friend that she is leaving for Finland for four months. You do not get to say goodbye. You knew she had this planned. She told you all about this when you were still on speaking terms.

Later that year, you see her at a house party. You do your best to ignore her. You knew she'd be back from Finland by that time, but you didn't know she'd be at the party. She still has you blocked on everything. She tells a friend of yours about a local Jazz quintet doing a concert with a visiting vocalist, for the benefit of the music academy. She wants you to be there. You dress up. It's you, her, your friend, and your friend's girlfriend. You're alone together for a minute. She tells you she wants things to go back to normal. She wants to be friends again. You ask what that means, what exactly she wants, and if you can please talk about what happened, what you did wrong, briefly, just once, so you can understand, so you know how to act around her. You get the hint, but why block you? She doesn't want to talk about it. You ask what she wants you to do, going forwards.

She just says "I don't want to talk about it."

She unblocks you on everything. She occasionally asks you to tag along to picnics, concerts, or the beach, but she doesn't want to go to your place, even when it's fun stuff she likes in a large group such as the Mario Party party or the Samurai Gunn tournament or the documentary film night. You go through the motions and keep her on the mailing list, because you pretend it didn't happen. She joins Go club again. Things are awkward.

Slowly everything normalises. She invites you to do things together, "but not as a date".

A year passes. You drift apart.

She excitedly tells you about a video game she has bought for her Playstation, with couch co-op mode. You're interested. Like, legitimately interested in the game. It's not a lame excuse. You ask her if she wants to play it together. She tells you to come by her place Saturday afternoon.

That's the last time you speak. That Thursday, she blocks you on everything.

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I mean ehh my instinct is always that 'active conscious deception and farming long-term false identities for no reward but discourse points' is less common than 'members of a group who genuinely have minority opinions for that group and highlighted/encouraged and organized/platformed by people outside of it who agree with them and find it useful to make them the face of the effort'.

making no comment on the actual content of the post wait what do you mean. I mean I was definitely an outlier here but we have a rich and unbroken cultural tradition going back to the invention of 'teenager' as a concept basically exclusively about how much they all fucking can't get enough of sex and violence in their art (also, generally).

I am all for holding men accountable. I do think we should call out petty, controlling, abusive behavior, and I do think men should face consequences for these behaviors.

Because it is important that these men face consequences, it is important to teach people — men who have gotten away without so much as a slap on the wrist, women who enable these behaviors, girls who are told that it is okay to be treated this way, impressionable boys developing their sense of morals — that it is not okay to behave this way.

But the second we start insinuating that these traits are inherently masculine, innate male behaviors, we throw that progress away.

It's true that these behaviors are more common in men, but not for biological reasons. It's because these behaviors have been labeled as acceptable, these behaviors have been encouraged. Which is why it is crucial to say "no, this is not okay, this is unacceptable, and there are consequences to doing this."

When you reduce it biological explanations, you give these behaviors a pass. You're saying, whether you mean to or not, that men are behaving as men do, because they're men, and this is how they operate. Which means that these behaviors are acceptable by virtue of being uncontrollable. That's just how men are. They can't help themselves. It's up to everyone around them to protect themselves, because men are just giving in to their nature.

According to 'many experts', 1 in 6 men have experienced some form of sexual assault or abuse within their lifetime.

A bit later I had a conversation with all my family members, mother last, about the kinds of jams and preserves they like. My father likes certain preserves, but he would never go into the cellar and grab a jar of plums, or cherries, or apple-sauce. He wouldn't even open a bottle of home-brewed cider. He's completely passive. It would never in a million years occur to him to go down the stairs and get some marmalade. My father wants me to grow chili peppers, but he rarely uses them. Instead, when it's harvest time, I dry them, and then he buys chili powder at the store anyway. He doesn't like the varieties of apples in the garden. He eats lots of apples, but he buys new ones at the store.

My sister doesn't eat breakfast. She has coffee for breakfast and that's it. She doesn't eat marmalade. She likes marmalade, but she doesn't eat it. She uses home-cooked bottled tomato sauce and salsa. My sister would prefer fruit to preserved in 300ml jars and savoury sauces in 700ml bottles.

Mother often talks about opening a jar of plums, but she never actually does. She doesn't ever open a jar of marmalade that is older than six months. The next year, she says "Why not open the good stuff first? I don't want to eat the old marmalade!" This way, there's marmalade from 2010 that has never been opened. She likes apple-sauce, but she would rather cook it fresh from store-bought apples. She would never open a jar of her own home-canned cherries, because she didn't take out the pits. She would never drink the preserved apple juice.

Nobody actually ever opens a bottle of apple juice, or a jar of cherries. Everybody buys cherries and even apple juice when they need to cook or bake something with apples.

As a result, there's marmalade in her basement that is ten years old, and there are large jars of canned plums nobody eats, large jars of canned cherries nobody eats, bottles of cider and apple juice and home-brewed wine and so many apples. Apart from one of the trees, they don't really store well, but every year, I help harvest the apples and the pears and the cherries and three different types of plums, and then nobody eats the preserves.

But this year, I talked to everybody, and I got everybody on the same page, and I even got mother to agree that this is dumb. I took charge of jams and preserves, and I worked out how many jars of cherries we actually eat, how many jars of marmalade we need, and so on. If some cherries or strawberries go to waste, that's ok. If some plums go to waste, well, I don't like them anyway. I got mother to agree to only make preserves she actually eats, and unless we make cider again, we're not juicing all the apples.

There was already a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth, because mother wanted me to no be so fast with all the cherries, but I got a large pot and 20 small canning jars and I canned 8 kg of cherries – the cherries I like to eat, prepared the way I like to eat them – in one day. Usually, she processes 2 kg of fruit per day, as the buckets and baskets of harvested fruit pile up in her kitchen. This year we made 3 kg of strawberry marmalade only, and some rhubarb marmalade. I decided to make syrups out of the berries instead of jam, because we have so much jam from last year, and we made 2.5 litres of syrup. I opened some jars from 2018 and dumped out the stuff that wasn't edible any more. I even popped out all of the pits of the cherries before canning them, which mother never does, because she says it's too much work, but then the cherries spoil faster and there's cyanide in the jar. Not enough to kill you, but more than necessary.

Basically, somehow I got my way. I talked to mother in a calm and measured way, and I explained that we don't have to eat all the cherries and strawberries and apples just so they don't go to waste, and we don't even have to make preserves if we never eat the preserves. Even then, when we make preserves, we should make sure that we actually want to eat them, and prepare them according to our tastes.

Year after year, this was a point of contention, and mother made me climb into the trees and harvest cherries she didn't need, or she made me juice every last fallen apple, even though we don't drink apple juice. And this year, she just listened to me, and she agreed that we don't need that much marmalade. This year, she admitted that she doesn't like pits in her canned cherries. She admitted that it doesn't make sense to make preserves you know you won't eat.

Yeah, this isn't really about that, and I appreciate your awareness. About 20 years ago, my grandmother was like mother is now, and she told us she'd cut down the trees if we don't help her harvest, even thought it's more than she eats. But these days, my father doesn't even like to eat the apples and cherries in the garden, he mostly planted the trees for shade and aesthetics.

> give away the old preserves

It's not that easy. Neighbours wouldn't appreciate having 2kg of fresh cherries dumped on them, but they also wouldn't appreciate three 1kg jars of preserved cherries (with liquid and everything), especially when they are four years old and about to chemically decompose – still technically edible, but no longer appealing. So you'd have to give them away after two years, or something like that. Also, mother kept the pits in when she preserved cherries or baked cake. Also, mother used grandma's old re-usable canning canning jars. She wouldn't give them away. I wouldn't. If I want to gift somebody preserved fruit, I would do so as close after harvesting/canning as possible, and I would buy new, smaller jars with twist-off lids, just for gifting.

Giving somebody cherries in a jar and then asking for the jar back makes you look like a stingy weirdo. Giving somebody cherries that are already getting kind of mushy makes you look like a jerk. Giving somebody canned cherries with the seeds still in them makes you look completely unhinged.

Now imagine you have neighbours who also have apple trees, who also have cherry trees. That mean your neighbours won't be excited about a bottle of apple juice, but they might take 5kg of apples. They won't be excited about preserved cherries, but they might take 1kg of fresh cherries, but you'll still have to sort through them and you can't give them any bad ones.

They say you should completely empty your cherry tree, because otherwise the larva or "worms" in the cherries will mature and hibernate near your cherry tree, and then next year they will mate and lay eggs in your cherries, and you get more worms. The problem is mother doesn't have "a cherry tree". She's got multiple, the neighbours have multiple, the nearby park has multiple, and there are cherry trees at the edge of the forest. The neighbour's cherry trees are up to 20m in height, and our own are getting there. It's completely impossible to keep the bugs at bay. It doesn't matter if you completely empty your own trees from cherries, and dispose of the worms ones, because there's a cherry tree in your neighbour's garden that is too tall, and there's another one that nobody bothered to harvest. No matter what you do, the larva in your neighbour's cherries will turn into bugs, and they will lay eggs in your own cherries next year.

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DONT ask why corvid isnt wearing a shirt bc the answer is embarrassing. (i forgor to draw it)