mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you
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Welcome to the Protestant Work Ethic where if you are not working for 16 hours a day you are a Sinner that will Burn In Hell. Unless of course you are rich in which case you are Blessed by God and can go to Heaven without lifting a finger.
heard a story on a podcast that some Christian missionaries showed these rural Cambodian farmers how to double their crop yields. the missionaries came back a year later and were surprised the Cambodians had grown basically the same amount of crops but the farmers were like “yeah this is great, we got everything we need for the year and only had to do half as much work”
and if that doesn't tell you everything you need to know about the current North American work environment I don't know what will
I think my history teaher mentioned something similar happening in 1700-1800's Philippines. The Spanish friars would find Filipino farmers resting by 12noon and thought they were lazy. In reality they had been working even nefore the crack of dawn.
Another reason they rested was because the carabao (Philippine water buffalo) were their main beast of burden pulling their plow through mud and soil. Usually by noon it would be too tired to keep working. Farmers would not force carabaos to ocerwork to preserve the animal's health and their own.
Re: dramatically changing 19th century dress silhouettes, thinkin about the time a whaler finally came home from a 4 year voyage and was just like ‘WHAT IS GOING ON’ when reencountering hoop skirts.
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before clicking unmute: oh i hope that this Sounds
after clicking unmute: oh it SOUNDS
Have stumbled across the first thing in my programming class that made me sigh through my nose, clench my fists, and look up at the ceiling so I don't just click out of the program saying "that's fucking bullshit."
(it's a sensible thing but it is not a *readable* thing, nesting parenthesis with math.min to get the lowest number out of five variables and cool that is a neat trick but it's the first thing I've run up against in the class where my brain is refusing to parse it and I'm going to have to hold my pencil up to the screen to count)
*sigh* when the professor wrote the tutorial he had us declare the variable a double but he wants us to use math.min/math.max, which apparently now (?) requires the information to be a byte but didn't when he made the tutorial because it isn't addressed in the video and his thing compiled fine so my elegant solution was to use Convert.ToByte on each variable but that requires parenthesis within parenthesis and
adding random curves until the bad squiggles go away.
This is hideous and I don't actually know enough to fix this but I do know I'm going to figure something out.
In my defense, the professor's code looked like this:
parenthesis go brrrrr
Me: Parenthesis are stupid
Large Bastard: Hon, you forgot about your soup again. I think there's still a little liquid left in the pot but I turned the stove off for you.
Me:...FUCK.
That's the second time I've accidentally reduced this pot of soup by like 2/3rds tonight.
Writing this from the kitchen where I cannot look at my computer until the soup is reconstituted and put away in the fridge.
This isn't even a real assignment this is practice not graded I should just delete the minScore maxScore stuff completely, test the program, go to bed, and write the professor an email in the morning because exactly duplicating his directions resulted in an error that his work didn't produce, I've got a copy of his code in the assignment folder, it won't compile as written I don't have to figure this out right now I have to watch the soup and go to sleep (pep talk to myself in the kitchen at 1:38 am)
Me: if I leave my phone next to the soup my headphones will act as a fence to keep me out of the office so I don't try to fix this and forget the soup again.
Headphones: battery dies literally 30 seconds later, charger is in my office.
Successfully retrieved charger and closed laptop. Am waiting for rice to cook in the soup so I can season it and go to bed. Tiny bastard is furious that I'm awake and not sharing chicken from the soup with her.
Will argue with parentheses in the morning.
Girl help I told large bastard about this and he started writing perl at me.
He is, like, personally offended that the professor has chosen to nest the numbers like this and generated a variable sorting function in like a minute while griping about my school.
Now, that's not actually helpful. But it is funny.
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