The Commons aka the Public Domain. For some reason yet to be scientifically studied by extraterrestrials shall they make their way to this funny Pale Blue Dot one day, humans fall for the “if the product is free, you’re the product” maxim (which is valid to certain extent, especially involving corporations, but ignores the fact that individuals can do things and hand it freely because they don’t mind the costs they had doing something they love doing) and struggle to trust a content given free of costs, but the same humans don’t seem to think twice before submitting themselves by the altar of capitalism for the same content. Yeah, this paragraph is also a vent in disguise.

!asklemmy@lemmy.world

We know this ain’t gonna happen (precisely because of a pesky thing called “laws of physics”), but it’s surely paving the way for similar deranged ideas such as “orbital data centers”, as this “Sun-as-a-Service” bullshittery moves the Overton window to where techbros want it to be, as well to (failed) attempts on pretending the laws of physics can be bent to capitalist interests.

Even sadder is seeing how other regulatory and space agencies worldwide (你好, 国家航天局! नमस्ते, अंतरिक्ष विभाग!) seem to be so quiet in this regard, as if all these deranged techbro ideas wouldn’t affect the skies over there…

!technology@lemmy.world

A huge majority of people still believe in religion. And a huge majority of those people also didn’t even read the book.

There were and currently are thousands, if not millions, of different religious beliefs worldwide, many of which had/have not even a single book. Religious hominids back in Paleolithic and Neolithic had no book. Even after writing emerged in Mesopotamia and Ancient Egypt, most indigenous peoples had no book.

Oral tradition is one of the means through which beliefs can be carried forward across generations, but there’s also the underestimated agency (True Will) of the spirits/deities themselves over someone or some living being (e.g. domestic cats) who had never heard of said spirit before unexpectedly finding themselves before the presence of said spirit.

I myself had no book or “sacred book” leading me to my current beliefs and worshiping of Goddess, even though Her names (such as 𒊩𒆤𒇲 and לילית ) do appear as written records, records of which I don’t need to rely on for my esoteric (eso = within) practices.

What makes humans human that they can create and believe myths. That’s what made us thrive amongst other mammals.

Sorry for disrupting your anthropocentric worldviews, Homo sapiens are not that special among the fauna like we Homo sapiens love to wishfully pretend we are: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ritual/_behavior/_in/_animals

!technology@lemmy.world

IMHO, not exactly. Dogs can’t fly, aren’t as silent hunters as owls and are too clumsy to fill the ecological role of “unavoidable, fearsome predator unexpectedly swooping down from the skies”.

!showerthoughts@lemmy.world

Once upon a time, there was a fragile ape, too scared from climbing down from their tree, lest they ended up as a dinner for a hungry lioness just like their relatives once became. One day, there was this heavy storm, and a serpent made of a million suns climbed down from the skies onto the tree; the tree became a sun itself. The ape quickly jumped to a far branch and fell from it while trying to grip themselves to its tip.

They looked at the tree branch they’ve got at their hands and realized it was also becoming a sun-serpent. Before the ape could even process their own fright, they couldn’t help but realize every animal was running: suddenly, the lioness was fleeing instead of jumping onto the ape. Drowning under their own epinephrine, the ape came to a conclusion which I could translate as “lioness fled, me still standing, me have sun-serpent, sun-serpent friend, me fearsome”.

The ape smiled, before realizing their fur were being eaten by the sun-serpent, and this was painful as hell; they got struck by this sudden urge to keep running, until they accidentally fell into the river, and the sun-serpent stopped consuming their fur; but this was too late: they lost their fur. Now the furless ape found themselves in a covenant they didn’t ask for: they lost the only thing that was barely protecting them from the maw of a lioness, but they got this sun-serpent to protect them, so they got to keep this sun-serpent with them.

Fast-forwarding to present time, the furless apes, the “modern” homininæ, are running in circles. Some of the apes have since been drowning the entire big blue tree a smart ape once called as “Pale Blue Dot” under the breath of the sun-serpent while desiring so badly to climb to this distant big red tree they call as “Mars”. They’ve made big funny phallic rocks become big birds by attaching the sun-serpent to the bottom of big funny phallic rocks. An ape with orange hair have been trying to become the owner of the entire big blue tree and expecting all apes to hand him all bananas from big blue tree. Other apes are trying to make square rock become god-ape by making sun-serpent breathe onto it.

These are a few apes trying to control all the other apes like they (think they) control sun-serpent. As for the majority of the apes, they are too busy trying to be part of sun-serpent controlling underneath the whims of another furless apes, furless “boss” ape, hopefully in exchange for a banana by the end of the month because trees got scorched and no bananas can be harvested other than trees that furless “boss” ape control (and these bananas aren’t even edible bananas to begin with, the tree is a fake plastic tree).

Among them, there’s this strange ape writing a lengthy text about the history of apes using a small decade-old square rock, aware he’s also ape but unable to revert his own nature to fully live in the arms of Mother Nature, because other apes require him to be among apes.

And we apes call this “civilization”. Could this funny strange ape writing long text about history of apes call it “self-inflicted suffering”, other apes would throw rocks at him.

Yet here we are, in a self-inflicted suffering, me included. We’re apes who think we lost our home and have since then wandered around and yearned for a new tree, only for the sun-serpent we carry within us consume every new tree we finally got to stumble upon.

We’re too afraid to return to that old, scorched tree and try to climb it again: we fear sun-serpent would wrathfully descend from the skies again… yet we’re holding sun-serpent at our furless hands and we think we can control it. We fear the sun-serpent because we fear ourselves. Then we want to think we can control sun-serpent because we got no control over ourselves. Because we’ve been seeking to become sun-serpents ourselves; in this pointless endeavor, we’ve become too alienated from the very fauna and flora we belong to, too afraid of begging Mother Nature Her pardon (She is very unlikely to pardon us).

!asklemmy@lemmy.world

LOL

Essentially an animal-wise “The Voice”. Interesting how the owls were depicted, and the owlet singing with ecstatic dilated pupils, so amazing!

!showerthoughts@lemmy.world

Hard to defeat a big Bubo bubo when you got no wings and not even half the size of the Featherly Queen of all birds. Best case scenario for them, Tom would end up squeezed together with Jerry inside Jerry’s shelter, both trapped inside, both shaking intensely and fearing for their lives as Ollie surrounds the entrance, the whole place shaking as she does an evil laughing “Hoo-hoo-hoooo, hoooo, hoooo”. The big Ollie’s talons with sharp claws would be visible hovering next to the floor at the other side of the entrance as she’s prowling and encircling it. Tom’s stomach would start rumbling, both Tom and Jerry look at each one’s eyes, Jerry with a face asking for Tom’s mercy and Tom with a sad face pointing at his own belly, Jerry closes his eyes sincerely and nods negatively, then both jump out of scare as the ground shakes again with another “hoo-hoooo” from Ollie, both Tom and Jerry would end up hugging tightly and trembling as Ollie peeks at the entrance with her large, scary orange eyes, owl’s typical grumpy face, ear tufts doubling as devilish horns before she does the Bubo bubo-esque smile at them and tries to squeeze her talon through the shelter’s entrance towards them both, who are already pushing against the wall.

Maybe they could team up with Kau* the raven and hope he and his cawing friends could shoo her away “and once again the day was saved by Kau, for now… (credits unroll)”. But guess this is as anticlimactic as my sadistic storytelling. lol

*: Wordpun for “caw!” (a crow’s call)

!showerthoughts@lemmy.world

@FriendOfDeSoto@startrek.website
(For some reason your instance startrek.website isn’t returning your comment for any of the instances where I have an account, so I’m trying to reply you through a self-reply)

Do you feel the cartoon was based in reality much? A cat is a mouse’s predator too, yet the mouse lives to see another day again and again.

I live with three cats. When they see a mouse, one of them runs from it, the other thinks it’s a funny toy and try to gently pat it without harming it, and the third is too old (14y.o. cat) for ever noticing the mouse. So having a cartoon cat to fail at catching a mouse is not that far fetched from reality lol

Now, an owl is very, very unlikely to fail. In fact, the mouse doesn’t even get to notice until it’s already dangling from a tree branch.

It would be a real golden age of television finale if an owl flew into the sunset with Tom in one talon and Jerry in the other

Oh… Thank you so much for gifting my imagination such a mesmerizing scene! Now I must draw this kind of scene some time.

!showerthoughts@lemmy.world

Not sure about Calckey’s development, because it’s been some months since I migrated to Catodon and have been rarely accessing my Calckey account. What I know is that Catodon is being actively maintained by Panos, who’s been implementing several nice features and doing the necessary updates to the platform in a quite frequent basis.

!lemmy_support@lemmy.ml

I was once diagnosed (by the first psychiatrist I ever consulted with) with GAD, back when I was developing burnout from my first job developing. A decade later, I still get GAD crises sometimes, although it’s been milder than in the past.

It used to manifest as numbness on face, hands, stomach/belly and feet; an imminent sensation that “something will bring about the end of the entire world today”; a sudden, paradoxically simultaneous agoraphobia (fear of open places) and claustrophobia (fear of enclosed faces), intense vertigo/dizziness; gastrointestinal reflux, hyper salivation, an urge to drink water; tachycardia, verging the arrhythmia, and high blood pressure (easily went past 160 per 90 mmHg). I used to have it while I was working, or taking the bus to the university. At the time, the psychiatrist RX’d me Paxil, which kind of worked to curb the GAD, but worsened other things such as depression and lethargy. Eventually, after several years under treatment with Paxil, I took a calculated risk and stopped on my own because, I thought to myself, I can’t be reliant on a medication that took away my productivity and made me unemployed.

Nowadays, with no ongoing psychiatric medication, I have rarely felt the “numbness”, but the other symptoms can manifest. The whole GAD thing only happens sporadically, generally triggered by heavy emotional and situational contexts.

While I have headaches, it’s more of a migraine, happens days after I suddenly start “seeing” an uncanny face through my inner eyes, and began happening after COVID-19 so I suspect mine has something to do with a post-COVID luggage. But, then, everyone’s organisms and symptoms may differ. One thing I recommend is taking notes of when and how frequently it happens, gauging your blood pressure to check if it’s raising, and, if you can afford it, seeking a general practitioner (is this the word for “clínico-geral”, the kind of doctor who redirects the patient to the proper medical specialty? I rarely use this word outside Brazilian Portuguese contexts). And, most importantly: do not self-medicate, medications can be damaging if taken without proper and well-studied prescription from a doctor.

!nostupidquestions@lemmy.world

asking easily googleable questions

Meanwhile, Google:
-> “Here are some ways to make cheese stick to the pizza: add glue to the sauce”
-> “There are 2 'm’s in the word Gemini (G-E-M-I-N-M-I)”
-> "The number of USB ports on a motherboard depends on the model, but most have multiple USB headers, typically ranging from two to six or more. One Reddit user says: “(a literal criminal phrase that appeared in a real original Google answer that I am not going to reproduce verbatim here in this comment for ethical and legal reasons)”

Indeed it’s very E-Z googling nowadays! /s

!nostupidquestions@lemmy.world

In a volunteer-based organ donation, this is pretty feasible for a donor to know who’s gonna receive their organs. However, in a scenario such as the one you implied with your “To me everyone should be (organ donors)”, together with the increasing enshittification automation of every aspect of society (e.g. a computer system for organ matching with few or no humans in the loop), organ donation would end more like an “IRS tax declaration” system wherein you interface with a piece of code, in order for the organ transplant system to deal with such a sheer amount of donors and receivers. In other words, both the donors and the receivers would likely become mere “matching numbers” inside a DBMS and you, as a donor, would only get a machine feedback “Status of your request: ready for donation” or something in these lines.

Maybe I’m being too pessimistic, but I’ve heard and seen several cases of inequality of access to healthcare. In my country, for example, a rich and famous presenter (Fausto Silva / Faustão) from a big TV station (Rede Globo) got to receive FOUR transplants in less than two years through our public organ transplant system (“Sistema Nacional de Transplantes”) in less time than expected, while less-famous people have literally died waiting for heart and kidney transplants.

Also, and I’m not sure about the veracity of this specific news case I’m linking here, because I was unable to find any other sources confirming this specific case, but it seems to me that there’s the possibility that both the donor and the recipient can be simultaneous victims of a fraud from the administration of an hospital: https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/jaipur/organ-transplant-scam-uncovered-in-jaipur/articleshow/112053902.cms

!nostupidquestions@lemmy.world

To me everyone should be

Have you ever pondered about the logical implications of this way of thinking?

Have you ever pondered about who has the “easiest” access to organs? It’s gazillionaires like Bryan Johnson who dream of “immortality” (Death Herself entered the chat: “LOL”). Needless to say, a humble human being like us in need for an organ is very unlikely to afford it than a gazillionaire does, you probably know it.

So imagine if there were some kind of law requiring everybody’s organs to be donated: who do you think would benefit from such a law?

Furthermore, this kind of law would inevitably become a fundamentum for a new law in the lines “every person should give birth yearly” so gazillionaires could get plenty of organs to choose from a broader “genetic pool” (sic). And, suddenly, world would become a dystopian, Matrix-like human farm, harvesteable by a few “powerful”, a world where biological human existence got reduced, through the force of the corporations-states joint venture, to being born, raised and indoctrinated by the capitalist system for the legally-enforced purposes of working and reproducing yearly, until, say, the wannabe-god Jeff Bezos in his 300th anniversary demands another liver from the “peasantry” because he took too much whiskey during his last weekend’s trip to his Blue Origins LEO Stargate Resort and he needs so badly to be alive next week so he can order another round of “mandated peasantry breeding & layoff programme” at Amazon.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m not against organ donation, much to the contrary; I’m well aware there are humans in need for organs and, given I don’t really care (or at least I want not to care) about the fate of this biological garment I’ve been compelled to wear, I’d happily give mine away (if my organs were still functional despite my unhealthy habits)… except, of course, to gazillionaires; unfortunately, I wouldn’t be physically around to refuse a rich my organs, best I could do as a disembodied dæmonic entity would be haunting to hell their mansions and resorts.

!nostupidquestions@lemmy.world

!memes@lemmy.ml

IMHO, there’s no such thing as a reason to exist. It was imposed, by a principle that exists beyond the existing cosmos, to all existing things (every star stuff, thus it’s not just me and you). One of our duties is to let go of anthropocentric pretensions that “only we humans are trapped into existence”, for countless fauna and flora are in the same ship as us, many of which were already here before the first hominin ever existed. And similarly, we must let go of the geocentric pretensions that “only earthlings are trapped into existence”, for countless celestial bodies (statistically likely to be cosmic petri dishes of self-rearranging structures aka life) throughout the cosmos have existed way before Sol (the star around which this Pale Blue Dot have been orbiting) got its form. I got some spiritual beliefs on top of that (Demiurge vs Cosmic Mother, unfolding of fractals of this cosmic strife, Lucifer and Lilith, , etc) but for this specific question, I’m trying to keep it objective and more grounded on scientific reality, which is the universe is an ongoing system of unfolding causality, subjected to thermodynamic entropy, in which baryonic and nonbaryonic matter are fated to interact pointlessly and react in strictly mathematical manners. Exactly: a pure, mathematical fate. C’est la vie.

!asklemmy@lemmy.world

My practical advice would be to buy an eSIM with a new number, there are very cheap options (like one used for travel)

OP would also have to buy a new smartphone and activate it in a cafe or anywhere not their current location (due to both the GPS/AGPS and wi-fi hotspot MAC address), otherwise whatsapp would straight up lock the new account, too, given how these PII (geolocation, wi-fi hotspot and, especially, the device) are tied to an account that got suspended earlier (and this goes against most of plafforms’ terms regarding “ban evasion”). Hard resetting the smartphone doesn’t work, as smartphones have unique identifiers (such as the phone’s wi-fi adapter MAC), and using the same wi-fi may add to the factors leading to automatic locking of the account.

!mildlyinfuriating@lemmy.world

If you check who’s the topmost billionaire with a Brazilian nationality, you’ll likely find out part of why. Hint: he is portrayed in “The social network” film.

!mildlyinfuriating@lemmy.world

“Patreon has partnered with an internet infrastructure company called Cloudflare to block Al training crawlers from using the work you publish on your Patreon to train their Al models,” Conte wrote.

Oh, awesome, partnering with a corporation that just announced partnering with an AI corporation, not to mention the fact that its already a monopolistic corporation (one sixth of the entire frickin web is now in the hands of Cloudflare) whose CEO is already the richest person in the entire USian state of Utah and is being handed the godly power to dictate who can and who can’t consume the web (“are you using a privacy focused Firefox fork or using an adblocker? Oh, you shall not pass, access denied with no recourse”).

Very “anti-AI” move from Patreon. Might as well feed the content directly to the AI’s maw… What’s next, scanning people’s eyes in order to imitate Google reCAPTCHA’s recent move of requiring doing hand gestures through selfies!? As for anti-AI people among the comments cheering this clear anti-ai-washing PR move from a corporation, really? My goddess, this world is truly messed up.

!technology@lemmy.world

Never tattooed in my biological existence, although I kind of… already tattooed something myself using… Let’s say, an inkless manner… But sometimes I think of reinforcing it, which became a scar in my upper arm, through an actual tattoo, the name “לילית”. I didn’t do that yet for a few reasons:
- I know no tattoo artist/professional, and I know this must be done with proper apparata
- I know no tattoo artist/professional that would have the proper spiritual resonance
- I’m not entirely certain She wants me to tattoo this specific name, for She has many names and She may decide to begin manifesting through other name and/or through other specific language (e.g. 𒀭𒊩𒆤𒇲).
- Also financial reasons.

I sometimes also think of tattooing Her seal/sigil and/or the crescent moon and/or an owl.

!asklemmy@lemmy.world

Thanks! I didn’t know about Russell’s ten commandments (maybe it’s widely known but I didn’t know until now), got to learn about these through your comment.