Lemmy_2019

And youse in Dublin.

Tasks.org Android app and desktop thing.

Can you expand on your wiki usage?

Same here. Reminds me that Reddit was mostly techy posts for the first while too.

Art, as the old adage goes, is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. It certainly is work, if you’ve ever sculpted an eight foot block of marble, or memorised one of Beethoven’s piano sonatas. And it doesn’t leave much time for paying the rent. The question is whether we compensate people for art, such that they can keep doing it. Does society invest in it, so that people of limited means can participate and have their voices heard? This debate has existed for thousands of years.

I’m sure astronauts love their work too, but they still get paid. Artistic endeavours cannot be reserved solely for the idle rich.

Livin’ the dream!

Hello fellow kid. I remember Pepsi Generation and MTV Generation. But you’re right, Gen X didn’t start in earnest until the 90s, I’m pretty sure.

Fun fact, Generation X originally applied to Boomers.

Like everyone else, I get distracted and forget to do this. Then I look out at my car while standing at the register. Naturally, the numbers are not visible from this location…

We have 1168. Big splurge on ecclesiastical building in the 1100s.

The Digg exodus…?

I remember reading a melodrama from the 1800s where the protagonist, a failed writer, makes a deal with the devil to have a bestselling book. In the second half he becomes wildly successful, but is tortured by the knowledge that he is genuinely mediocre. It always stuck with me. Reminds me of people buying Likes.

Just to avoid confusion, it’s called Coherence. That’s why none of your friends watched it! LOL

Edit: he said Cohesion.

That one is a ‘whoever’ btw.

I think I found a Greasemonkey script to do it? Works on my browser anyway.

LEGITIMATE INTEREST!!

I presumed he meant Apple because of the logo. But maybe I am very old…

Lynx at the San Francisco public library! And Gopher was around before WWW.

Do you like the job? I’d change if I were you. Just my 2 cents.

He looked beneath his shirt today

There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide

From the wound a lovely flower grew

From somewhere deep inside

He turned around to face his mother

To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand

But the sword that cut him open

Was the sword in his mother’s hand

The Lazarus Heart - Sting