Jolla is "trying again with a new crowd-funded smartphone," reports Phoronix:
Finnish company Jolla started out 14 years ago where Nokia left off with MeeGo and developed Sailfish OS as a new Linux smartphone platform.
mushroom tin, my bedside cup. olive tin, to hold my pencils up. chile tin, handy divider. bean tin, to keep things from falling over. and an old coffee tin, to keep a few things in. and another, pierced, to have a fire in. and another, for a bit of sand to put the fire out...
Sometimes I just send Mom a message that says "look at the Moon" or "look at the sunset" or just "look at the sky" And sometimes send that kind of message to me. I sent her a message just now "look at the moon" and she said "thank you for telling me" and I said "I will always let you know about the moon." And then I tried to write a poem because I thought that sentence was so nice. I don't think it's a very good poem. But poems take time. Maybe it will become good.
Okay well this is it so far. But I will probably change it all tomorrow:
I will always let you know about the moon
Look at the moon Can you see the moon from where you are? I’m walking at dusk and I’m feeling lonely My kid used to like walking with me I could talk to him about this perfect moon Its haunted white-gold glow An illuminated balloon looming over the hills But he’s too old to go for walks with his mom So I send you a message that says Look at the moon
You say thank you for letting me know about the moon Mom, I will always tell you about the moon Because maybe some day I’ll go for a walk And pull my phone out of my pocket And then I’ll remember So instead I will have to just whisper Look at the moon Can you see the moon where you are? Will you find a way to let me know about the moon?
And if I’m very lucky Maybe one day my kid will Be walking lonely somewhere And look at the night sky And think about me And send me a message
Our mind, the enemy of magic, they say. Yet, I mind the fairy lights in a vespertine sky. Yet, the sleigh bells ringing in the night matter to me. Aged packages unopened, I choose to pull the ribbon.
Oh bah dat is zooo vermoeiend. Sterkte en hopelijk houdt je brein zich wat rustiger hierna. En ik hoop dat je de dingen die zo’n onrust veroorzaken snel weg kan tikken. 🍀☕️
This paper offers a diagnostic critique of the universalist ambitions embedded in the major normative ethical frameworks of the Western philosophical tradition: virtue ethics, deontology, consequentialism, and contractualism.
I wrote this while waiting for a train in Sacramento early in the morning. It was just one of those special moments:
Glass, concrete, and steel Incessant lines seeking reprieve The white noise flows, distant Pervasive, pensive Birds flock to these towers Just like any other Murmurations weaving through it all Celebrating the dawn with us The train's horn has its own rhythm Its road hums with me as dawn breaks Its people come and go But you are always with me Light of my heart
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Waiting for the End of the World by Richard Ross, 2004
Where will you go when the trouble starts? For countless people around the world, the answer is that bomb shelter down in the basement. In fact, people from around the work have been building shelters to protect themselves from catastrophe -- natural disaster, war, nuclear events -- for centuries.
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in reply to Heather • • •Okay well this is it so far. But I will probably change it all tomorrow:
I will always let you know about the moon
Look at the moon
Can you see the moon from where you are?
I’m walking at dusk and I’m feeling lonely
My kid used to like walking with me
I could talk to him about this perfect moon
Its haunted white-gold glow
An illuminated balloon looming over the hills
But he’s too old to go for walks with his mom
So I send you a message that says
Look at the moon
You say thank you for letting me know about the moon
Mom, I will always tell you about the moon
Because maybe some day I’ll go for a walk
And pull my phone out of my pocket
And then I’ll remember
So instead I will have to just whisper
Look at the moon
Can you see the moon where you are?
Will you find a way to let me know about the moon?
And if I’m very lucky
Maybe one day my kid will
Be walking lonely somewhere
And look at the night sky
And think about me
And send me a message
#poetry
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