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看来可以发中文。因为没有身份证,所以不能拥有手机号,接着不能注册稳定的email,也就没法注册内容平台,发布内容。hotmail因为我没有稳定的ip地址,常常封禁我的email账号,我的mastodon账号因此也没法长期使用。我希望这是一个我可以长期发布内容的地方
It seems I can post in Chinese. Because I don't have an ID card, I can't have a phone number, and therefore can't register a stable email address, which means I can't register on content platforms or publish content. Hotmail frequently blocks my email account because I don't have a stable IP address, so my Mastodon account can't be used long-term. I hope this is a place where I can publish content consistently.
késztetést érzek, hogy valami ilyesmivel (is) foglalkozzam, a kódoláshoz egyelőre nincs agyam, de majd azt is szeretnék, csak scripteket, semmi komoly programnyelv, de végülis a JavaScript is scriptnyelv
I feel the urge to do something like this, I don't have the brains for coding yet, but I would like to, just scripts, no serious programming languages, but after all, JavaScript is also a scripting language
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#meta tag — use it whenever you want to talk about the site itself, and these posts will not show up in all, any or the post’s page. Only those that follow the tag or the person will see these posts in my feed or in post pages. This is to keep the site clear of meta discussions which dominated a lot at this early stage and I think were annoying to many people. So this is the last meta without the #meta tag you’ll see unless u follow. I’ll try to tag every post I find.Last year I wasn't feeling too good.
I turned forty, waited for surgery, and was hurt by my own colleagues. So I dealt with things. Maybe not so well, but to the best of my ability.
One of the consequences was that I got a bit heavy. My body changed, and I didn't feel like myself. It was a problem for future me. So now I am here with this little belly of mine. We're not enemies, but I decided it's time to part ways.
So I count calories. Maybe not so well, but to the best of my ability.
I'm not sure the world needs another static site generator, but I made one.
get-taxus.org
Giving the project some TLC this week, doing some bug squashing.
If you want and SSG that doesn't fight you, give it a go.
a constant, existential pull
so old I couldn't tell you the end
or draw its shape
between kind acceptance
and striving, struggling, writhing, climbing
learning, growing, discontent
"do you feel this way, too, at endless war with longing itself?"
but the birds and trees and ants and wind
in their own marvelous design
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