🎓 Doc Freemo 🇳🇱 @freemo@qoto.org

#introductions Hi all! I'm super excited to learn as much as possible about EVERYTHING. This is my second account for badgering people with questions and asking for book recommendations and such, so I'm warning you 😋

Right now specifically I'm diving into theory of computation and am looking for a specific book that started with binary, hex, bar codes, telegraph machines, etc but I can't find it yet. Still looking. Cheers!

RIght. So, I finally decided to Do The Right Thing, and put my papers - published and recently submitted - into #ArXiv, for y'all to swoon over. Great.

But ArXiv will have none of it, not until somebody have endorsed me and my humble contributions. It's close to midnight here, and I could of course start calling my colleagues - after all, granting the masses access to the heart of scientific knowledge is surely a purpose that trumps any other - be it getting a good night's sleep or having one last shot of tequila, or what have you.

But perhaps somebody here are sufficiently qualified, and willing to help the progress of science? You'd need to have at least two papers in ArXiv q-bio/gn - or some other category where I can peddle my inkblots. Help?

I think it's really disgusting that facebook owns the two largest messaging apps, taking whatever of my data they want from them.

I'd love to be able to use the open-source alternative telegram, but the issue is that literally no-one I know uses them and I don't want to force people to download an app to be able to talk with me.

My research involves quantifying trace, toxic, particulate matter with neutron activation analysis. This is the neutron generator I use to irradiate air sampled filters, which are then analyzed by gamma spectroscopy.

Deuterium gas feeds into the magnetron on the left, which is ionized into plasma. The plasma strikes a deuterium film target in the chamber on the right, producing helium and a neutron beam. Aluminum then moderates the beam to thermal energy.

#nuclear #physics #neutron #instrument

https://qoto.org/media/Mm7uTzTlZYomHm-qIKc

In 1955 the new General Building Regulation came into effect. The previous one in 1929 was the one that actually blessed the creation of the #multiresidence by establishing what we say "horizontal ownership" i.e. the possibility to own just an apartment. This one is the one that actually defined how the city looks like since it was in effect during the construction of the majority of multiresidences.

#timeTravel

Midnight Dungeon, a little 1bit video game I made with #bitsy

https://pixelartm.itch.io/midnight-dungeon

#gamedev #pixelart

Ask HN: Do AI/ML companies actually have real customers?
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=17895422
#hackernews #tech

I went into the bedroom after dinner for a bit of quiet. Dinner had gone about well as it could have, given the circumstances. Lizbeth spoke even less than she did the last time, when it was just Klara. Hute had the good sense not to talk much, only grunting to the few questions Clemmie asked him. I knew another talk with Lizbeth was in the works, and I wanted to be ready.

I picked Ma’s picture up and looked it over, just like I always did. I realized as I felt its weight, though, that I wasn’t really looking at it. Like sometimes you might look at a clock and forget to note the time. Like sometimes you might ask a question, but the answer slips out of your head before it’s in there.

It was dark out the window, but not all the way. I could still see the row of corn I planted with Pa. It seemed to be coming up fine, even without any work on it. Unless maybe Lizbeth had been out there, for whatever reason, tending to it. As I pictured her there pulling up weeds, it dawned on me what my mind was after, as if a part of myself was pointing a long finger to what the rest of me should be giving attention.

The limestone. The heavy rock that - what was it Tibbets called them, the geographists? – had calculated was down there below. It was a leap to assume he was telling the truth about anything, but it made no difference. I could almost see the plants dying right there before my eyes. I could imagine the house crumbling, being torn down around me. I could see the pictures on the faces of the townsfolk as we rode our wagon out past Four Points. And, again and worst of all, I could see Clemmie playing on a dirt floor in some shell of a house we might afford down where the Good Lord knows where. Only difference was, now in the dream she had no tattered book even, no tattered book of fairy tales. All she had now was a doll stuffed with hay, and they hay pouring out from the seams, a button-eye sprung from its socket and dangling by a thread.

“He’s absolutely a madman,” I heard from behind. Rather than turn and look at Lizbeth all at once, I stared at her reflection in the window, saw her drying her hands on the front of her dress. “You were better off with just the woman, Tom J. Least Clemmie thought that woman was something.” I did not know how long I was in my state of dream, but I realized fast that it was a good while. Moonlight now lit the field by the house; there was a clean reflection of my wife in the window.

“How’s that?” I said.

“It’s a good wonder you made it this far,” Lizbeth said.

I realized I was still holding the picture and I put it down. I turned around to look at her. “How’s that?”

“Stop saying that, Tom J,” Lizbeth said. She pulled her hair up good and hard like she always did when she was good and mad. “Stop asking me ‘how’s that?’ You better have a plan, Tom J.”

“Course I do,” I said. I still didn’t understand. I was going on instinct.

“You mind telling me what it is then?” Lizbeth asked. She brought her hands down from her hair and balled her fists, put her fists on her hips. “Cause it sure as hell can’t be bringing every crazy stray dog here trying to fix that election.”

“How’s…what are you talking about, Lizbeth?”

“Is that an Injun, Tom J? That man in our kitchen? He sure as hell looks like it, clothes notwithstanding. You know what he’s doing right now? In our kitchen? In our kitchen, that crazy man is talking blasphemy and…well…he looks to be drinking himself to death. Which at his age, it isn’t far to go and I wonder how he made it this long. And what’s he have in that pipe? Smells like he shoved some leaves in there and added every spice he could get his hands on. You would think a man so invested in his comforts could afford a pair of shoes. The Injun is not wearing shoes, Tom J.”

So! It's time for another #RandomQuestion .

I'll keep it simple for the weekend. No brain busters:

What's your favorite soup?

As a Jewish Man, I am legally obligated to answer 'My Mother's Chicken Soup'. (It's also true.)

Hi my name is Varun. I am from India The reason I am here so I can share my thoughts and views freely. I love music, traveling animals, nature Seeking some good friends whom I can share my feelings. Want an partner. Interested in women
#introduction

Prediction Markets: When Do They Work?
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=17889249
#hackernews #tech

NAFTA: Don’t Trade Away the Internet
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=17889088
#hackernews #tech

Hey everyone. New to qoto and new to the whole mastadon! Really excited to be on a new social media! Now to convince all my friends and family... #introduction #introductions