If you--like me until a few minutes ago--can't find any updates about the power failure and subsequet desynchronization of the atomic clocks at Boulder, this is where NIST make their announcements:
https://groups.google.com/a/list.nist.gov/g/internet-time-service
Hope that helps.
(It took me hours reaching the state of mind needed for a goddamn multi-step search but I did it. Less salty now. Concentration still janky.)
TIL the word trucho (late Lunfardo, ca. 1970, meaning "fake") made its way to Spain and it's in somewhat common usage there. Unsurprised but amused.
Had to block someone who disagreed with me in that ships, aircraft and spacecraft are always female. Will you people ever learn?
Buen día, miserables.
Turno para la hispanósfera. Caso poco conocido (Turquía), circulando en inglés (versión abominable "traducida" por ChatGPT, a la que no daré difusión), de un cruce cómico y grotesco entre burocracia termocefálica y metrología fantástica, por así llamarla.
Omitiendo un montón de detalles: estudio de desarrollo de software turco, en 1992 le venden un sistema a unos ingleses y, esto es importante, no entregan el medio físico (en ese momento hubieran sido cintas magnéticas), sino que lo transmiten por un canal de telecomunicaciones no sujeto al escrutinio de la autoridad estatal.
Craso error.
A la hora de hacer la declaración impositiva, resulta ser que el pobre empleado público a cargo no sabe cómo vincular la intangibilidad del código que fue enviado con la otra intangibilidad--no distinta pero mejor legislada--del dinero recibido también por télex o lo que sea por nuestra empresa en Turquía.
Abreviando: no sólo hubo que grabar el choclazo de bits en un soporte físico, sino convencer a un juez de que el trabajo implícito en dos bobinas de cinta magnética valía tantísima plata.
Que fue cotizada, no les jodo, en metros.
¿Metros de qué? De cinta magnética, qué pregunta.
Hay muchas reflexiones que se pueden hacer sobre la anécdota--no todas particularmente elogiosas respecto de nuestra época presuntamente más esclarecida--y las dejaré como ejercicio para el o la lector/a.
En fin.
La referencia que tengo son las palabras de Ali Akurgal, citadas aquí. Traducidas como pude con lo más primitivo que encontré, porque luddita. Y orgullosa.
"Because I'm that kind of asshole" is kind of an universal reply. We don't use it enough.
The autocoprophagous hell is this!?
https://futurism.com/advanced-transport/spacex-buying-unfathomable-number-cybertrucks
Howdy, fuckos!
Happy Flight of Luis Carrero Blanco day to those who celebrate.
Yes, I know some of you are against political violence no matter what. But killing Franco's prime minister--and appointed successor as caudillo--critically weakened the fascist, genocidal regime and made sure it would fall, as it did shortly after Franco's death.
Spain has been far from perfect either politically or socially from 1977 to this day, but worse alternate histories are easily conceivable and you wouldn't want to live in them, believe me.
By the way: the only legitimate flag of Spain is the Republican one. May the morao bug the monarchists until the last one of them is exiled or dead.
Every country can be a shithole if you're unlucky enough by birth or circumstances.
#subtoot
And finally on the day of a therapy appointment I chased for months I had to go and cancel it due to the goddamn flu and because they don't do video calls.
Entirely pissed off at people who stopped masking and won't get their fucking vaccines.
And I'm relatively healthy: you're killing other persons who aren't so lucky with their immune systems. People whom I know or knew, not case reports or statistics: they have names for me.
Oh, well, since 2020 I expect fuck-all from anyone. Go drink and drive, light firecrackers, spread conspiracies and vote for fascists too. Gonna sleep this shit off until past Christmas.
The most important feature of any social network is blocking. The most important skill to use it is preemptive blocking. And a well-curated timeline should include a number of users whose posts regularly attract block-worthy accounts.