About a decade ago I was playing a game on Linux and the game crashed and took the entire DE with it. So I went to a different tty and started a fresh x desktop session and started playing again until the game crashed again (I was running a bunch of mods so it would crash every couple of hours or so) and still didn’t feel like rebooting so I went to yet another tty and started yet another x desktop session. I did this about 3 times in total before I finally went “I should probably actually reboot because this has to be making a bigger mess of things”
I’m not sure if it counts as underground (it’s been around for ages), but if you’ve never thought about how your shoelaces contribute to the overall fit and comfort of your shoe, I’d recommend giving Ian’s shoelace site a visit.
Capitalism makes me view the world and society as manufactured. Nothing I buy brings me true happiness, because it is just a means to survive or bring some bare minimum amount of comfort. Nothing out there to watch, play, read, listen to brings authentic joy as they once did, knowing how much capitalism has affected all of those mediums.
I've had to watch my dreams and ambitions die on the chopping block, because they'd require a level of financial stability or requirement I'd never ever get to see in my life even now.
They say you should turn your hobbies into a job. Well to me, my idea of a hobby is to enjoy and to escape. To monetize it, would mean I have to let that toxic friend be more of a friend than I am already at a discomfort with being my unintentional friend in the first place.
I already have a very jarred and jaded outlook on everything in the world, thanks to capitalism. I even despise the word 'consumer' because that's a derogatory term to devalue people by, but we've come to accept it unfortunately.
And one day, I will be a victim of this capitalism. I am just one car repair or emergency visit away from wanting sweet release.
My most pleasant waking up experiences (in terms of my own body, not who was with me) were when I worked nights, and woke up around 4-4:30 pm.
On a day shift schedule I often feel too warm when I go to bed, and too cold when I wake up. When I worked nights, the cool mornings and the warm afternoons canceled both of those out and felt great.
As such, I only needed 6 hrs sleep when I worked nights. Now I feel groggy unless I get 8.
I set my thermostat schedule to help with that. It doesn’t work too well in the summer due to weak ac, but the heat works great in the other 3 seasons. I let it drop to about 65 around 11pm, raise to 72 around 8am, drop to 68 at 9am if I’m home or lower for work days.
+1, I have our thermostat kick down an extra degree at night to tell our bodies that it’s sleeping o’clock. It makes. A huge difference in the quality of sleep I get.
A warm shower or bath followed by cooling tricks your body into going into its sleep cycle and producing melatonin.
You could go for the 8600G/8700G APUs without a graphics card. This should give you better performance than the Steam Deck and the option to later add a graphics card.
I’ve added a screenshot of a german shop that sells these for 649€ without operating system:
TL;DR: it’s been the hardest and worst influence in my mental health at pretty much every point in my life.
We moved a lot as a kid and my parents fought a lot. Why? Because my dad was in the army because there just wasn’t economic opportunity otherwise. I still have some psychological scarring regarding food security, and I’ll have something akin to a panic attack if I eat something that tastes anything like Berry Berry Kix because we bought like a pallet of it when it was on sale one time and it’s all I had for months.
When I graduated high school in 2007, I didn’t attend the ceremony. Why? Because I needed to work. I didn’t want to be economically trapped, so I worked as much as I could so I could pay for community college and then transfer credits to a 4 year school and hopefully get some kind of scholarship based on my good grades. While in community college, that plan changed drastically because of the 2008 recession. I managed to complete my 2 year degree though, thankfully.
In 2013, my mom died. She was 51, almost 52. She was very sick in a country that doesn’t take care of the health of its people. She drank heavily from the stress of money being tight, and she smoked since a very early age, so I can’t squarely blame capitalism entirely for her early death, but doctors weren’t interested in helping somebody who was already so far gone that her death would hurt their statistics. In any case, this launched a deep depression in which I stopped finding joy in any sense of artistic expression or productivity for a long while. I stopped caring so much about whether I was alive.
Soon afterwards, while I was already at a low point, I had a boss that was extremely abusive. I learned what gaslighting is. Nothing I ever did was ever worth an attaboy, but not getting screamed at became the reward I would seek. Basically Whiplash, but with chefs instead of musicians. My employment prospects were extremely limited, so I was stuck there. I strongly considered escaping it in the only way I had control over it all, but thankfully opted for a hail mary risk that happened to pay off; I quit and took a temp job scrubbing toilets.
It’s a long story, but that led step by step to my current job operating a combined cycle power plant at about $130k/year. I met a lovely woman in July 2016, married her in September 2020 (despite the covid of it all), and we just bought our first house yesterday. Despite my eventual successes in life, I still bash this economic system because I knew that ultimately I just got really lucky. But this isn’t the ending. I wouldn’t be surprised if housing crashes again at some point and it turns out that we shouldn’t have bought. Idk, we’re just doing our best here.
I could talk for hours about how profit motivations and economic struggles caused people to clamor for returning to school and work at the peak of the pandemic, which caused a million preventable deaths, but that barely moves the needle in terms of my personal mental health. I was an “essential” worker, which really just means “expendable” but I had already come to terms with that by then. It would be more appropriate to talk about how the music industry changes have impacted my interest in making music since I know it’s astronomical that it could ever even be a hobby that pays for itself, let alone make a little extra through gigs.
I hear from people when I cook or play music or engage in other hobbies and interests that I should (paraphrasing here) find a way to monetize that. These things are my escape from capitalist hellfire. They are the pressure relief valve. Why in the fuck would I invite that vampire into my safe haven? I’d much rather give my music away or give away cooking tips. I don’t want to cater your fucking wedding. I don’t want to track how many listens my mediocre music might get on Spotify. I just want to create.
Sample batch two is the correct way to do it with one exception the date mechanism. YYYY.MM.DD is the correct format that should always be used in any naming convention.
The best setup I’ve ever seen was: YYYY.MM.DD - LTxx example 2014.07.15 - 1804 LT was the lab tech # and xx was the sample # associated with the lab tech and date.
As someone who lived through Y2K not using 4 digits for year just makes me itchy. The rest would be fantastic for a large multi building setup like Mayo.
But you can represent up to 999 lab techs with only 1 more digit. Or 946 lab techs with just 2 alpha numeric characters. Heck just 2 letters gets you 676 combinations. About 17,000 combos with 3 letters and more than 40,000 if you use 3 alphanumeric characters.
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