Very cool, thanks for the detail.

Not even. The Intel 8008 didn’t even break 1MHz and that was a few years later.

I don’t know what they used on the moon landing, though.

That’s a shame. I wonder if they’re losing money on them now. Always been borderline.

In the case of deeds, i think it is desirable because it gives you an immutable history of ownership.

There are other problems but i don’t believe that is one.

I do potatoes in my instant pot but leave the water in, it just gets absorbed. So the salt is effective in that case. I salt the potatoes themselves and toss them before adding the water, too, so they should get reasonably seasoned.

Also i use soup stock.

Mashed, though.

I was thinking that with legal backing, blockchain could be a good record of ownership for deeds. Like NFTs but for physical property.

The history of ownership and the public visibility are good features there.

Wonderful story!

Ngl that’s the post that inspired me :D

Oh, gorgeous! She is a worthy house panther.

It is rare! These rescues came to us through a friend of a friend in the southern USA (Los Angeles, i think), and wended their way over here in BC Canada. I think in warmer climates you’ll see it more.

True!

Taxing wealth strikes me as like trying to scoop out the ocean. We have to recreate beaver dams and restore the metaphorical flood plains. Spread out and soak in. The water table is going down and the land is subsiding; moving some water isn’t enough.

Bottles, time to bottle, and distribution are worth compensation

And the stupid plastic casing they now use. I can feel myself microdosing plastic just thinking about it.

He frequently does things that make recipes 2% better for 50% more effort. Which is appreciated, but often a little silly. Sometimes though it is well worth it.

The torment nexus is very profitable.

Avoiding civilian deaths is woke

Some of it is metallurgical coal…but yeah, big drop will happen eventually

Pete Hoekstra needs the same treatment. Contemptible sacks of shit, both of them. Probably others.

Hymn of Breaking Strain, Kipling

1 The careful text-books measure (Let all who build beware!) The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder Lets down the grinding span, The blame of loss, or murder, Is laid upon the man. Not on the Stuff—the Man! 2 But in our daily dealing With stone and steel, we find The Gods have no such feeling Of justice toward mankind. To no set gauge they make us— For no laid course prepare— And presently o’ertake us With loads we cannot bear: Too merciless to bear.
3 The prudent text-books give it In tables at the end– The stress that shears a rivet Or makes a tie-bar bend— What traffic wrecks macadam— What concrete should endure— But we, poor Sons of Adam Have no such literature, To warn us or make sure! 4 We hold all Earth to plunder— All Time and Space as well— Too wonder-stale to wonder At each new miracle; Till, in the mid-illusion Of Godhead 'neath our hand, Falls multiple confusion On all we did or planned— The mighty works we planned. 5 We only of Creation (Oh, luckier bridge and rail!) Abide the twin damnation—
To fail and know we fail. Yet we–by which sure token We know we once were Gods— Take shame in being broken However great the odds— The Burden or the Odds. 6 Oh, veiled and secret Power Whose paths we seek in vain, Be with us in our hour Of overthrow and pain; That we–by which sure token We know Thy ways are true— In spite of being broken, Because of being broken, May rise and build anew. Stand up and build anew!