And still at it. Hahaha. Tightened it up a bit more. It's now 2-strikes and the IP is blocked. Seems they have lots of IPs, though.. Iran Germany, Belgium, all over.

What they don't know is that even if they succeed in the bajillion to one password guessing game, they'll hit my own encrypted 2FA. You don't get to log in unless the app (that I wrote) on my phone says yes.

Show thread

We pay tribute to the men & women who took up arms and stood to fight the Russian invaders.
They will not be forgotten.

RIP – Vadym Prokopchuk, Vladyslav Shein, Volodymyr Vylianskyi, Volodymyr Tyshchenko

Rest in Peace

In case you missed it, Teamsters are striking at Amazon warehouses and the police are breaking picket lines to make way for Amazon vans.

labornotes.org/2024/12/cops-bu

They're still at it. Never seen an attack this relentless.

Well, keep at it guys. You'll run out of IP addresses centuries before you succeed. Lol. (IP lockouts are permanent until I manually override.)

Show thread

Three more lockouts while I was writing the above.

I sometimes wonder if I seem like a more interesting target because I have security so strictly enforced.

Show thread

Interesting. Over the past half hour my server has come under heavy login-attempt attack and from lots of different "countries" -- Pakistan, Netherlands, Hungary, USA, India. It's probably that huge hacking operation based in Wyoming.

No worries, though. 3-strikes IP lockout and passwords are random strings. Still amusing, though because there are definitely more interesting targets than me.

@Npars01 This has already been an issue in Tornado Alley. Radar or storm guidance via anything but a storm radio means 30s+ of timed video ads before seeing any actionable information, while your phone starts burning your hand processing four video streams at once, frying your battery so it won't have more than an hour of juice left if the disaster does hit you directly.

Wealthy people can pay to bypass some amount of that, of course, but they're more likely to have reinforced shelters.

Gas stoves can emit a whole bunch of pollutants, including carbon monoxide and methane.

While we measured those gases, we largely focused on nitrogen dioxide, which irritates your respiratory system, and benzene, a carcinogen.

These are the two pollutants with demonstrative health effects that scientists at PSE Healthy Energy find most frequently.

The World Health Organization sets guidelines for safe exposure to nitrogen dioxide and benzene:

🔸Nitrogen dioxide, exposure for a short time of an hour: 100 parts per billion
Nitrogen dioxide, chronic exposure: 5.3 parts per billion

🔸Benzene: “No safe level can be recommended”
That means if I’m baking cookies and frying potato pancakes and spike the level of nitrogen dioxide in the air up past 100 ppb, WHO recommends I only breathe that in for an hour.

And if I’m always breathing in more than 5.3 ppb, I need to figure out some better form of ventilation.

Nitrogen dioxide “is one of the clearest things that negatively impacts our respiratory health,” said Carlos Gould, assistant professor at UC San Diego School of Public Health.

“It makes your respiratory system, your throat, your lungs really angry.”

Studies dating back to the 1970s have found an association between nitrogen dioxide and respiratory issues like asthma and chronic obstructive pulmonary disease
kqed.org/science/1995336/heres

Elon Musk’s mother, Maye Musk, is facing criticism after suggesting that people should have children regardless of whether or not they can afford them.

Now we know where #elon 💩 got his brains from...

The arrogance of the rich is boggling at times as they have never had to worry about making choices like buying groceries or paying the rent and utility bills.
The cost of a baby in a hospital with ZERO complications for the mother OR child is $13-$18K

#deportelon

independent.co.uk/life-style/e

The Internet didn't make people stupid. But it did end up helping to make it EASIER for people to become stupid.

❝Far right news isn't a for-profit concern, it's a loss-leader for oligarch-friendly policies.

It's a steal: a million bucks' worth of news buys America's ultra-rich a billion dollars' worth of tax-cuts and the right to maim their workers and poison their customers for profit.❞

Nail on the head from @pluralistic:
pluralistic.net/2024/12/12/the

'... the large blue (Phengaris arion), declared extinct in 1979. A meticulous programme of reintroduction since the early 90s means its range now covers swaths of south-west England.'

'Underpinning it all was understanding its highly specialised lifecycle. As well as feeding on wild thyme, the large blue depends on one heat-loving ant, Myrmica sabuleti, to take its pupae into its nest.'

theguardian.com/environment/20

This came from A Word A Day. It fits the right-wing servants of dooH niboR who whip up poor fools to vote to cut their income to help the rich. A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the axe for the axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood he was one of them. -Turkish proverb

"Over the years, college students have often come to my office distraught, unable to think of what they might be able to do to stop the terrible losses caused by an industrial growth economy run amok. So much dying, so much destruction. I tell them about Mount Saint Helens, the volcano that blasted a hole in the Earth in 1980, only a decade before they were born.

Those scientists were so wrong back in 1980, I tell my students. When they first climbed from the helicopters, holding handkerchiefs over their faces to filter ash from the Mount Saint Helens eruption, they did not think they would live long enough to see life restored to the blast zone. Every tree was stripped gray, every ridgeline buried in cinders, every stream clogged with toppled trees and ash. If anything would grow here again, they thought, its spore and seed would have to drift in from the edges of the devastation, long dry miles across a plain of cinders and ash. The scientists could imagine that– spiders on silk parachutes drifting over rubble and plain, a single samara spinning into the shade of a pumice stone. It was harder to imagine the time required for flourishing to return to the mountains – all the dusty centuries.

But here they are today: On the mountain, only thirty-five years later, these same scientists are on their knees, running their hands over beds of moss below lupine in lavish purple bloom. Tracks of mice and fox wander along a stream, and here, beside a ten-foot silver fir, a coyote’s twisted scat grows mushrooms. What the scientists know now, but didn’t understand then, is that when the mountain blasted ash and rock across the landscape, the devastation passed over some small places hidden in the lee of rocks and trees. Here, a bed of moss and deer fern under a rotting log. There under a boulder, a patch of pearly everlasting and the tunnel to a vole’s musty nest. Between stones in a buried stream, a slick of algae and clustered dragonfly larvae. Refugia, they call them: places of safety where life endures. From the refugia, mice and toads emerged blinking onto the blasted plain. Grasses spread, strawberries sent out runners. From a thousand, ten thousand, maybe countless small places of enduring life, forests and meadows returned to the mountain.

I have seen this happen. I have wandered the edge of Mount Saint Helens vernal pools with ecologists brought to unscientific tears by the song of meadowlarks in this place.

My students have been taught, as they deserve to be, that the fossil-fueled industrial growth culture has brought the world to the edge of catastrophe. They don’t have to “believe in” climate change to accept this claim. They understand the decimation of plant and animal species, the poisons, the growing deserts and spreading famine, the rising oceans and melting ice. If it’s true that we can’t destroy our habitats without destroying our lives, as Rachel Carson said, and if it’s true that we are in the process of laying waste to the planet, then our ways of living will come to an end – some way or another, sooner or later, gradually or catastrophically – and some new way of life will begin. What are we supposed to do? What is there to hope for at the end of this time? Why brother trying to patch up the world while so many others seem intent on wrecking it?

These are terrifying questions for an old professor; thank god for the volcano’s lesson. I tell them about the rotted stump that sheltered spider eggs, about a cupped cliff that saved a fern, about all the other refugia that brought life back so quickly to the mountain. If destructive forces are building under our lives, then our work in this time and place, I tell them, is to create refugia of the imagination. Refugia, places where ideas are sheltered and encouraged to grow.

Even now, we can create small pockets of flourishing, and we can make ourselves into overhanging rock ledges to protect life so that the full measure of possibility can spread and reseed the world. Doesn’t matter what it is, I tell my students; if it’s generous to life, imagine it into existence. Create a bicycle cooperative, a seed-sharing community, a wildlife sanctuary on the hill below the church. Raise butterflies with children Sing duets to the dying. Tear out the irrigation system and plant native grass. Imagine water pumps. Imagine a community garden in the Kmart parking lot. Study ancient corn. Teach someone to sew. Learn to cook with the full power of the sun at noon.

We don’t have to start from scratch. We can restore pockets of flourishing life ways that have been damaged over time. Breach a dam. Plant a riverbank. Vote for schools. Introduce the neighbors to one another’s children. Celebrate the solstice. Slow a river course with a fallen log. Tell stories of how indigenous people live on the land. Clear the grocery carts out of the stream.

Maybe most effective of all, we can protect refugia that already exist. They are all around us. Protect the marshy ditch behind the mall. Work to ban poisons from the edges of the road. Save the hedges in your neighborhood. Boycott what you don’t believe in. Refuse to participate in what is wrong. There is hope in this: An attention that notices and celebrates thriving where it occurs; a conscience that refuses to destroy it.

From these sheltered pockets of moral imagining, and from the protected pockets of flourishing, new ways of living will spread across the land, across the salt plains and beetle killed forests. Here is how life will start anew. Not from the edges over centuries of invasion; rather from small pockets of good work, shaped by an understanding that all life is interdependent, and driven by the one gift humans have that belongs to no other: practical imagination – the ability to imagine that things can be different from what they are now."

— Kathleen Dean Moore: Great Tide Rising

Sen. Elizabeth Warren leads a group of top Democrats in demanding answers from Dr. Oz on his "previous advocacy for Medicare privatization."

Trump picked Oz to run the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services.

"In the wake of that nomination, we write regarding our concerns about your advocacy for the elimination of Traditional Medicare and your deep financial ties to private health insurers." tinyurl.com/yc4yv5xk

Show older
Qoto Mastodon

QOTO: Question Others to Teach Ourselves
An inclusive, Academic Freedom, instance
All cultures welcome.
Hate speech and harassment strictly forbidden.