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learned about the 83rd Infantry division today. mfs stole so many nazi armored vehicles they almost turned themselves into a mechanized infantry division. fucking impressive. kleptomania at work.
they hijacked half-tracks, trucks, anything they could. but also tanks.
above: a captured STuG, and what appears to be an armored car.
this one's of them coming up on an abandoned german Panther. if their pattern held, they probably stole this one and repainted it too. supposedly they even managed to capture a BF109 and fly that around for a little bit. crazy bastards. gotta love 'em.
Or even casting âperpetual motionâ on the turbines themselves.
True hero.
"A German-born admiral spent 6 years in Nazi POW camps and never spoke a single word of German to his captorsânot even to his own cousin."
Admiral JĂłzef Unrug was born Joseph von Unruh in Brandenburg, Prussia. He spoke German as his mother tongue, served in the Imperial German Navy during World War I, and commanded submarines for the Kaiser.
But in 1919, everything changed.
When Poland regained independence after 123 years of partition, JĂłzef made a choice that would define the rest of his life. He renounced his German commission, left his homeland, and traveled to Polandâa country that had no navy, no warships, not even a proper port.
He didn't just join Poland's military. He bought a ship with his own money and donated it to become one of Poland's first naval vessels. By 1925, he was Commander of the Fleet, speaking Polish with a thick German accent, building a navy from absolutely nothing.
When Nazi Germany invaded Poland on September 1, 1939, Admiral Unrug commanded the coastal defenses on the Hel Peninsula. Outnumbered ten to one, he fought for a month while Warsaw fell. Finally, on October 2, 1939, he surrendered with honor and became a prisoner of war.
That's when his real resistance began.
The Germans moved him between campsâColditz Castle, Murnau, Woldenberg. Former colleagues from his German Navy days visited, appealing to old friendships. They offered him rank, promotions, command positions. Admiral DĂśnitz himself reportedly tried to recruit him back to the Kriegsmarine.
Then his own cousin came to visit.
Major General Walter von Unruh greeted JĂłzef warmly in German, expecting a conversation in their shared native tongue.
Instead, Unrug replied in French.
Confused, his cousin asked why he was speaking French.
JĂłzef looked at him calmly and said: "On September 1, 1939, I forgot how to speak German. I am a Pole and a Polish officer."
The Germans were stunned. This was a man who had commanded their submarines, who understood every word they said, whose family had served Prussia for generations.
But for six yearsâthrough multiple camps, countless recruitment attempts, visits from family membersâAdmiral Unrug never spoke German again. When Germans addressed him, he demanded translators. When they insisted he must understand, he replied only in Polish or French.
Language became his weapon of resistance.
He refused to give his captors even a syllable of recognition. Always correct, always formal, always cold. His fellow prisoners drew strength from his unbending example. The Germans found him increasingly frustratingâhe wouldn't break, wouldn't bend, wouldn't even acknowledge their shared past.
In April 1945, American forces liberated his camp. But the news was devastating: Poland had fallen under Soviet occupation.
Unrug chose exile over compromise. He moved to the United Kingdom, then Morocco where he worked on fishing boats, then France. A rear admiral working manual labor rather than accept a communist government or a pension he felt his men were denied.
His final wish was to be buried in free Poland, among his men. But he set a condition: he would not return until his colleagues murdered during Stalinist terror were properly rehabilitated.
He would not return until Poland was truly free.
Admiral JĂłzef Unrug died in France on February 28, 1973, at age 88. His wife Zofia died in 1980. They were buried together in France, alongside other Polish patriots who died far from home.
Decades passed. The Berlin Wall fell. The Soviet Union collapsed. Poland regained sovereignty. The murdered officers were finally found and honored.
And Admiral Unrug could come home.
On September 24, 2018âforty-five years after his deathâhis coffin was carried aboard the Polish Navy frigate ORP KoĹciuszko. On October 2, 2018âexactly seventy-nine years to the day after his surrender at Helâa state funeral was held in Gdynia.
Admiral JĂłzef Unrug was laid to rest at Oksywie Naval Cemetery, among his officers and sailors, in the free Poland he had waited his entire life to see.
He had finally come home.
Sometimes the most powerful act of resistance isn't violence or sabotageâit's the quiet, absolute refusal to compromise on who you are. JĂłzef Unrug never raised a weapon in his final war. He simply refused to speak the language of his enemy.
And in that silence, he said everything that needed to be said.
Character who has icons in their car and a cross on the rearview mirror and cross themselves before driving but they drive like an absolute maniac
Whoof. They get into a fender bender and their passenger gets decapitated by the Blessed Virgin and Saint Christopher.

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Actually hiiiiiiii I'm sorry I'm gonna vent for a minute but the start of the slow decline towards a cashless dystopia in the US was individual stores deciding that they weren't gonna accept certain types of money for convenience's sake. This is actually illegal, a place of business cannot pick and choose what kind of cash they're going to take, but most places have for years and faced no consequences for it. $2 bills, $1 coins, and half dollars are usually turned away due to ignorance, which is a failure of the school system, but also yes, anyone at all does actually have the right to pay for their $20 purchase all in quarters and turning them away is indeed a violation of federal law
A federal law that will never be enforced because the government is actively pushing a narrative that coins are inconvenient -- most of the rest of the world has $1 and even $2 coins, the US already uses coins way less than everyone else
Also from what I've been told this is a big problem for blind people. In the US all bills are the same shape and size (I understand this is not the case everywhere), so it's much easier for blind people to work with coins, which all have a distinct weight and size, and can be further distinguished by feel by whether or not they have coining. There are bill counting machines, but I am told they're expensive and prone to mistakes and jamming, and of course batteries die, so a lot of blind people use coins instead. When a store has a policy against accepting larger coins, that's a problem
Plus, coins last longer than bills and as such are a better investment by the mint! I personally believe that we should look into 5 and 10 dollar coins.
I live in a small town where youâre much more likely to not be able to pay with card. I have, once upon a time when I was working as a cashier at the general store, helped a guy count a gallon bag of assorted change enough for his gas money (he kindly gave me the non-US coins in it as a thank you). It does take a while!
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
under 18, AI is a net positive
under 18, AI is a net negative
18-29, AI is a net positive
18-29, AI is a net negative
30-45, AI is a net positive
30-45, AI is a net negative
46-60, AI is a net positive
46-60, AI is a net negative
over 60, AI is a net postive
over 60, AI is a net negative
Question 2/3
How often do you visit or interact with museums/archives (whether in person or online)?
Frequently (multiple times per month)
Often (multiple times per year)
Occasionally (a couple times per year)
Rarely (once every couple of years)
Never :(
Question 3/3
If you saw a museum was using AI in exhibits, marketing, research, etc., would you be more or less inclined to visit that museum?
under 18, more inclined
under 18, less inclined
18-29, more inclined
18-29, less inclined
30-45, more inclined
30-45, less inclined
46-60, more inclined
46-60, less inclined
over 60, more inclined
over 60, less inclined
Thank you for helping with this data collection. Please rb for as big a sample as possible!
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Signs of a biblical church:
Actually preaches from the Bible
Sin is called what it is
Members love and serve one another
Jesus is the center of everything
No one sin is called out more than the others, except if the pastor believes itâs a current problem for the congregation (EG, condemning homosexuality but not fornication).
"The best thing we can do with power is give it away" - On the leftist critique of superhero narratives as authoritarian power fantasies:
The ongoing "Jason Todd is a cop" debate has reminded me of a brilliant brief image essay by Joey deVilla. So here it is, images first and the full essay text below:
"A common leftist critique of superhero comics is that they are inherently anti-collectivist, being about small groups of individuals who hold all the power, and the wisdom to wield that power. I donât disagree with this reading. I donât think itâs inaccurate. Superheroes are their own ruling class, the concept of the Ăźbermensch writ large. But itâs a sterile reading. It examines superhero comics as a cold text, and ignores something that I believe in fundamental, especially to superhero storytelling: the way people engage with text. Not what it says, but how it is read. The average comic reader doesnât fantasize about being a civilian in a world of superheroes, they fantasize about being a superhero. One could charitably chalk this up to a lust for power, except for one fact⌠The fantasy is almost always the act of helping people. Helping the vulnerable, with no reward promised in return. Being a century into the genre, weâve seen countless subversions and deconstructions of the story. But at its core, the superhero myth is about using the gifts youâve been given to enrich the people around you, never asking for payment, never advancing an ulterior motive. We should (and do) spend time nitpicking these fantasies, examining their unintended consequences, their hypocrisies. But itâs worth acknowledging that the most eduring childhood fantasy of the last hundred years hasnât been to become rich. Superheroes come from every class (donât let the MCU fool you). The most enduring fantasy is to become powerful enough to take the weak under your own wing. To give, without needing to take. So yes, the superhero myth, as a text, isnât collectivist. But thatâs not why we keep coming back to it. Thatâs not why children read it. We keep coming back to it to learn one simple lesson⌠The best thing we can do with power IS GIVE IT AWAY." - Joey deVilla, 2021 https://www.joeydevilla.com/2021/07/04/happy-independence-day-superhero-style/
Kids don't want to be Batman because he's rich, they want to be him because he's got tons of cool gadgets he invented himself, is a badass martial artist, is a genius on par with Lex Luthor, and uses all this to be on the same level as Superman despite having zero actual superpowers. They see the little boy who lost both his parents, decided nobody else should ever have to live through that, and want to be like that.
Kids don't want to be Superman because he's superior to humans(he isn't, that's always been a core part of his character that he rejects that outlook and it's always just Lex projecting his view of Superman onto Superman himself), they wanna be able to deflect bullets and shoot lasers from their eyes because Superman uses all that to show the best side of humanity, to show how humanity isn't even tied to actually being human but to how you act towards other people.

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She should be arrested for elder abuse.
Funnily enough, the paper for the largest city in my region ran a front page article on her a few days ago, claiming she was afraid Biden was âhaving a strokeâ during the debate. It must have been a slow news day. I wonder why sheâs coming back into the limelight now.
i think a lot of younger teenagers who are against sex-based sports leagues haven't really grasped the strength difference yet. it's not a comfortable thing to understand, and its very tempting to deny it as long as you can.
Also, if they start questioning the difference in strength and bodies regarding sports then they also have to start questioning the difference in strength and bodies when it comes to dating and marriages and they're not ready to question the problems of hetero partnerships.
I would respectfully disagree. A great deal of romance novels for younger and younger teens are hinged the idea that a man has a great deal of physical power over the female protagonist, so she can âchangeâ him and gain a protector. Itâs creepy as all get out but increasingly popular with the 13 to 15 demographic at my library.
genuine answer; that corners got the most light.
as pretty as the blue light is, its too dark and cant penetrate the water well. its confusing them
switch to white lights, sorry not sorry for the aesthetic of your room but the health of your pets comes first.
I think there is more light usually, the tank photo is probably a ânight modeâ. For the close up it really looks like the fish are backlit by very bright white light, so likely there are two lighting setups/settings.
Text of tweet under the cut because it is loooong.
But... Stochastic Parrots.
This is the paper. It's excellent, highly recommend reading it.
I remember reading about Gebru's firing but I had no idea this was the paper she was fired over.
Will you tell a Bucky bear story?
so you gotta understand that us howlies were basically one big PR stunt. i mean, we were totally competent and effective, but not so exceptionally amazing that we were totally unprecedented. what we were was actually âthe face of american soldiers overseas,â and a representation of allied unity. (thanks, dernier and falsworth.) during the war, they made howling commandoes comics, trading cards, posters, radio dramas, toys, jackets, and more, all in the interest of supporting the war effort. most of it we had no idea about. we were pretty busy fighting nazis, and the journalists and PR experts they sent to tag along with us mostly just got in the way. so pretty quickly the ânewsâ coming from the front lines about the howling commandoes was totally fabricated, because we wouldnt cooperate with them. which is how some of the more outlandish captain america stories happened.Â
most of this steve and i never knew about, not until we wound up in the future.Â
anyway, in the early days they would sometimes send stuff to us. not sure what they wanted us to do with itâwe once got a crate full of trading cards with our own faces on them, which we promptly defaced and mocked each other relentlessly over. steve took twenty-six buckys and twenty-six steves and drew card suits on them, and we used them as playing cards. (we also had a pair of dumdum dougans as jokers.) and another time they sent us a box of teddy bears. specifically, cap-and-bucky bears.Â
the cap bears were decent. pretty much just a regular bear in a stripey shirt and spangly helmet. but the bucky bears were wearing this silly little domino mask, and none of us had any idea why. we figured somebody must have snapped a picture of me while i had some greasepaint around my eyes.
obviously, the other howlies gave us some crap about this. no matter what steve and i did, teddy bears magically appeared everywhere we went. in our cots at camp, in our footlockers, in our packsâeverywhere. i once watched dernier slip a cappy bear into steveâs backpack while they were both taking cover from gunfire.Â
the real problem for steve and i, of course, was what to do with the bears. we couldnât just throw them away, but it was a war zone, so we could hardly keep them all. i gave a bucky bear to peggy just so i could watch stevie awkwardly offer a cap bear to go with it. there were always a few kids aroundârefugees passing through, often, and we passed off bears to them as quickly as we could.Â
steve got it into his head that one of the Star Spangled Showgirls, ruby, would get a kick out of the cap bears, so he mailed her one. she thought it was hilarious, and shortly he got letters from the rest of the Showgirls demanding bears as well. so steve managed to get rid of all the cap bears pretty quick.Â
but the bucky bearsâŚthose things were everywhere i went, and people kept calling me âBucky Bear,â which is not a super dignified nickname for a famous, feared sniper to have. it seemed like every lad left from the 107th had a little masked bear head poking out of his pack. the howlies all had them tooâdumdum kept one sticking out of a coat pocket for a long time, until it ran afoul of some shrapnel, and then insisted we hold a tiny formal funeral for it. we got an air-drop of supplies in the field once that contained emergency rations, ammo, and a bucky bear. and one time i went to colonel phillipsâ field office for a debriefing and he had one on his desk.Â
iâd have been more annoyed about it all if they hadnât been such an effective stupid-decision deterrent. i once saw steve eyeballing a tank like he was gonna go take a swing at it, glance at falsworthâs bucky bear, sigh, and call in artillery fire instead.Â
steve had one of his own too, a raggedy little thing missing half its stuffing that one of the camp kids had insisted he take. he kept it stuffed into one of the silly pouches in his belt. i like to think it kept him company in the ice. though if i ever lay eyes on that particular bucky bear again, weâre gonna have stern words about its obligation as a bucky to talk steve out of doing stupid things.Â

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New York Times readers share a moment when they have felt truly swept off their feet â or have been the ones doing the sweeping. (Bonus: more stories from the comments)
watching a movie made twenty years ago and remembering what they took from us (color)
And the ability to see at night
And sincerity!