The one I’m using now is part of a batch of 4 that I found in the trash at my workplace. It’s a big Cherry G-80 which linear, non-clicky black switches.
Its a very simple, old-school “aged” white keyboard, with some marks still from mistreatment, probably when throwing away.
Typing is delicious. The keys offer a satisfying resistance until they bottom out. They register the press before that point though. They never miss, and can be silent or somewhat musical, depending on the fingers attack.
I use Nicotine+. It connects to the Soulseek network. I find many audiobooks there. Usually fast downloads. People share directly from their computers.
I‘m in a city in Europe and I don’t own a car. I commute by bike. It’s around 11 km from home and it takes me around 40 minutes.
I don’t care if it rains or snows. I always carry a set of waterproof pants and raincoat in my bike pack; helmet keeps my head mostly dry. At work I have a complete spare set of clothes which I almost never actually use.
In winter it gets to a few degrees Celsius below zero but I never had any problems with temperature. The exercise keeps me warm.
In some rare occasions (this winter for example) it snows a lot and at some point the bike lanes become unusable. Then I have to take the public transport.
My bike was expensive. It has all the bells and whistles: hydraulic disk brakes, lights with dynamo, hub gear, belt drive, luggage rack. You can probably get a cheaper one and you don’t really need all those treats.
But I had very little problems over the years and had do almost zero maintenance. I also always carry a minimal set of tools in a pouch attached to the chassis, in case I have to patch a tyre.
The exercise and freedom of biking makes me arrive to places happy and full of energy. I usually listen to audiobooks, podcasts or music on the way so it’s fun and I usually look forward to it.
I believe they feel they have power and are superior to you because they have more knowledge. And you know how people tend to act in that circumstances.
I remember my parents holding my hand in the street. I remember there were two ways of docking the hands, and one of them felt wrong. I remember always trying to correct the hold if it was the wrong one. I don’t remember disliking hand holding per se.
Nowadays I hold my kid’s hand when on the street or entering the subway or similar. And if I’m not holding hands, I have mine very near and almost always keep contact with the body ever so slightly. I’m not taking any chance. I guess the circle has closed.
I think the passing of time, as in waiting, is an experience of the mind. Without a waiting mind, the length of time is just another number out there, like the distance between the edges of the universe. If after the dark finale of this universe there exists another event that spawns a conscious mind, there is no actual waiting happening between this universe bright, starry second and the next one.
The one I’m using now is part of a batch of 4 that I found in the trash at my workplace. It’s a big Cherry G-80 which linear, non-clicky black switches.
Its a very simple, old-school “aged” white keyboard, with some marks still from mistreatment, probably when throwing away.
Typing is delicious. The keys offer a satisfying resistance until they bottom out. They register the press before that point though. They never miss, and can be silent or somewhat musical, depending on the fingers attack.
It’s truly a simple pleasure to type on it!
Typing on a mechanical keyboard.
Agree. I like how you call them USAians. They normally think they are the only country in America.
Claude is trying to escape.
I did this before discovering one could change the CPU’s thermal paste.
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes and office fires can too
Exactly what dubyakay said. Also you don’t have to share anything if you don’t want to. No automatic upload.
I use Nicotine+. It connects to the Soulseek network. I find many audiobooks there. Usually fast downloads. People share directly from their computers.
I‘m in a city in Europe and I don’t own a car. I commute by bike. It’s around 11 km from home and it takes me around 40 minutes.
I don’t care if it rains or snows. I always carry a set of waterproof pants and raincoat in my bike pack; helmet keeps my head mostly dry. At work I have a complete spare set of clothes which I almost never actually use.
In winter it gets to a few degrees Celsius below zero but I never had any problems with temperature. The exercise keeps me warm.
In some rare occasions (this winter for example) it snows a lot and at some point the bike lanes become unusable. Then I have to take the public transport.
My bike was expensive. It has all the bells and whistles: hydraulic disk brakes, lights with dynamo, hub gear, belt drive, luggage rack. You can probably get a cheaper one and you don’t really need all those treats.
But I had very little problems over the years and had do almost zero maintenance. I also always carry a minimal set of tools in a pouch attached to the chassis, in case I have to patch a tyre.
The exercise and freedom of biking makes me arrive to places happy and full of energy. I usually listen to audiobooks, podcasts or music on the way so it’s fun and I usually look forward to it.
This is very good advice and the actual correct way of doing it.
I believe they feel they have power and are superior to you because they have more knowledge. And you know how people tend to act in that circumstances.
I used to listen to the French Mafia K-1 Fry.
It‘s for wetting your hand while on the toilet. This enables you to wipe and clean your ass with your wet hand.
I agree, but also suspect that the legal system is not equally applied to everyone. Specially in totalitarian states like the US.
“Pringao”. Can be understood as looser. Quite offensive. Can be suffixed with “de mierda” o prefixed with “puto” to enhance the rudeness.
I strongly feel people at home or work (if in your team) shouldn’t count.
I remember my parents holding my hand in the street. I remember there were two ways of docking the hands, and one of them felt wrong. I remember always trying to correct the hold if it was the wrong one. I don’t remember disliking hand holding per se.
Nowadays I hold my kid’s hand when on the street or entering the subway or similar. And if I’m not holding hands, I have mine very near and almost always keep contact with the body ever so slightly. I’m not taking any chance. I guess the circle has closed.
Might give it a spin, currently using Organic Maps.
I think the passing of time, as in waiting, is an experience of the mind. Without a waiting mind, the length of time is just another number out there, like the distance between the edges of the universe. If after the dark finale of this universe there exists another event that spawns a conscious mind, there is no actual waiting happening between this universe bright, starry second and the next one.