This is such a great #photo! The unnamed #photographer had a couple of options when #Epstein's victims were asked to raise their hands if they were still awaiting to meet with the #DOJ. With #PamBondi in the foreground, they could totally have used a different #focal length to get everyone into #focus. But they deliberately choose to focus on the victims, leaving #Bondi blurred out. This is the beauty and genius of #photography, how one technical decision changes everything.
Epstein's victims standing up with their hands raised, while Pam Bondi in the foreground has her back turned on them, looking down.
日本の自衛隊、ドロン取得 Japan's Self-Defense Forces acquire Dron
ドロンを導入するのは良いが、電子戦対策も又重要です。
It is good to introduce drones, but electronic warfare measures are also important.
Nach 55 Jahren: Letzter Ford Focus läuft in Saarlouis bald vom Band
Seit 1970 werden in Saarlouis Ford-Modelle gebaut. Doch damit ist nun bald Schluss. Auch in seinem Kölner Werk steht Ford vor massiven Problemen - der Autobauer kämpft im E-Auto-Geschäft mit hohen Verlusten. Von Angela Göpfert.
The image is a four-panel comic strip titled "FOCUS." It depicts a stick figure character working on a computer, initially focused on a flowchart with nodes labeled A, B, and C. As the character continues to work, the flowchart becomes more complex, adding nodes D and E. Suddenly, a thought bubble appears with the text "HEY! DO YOU HAVE 1 SEC?" The character's focus is disrupted, and a cloud of smoke labeled "POOF" and "NEVERMIND" indicates a loss of concentration. In the final panel, the character is seen in a disheveled state, surrounded by scattered items like a chair, a box, and a cat, with the text "WHAT WAS I DOING?" The comic humorously illustrates the struggle to maintain focus amidst distractions.
I wrote a thing about making music more personal and focused again. Smartphones have taken a lot a way from our lives (social skills, attention spans, ability to actually meet other people etc) and they've also kinda reduced our ability to enjoy really awesome sounding music, and be focused on enjoying the music without distractions.
So I went back to enjoying pure music, again.
(hopefully posting this link doesn't bring down our web server for 10min).
The ghost and the boy walked through the waking streets of London, threading their way through the bustle of people getting ready for the day. Periodically, they heard shouts of Merry Christmas and other holiday salutations.
Ghost led the way through poor back-alley streets, past mean penny-a-day inns and crowded tenements. But she never hesitated. As long as she focused, he knew where the Cratchits lived. Arriving at a run-down house, the Ghost stopped.
“What’s your name, boy?” Ghost asked. It seemed silly to keep calling him “boy.”
“David, sir, if it pleases you, sir. David Copperfield.”
Ghost nodded, not being well-read. He didn’t recognize the name. She knew enough ghost lore to know the story “A Christmas Carol,” but there were no ghosts in “David Copperfield.”
“This is what you do, David. Knock on the door and say you have a message from Mr. Scrooge. Say he has had a change of heart, and a generous present will soon arrive. Lastly, say that Mr. Scrooge could not pay you to deliver the message, but he was sure the Cratchits would share a meal with you. You can add that line, ‘I’m so hungry,’ if you like. You do it very well. It would melt a heart of stone.”
“And you, sir. Surely you won’t run off now. I shall sorely miss you if you do.” David grabbed at Ghost’s hands, but it was like trying to catch the morning mist.
“I must; I have someone to find,” Ghost said and closed her eyes, imagining a new place and time. A woman’s name popped into her head. “I will visit her.”
Q: Who did Ghost think of, i.e., where shall we go next?
Staying alive, you can learn or run. You can help others, even when you don't know wtf you're "meant" to be doing.
If you need to recover in the closet to be who you are later, there's nothing wrong with you.
If you need to kick the door down to breathe, I'll kick with you. ("Together, we have great strength of feet!")
This is so fucking stupid, but fuck it. It's where we're at.
Whatever your journey of processing this and surviving it looks like, you are not weak.
Even fellow chronically ill people: your bodies are not weak.
We are surviving the utmost fuckery -- despite Seymour's directions -- while the arc of history bends to conviviality.
Got money?
(e.g. your income or livelihood is stable enough not to affect covering next month's needs, plus some fun for a life worth living)
Now may be good to invest in local organisations.
Time, energy, money, equipment, networking, social media, cleaning, babysitting, etc.
My opinion? Focus on: youth groups, public health education, adult retraining, intercommunity outreach, and mutual aid.
Plus any fallible online orgs you believe in, e.g.
Internet Archive, Wikipedia, Posteo.de, Ecosia, PillowFort, Signal, SonarPen, specific indie devs and artists, Nebula, MakerTube.net, LiberaPay, Artisans Coop, etc.
LINK YOUR FAVES too! 📝 🫵📑
Repeated small support is more reliable than big irregular donations, but 'better is always better'.
Is there something like GitHub, but without big tech involvement, no data collection, no ads, open source, and preferably decentralized (maybe Fediverse or even P2P)?
Focus is difficult. #bark #beginner #spring #photography #nature #tree #focus #sonya7iii
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