The only thing more nerve-wracking than watching people clamber around 60 metres above the ground – posting about it on Mastodon with no idea if I’m throwing around the right nautical terms in the alt text. Masts. Mast-climbers. Climbing. Clambering. Cables. Ropes. Rigging. Who knows.
@osma@Pepijn My experience is that it is more of a problem these days because there are so many more cargo bikes and e-bikes. Which is a great thing, but it changes the requirements for how many and what kind of bikes fit at bike racks.
"The bike I ride the most km on doesn't have a motor, but its gears are e-actuated. I call it the "bike with mike.""
@Pepijn Ah, interesting! I didn't know 'acoustic bike' was a general term and I am happy to learn it is. I've just been using it as my own shorthand for 'not an electric bike'. My bike mechanic uses the term 'rugbrødscykel'. I didn't think Ryebread Bike would catch on in English. Although I do like the idea of calling them Brown Bread Bikes.
@Pepijn Oh agreed! I only say 'bikes' normally. There are just specific contexts in which it's necessary to distinguish. The bike mechanic asks when you book a full service because it gives an idea how long it'll take her. When I'm grumbling about bike racks, there are specific problems because rack design doesn't accommodate e-bikes and cargo bikes. Although now that you say it, I may start saying horseless buggies for all of them.
I am taking the liberty of using your toot thread to note that there's still time for citizens in Denmark to sign the citizen petition telling the government to 'Get Rid of Palantir'.
'Afskaf Palantir i Danmark' - closing date for signatures is 16th August.
37° heat is depressing. So is the way we’re dealing with climate collapse. The language we’re using, the excuses we’re making. Making heat records a game, excitedly watching to see if Number Goes Up. The news said the latest temperature had ‘ruined the chance of another new record’. And we all seem to agree that, conveniently, there’s no use in inconveniencing ourselves personally by consuming less or not flying until the day after every billionaire has given up their private jet.
A curiosity I noticed at the library sale. Normally there's loads of room at the tables where the CDs are laid out according to genre. This year, I had to trip up twentysomethings and throw teenagers over my shoulder to get to them. Individually and in groups, they were seriously curating pop and rock sale CDs. I saw Rod Stewart, Duran Duran, Talking Heads and Missy Eliott on their piles. Anecdotally, I wondered if this was a sign of younger people resisting streaming and digital capture.
"They also made their own stone drill or perforator (a sharp stone tool that would have been used to drill or punch holes in hides, bone, and other materials) and tested it on three human teeth.
Two of the teeth were museum specimens, whose age and context curators didn’t know, making them less useful for other kinds of research. But one, an upper left third molar with an untreated cavity, came straight from the mouth of one of the authors—for science!"
”What kept her in the kingdom was the previously unimaginable condition of not having to think about money, because that’s what money gives you: the freedom to stop thinking about money. If you’ve never been without, then you won’t understand the profundity of this, how absolutely this changes your life."
Our local independent bookshop has a monthly ‘mystery book’ subscription. The staff have hand-crafted teeny tiny editions of each title they’ve included so far. Each book cover is a faithful rendition of the real one. Amazon could never. AI could never.
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