a few fixes this morning, some actions in your account are now gated behind email(or password) confirmations, like "delete account" and "enable password" - this is to keep the account safe.
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๐๐ฎ๐ฐ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ ยท๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ฏ๐: ๐ฃ๐จ๐ ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐ค ยท๐ฆ๐๐๐ค๐ฆ๐ ๐ฏ ๐ฉ ๐๐ฒ (๐ฎ๐จ๐๐ฆ๐) ๐๐จ๐๐๐ผ๐๐ฑ, ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ต ๐จ ๐๐ฐ๐ ๐ฎ๐ด๐๐. ๐ค๐ณ๐๐ค๐ฐ ๐ฏ ๐๐ท๐๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ท๐๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ข๐จ๐๐ผ.
Three for three on British dishes this weekend: had a full English and a pie (rabbit) yesterday, now to do a beef roast. Lovely and cozy in this autumnal weather.
I find myself building bespoke tooling for my own and workflows these days, not only because of the obvious reason of software being so much cheaper to build, but also because there are SO MANY options for solving any given problem that it feels impossible to evaluate all of them.
If it's not a crucial piece of tech for a work problem then it often feels like paving my own way is both cheaper mentally (kind of amazing that's true these days) and probably a better fit.
I've been on a kick lately of trying to visualize the oscillating clock, and ultimately the effectively arbitrarily complex activity of a computer processor, as modern refinements of the line shaft factory of the 19th century. Of compute as being not much more than profoundly refined "work" delivered by the electrical grid into marvelously complex machines.
Does that, as a metaphor at least, feel as important to you as it has to me of late? We spend so much time in a world abstracted.
ๅฏนไบๆดไธชไบ่็ฝๅๅฒ๏ผๆๅฏ่ฏดๅบๆฌไธๆฏไธไธชๆ่ง่
๏ผๆไธ็ดๅจๆถ่ดนๅ
ๅฎน๏ผไฝๆฏๆฒกๆ็ไบง่ฟไปไนๅ
ๅฎน๏ผไบ่็ฝไธๆฒกๆๆ็็่ฟน๏ผ่ฟๆฏๆๅคๅๆ๏ผๅ ไธบไธญๅฝ็่บซไปฝๅๅ
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Regarding the entire history of the internet, I can say I've been largely an observer. I've always consumed content, but I haven't produced any. There's no trace of me on the internet, which is an unforeseen consequence due to China's identity and content policies.
