It was a pretty miserable 24 hours when I did it recently, but it'll pass! Really makes you appreciate how nice it is not to be sick (which also serves as a reminder for why you're doing it in the first place!). Get yourself wrapped up in a nice warm blankie and make sure to drink lots of fluids (I did not do the latter and ended up constipated as hell). Hang in there!
Thank you for the extensive write-up--will be checking it out later! I really want to tackle some Marxist works and I'm sure this will be an invaluable resource to getting the most out of them.
As for nested bullets, you need to prepend two spaces per level, like so:
Also: The cop actually had the nerve, when I asked about pressing charges, to say, "For what?" I said, dumbfounded, "For ASSAULT." And he was like, "Well, you went to his door."
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Okay, so what would you do if a neo-Naz*, white supremacist who called on a holy war against J*ws and is a loud, proud misogynist lives in your town, you are a Jewish feminist and you know his address?
Further, what would you do if friend after friend messaged you with his address and told you that you should pop over since you live in the same town and report what it looks like from outside his home at 1826 S. Home, Berwyn, IL 60402?
Are there boxes potentially possessing dog poo? Are there boxes potentially possessing used menstrual products?
What would you do if it's a Sunday and you've done your work for the day? Pop over there, you would. You're a good friend, you're curious as well.
So that is what I did.
I shot a short video, less than two minutes, from the public property of the sidewalk outside this address, noting that there were no boxes. As I did, a woman pulled up in her car, rolled down her window and was like, "Is this where the douchebag lives?" (Paraphrasing.) And I was like, "l think so!" and we laughed about his incel ass for a minute. Then she was like, "You should ring his doorbell and see what he has to say for himself." (Again, paraphrasing.) And I have one serious weakness. It's chocolate. Okay, I have two, one more relevant for this situation. I cannot back down from anything that even smacks of a dare. So I figured ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. There were no "no solicitors" signs up and, believe it or not, I would have respected that.
So I rang the doorbell, he immediately swung the door open like he was at damn Waco, sprayed me with a burning liquid (Pepper spray? Mace?) and pushed me down the stairs onto his sidewalk. I rolled into a protective position because I was anticipating kicks or stomps, he grabbed my phone, ran back inside, bolted the door and shut the blinds. Friends, it is dark in there, like a bunker.
I have video. I am holding onto that for evidence.
The woman in the car, probably feeling shitty for encouraging me to do it, called the cops and made a report. She begged me to get in the car with her because she was scared for my safety but I wasn't going anywhere. Thanks, mysterious friend, for calling the cops because I obviously did not have a phone. We should get tea and talk about old times! You are also my main witness.
Anyway, I gave my full statement to the cop (Fuentes gave one separately and gave "no comment" as his statement) and the cop called an ambulance to check my eyes after being sprayed. (The cop gave me my phone back, which may be damaged after the incel stomped it like Rumpelstiltskin, which is why the pictures are pictures my husband took from my phone, as it's no longer operational.) The nice EMTs took my vitals in the ambulance, too. I am a little sore on my right side, where I fell, but I'm fine.
Nicky, your little spray is as weak as you are. I hate to tell you to invest in a new brand but I didn't even need eye wash.
Anyway, the cop, the EMTs and my husband* all asked, "Why did you ring the doorbell?!" kind of incredulously. I don't know, why not? Again, no "no soliciting" sign and I was showing off for my new friend. Also, I think threatening women and girls everywhere deserves some kind of an explanation.
I want to make it very dear that I am not whining about being pushed down the steps and pepper sprayed by a 26-year-old who then took possession of and possibly broke my phone. I'm 57- years-old and 5'1" so it's kind of funny that he's have this melodramatic reaction to me but here we are. I guess thems are the breaks when you're despised by about half the country and millions overseas as well. lid be touchy as well but, then again, I'm not making r*pe jokes or demeaning bodily autonomy.
I don't know if he's done this to others or I was the tipping point, but Fuentes is a little on edge.
So if you wanted to send Nicky a care package but were concerned you might not have the correct address, this is all to say, it is confirmed: 1826 S. Home, Berwyn, IL is the correct address. 💩🩸
* I have forgiven my husband. He made me a nice vegan hot chocolate with mini-marshmallows.
PS - Fuentes is a VEWY fwightened widdew man. Don't ring the doorbell. He's a little on edge. Go figure!
PPS - Should I file a police report? Yes, I rang his doorbell (did not hop a fence or anything) but I does that merit assault and property damage?
PPPS - Yes, I know the pictures are blurry. Believe me or don't believe me. They are pictures my husband took with his phone camera off my phone because there was no way of sending them otherwise.
PPPPS - Please stop telling me to stop by Nick Fuentes' home at 1826 S. Home, Berwyn. It makes him feel unsafe when people pop over. Imagine being a proud internet troll and being this scared.
I'm playing piano! Just picked it up in the last few years, but I've been playing guitar for many years (although I'm not that great at guitar either--I'd put myself at "serviceable metal rhythm guitarist" at best). Can't use my usual cheap tricks from guitar (bends, hammer-ons and pull-offs, tapping, etc.) so I feel pretty naked on piano, but you've got to start somewhere!
Yeah, improvising is tough. There is a literally infinite space of possibilities, so the tendency is just to stick to what you know. I think the hardest part is that progress is so unclear. Like, if you gave me the most incredibly technically challenging piece you can think of--some blistering prog metal solo on guitar, or some devilish Liszt piece on piano--there's no way I'll be able to play it well at my current skill level, but if I sat down for an hour I could probably half-ass a single bar at a slow tempo and you'd be like, "Oh yeah, that kinda sounds right." It might seem insignificant, but being able to confidently say "I can play 0.1% more of this piece than I could before I sat down!" helps so much with motivation.
With improvisation, you not only have to come up with interesting musical ideas, but you also have to translate them onto your instrument in real time. It's a blend of creativity, musical vocabulary, musical ear, and technical ability that takes a long time to cultivate, and until you've cultivated it you're gonna sound pretty unmusical for a while. I think kids have an easier time, since they judge themselves less and have less context for what they "should" sound like, but as adults we already know what we'd like to sound like and where we are now seems so far away. So I might sit down and practice for half an hour without an obvious indicator of how I've improved. Maybe I got a bit better at keeping my bass steady in the left hand while playing different rhythms in the right hand. Maybe I got a little better at navigating the scale(s). But even then, it's not like I can make a good sounding solo, so it requires a lot of willpower to stay motivated.
As a small child, I remember improvising before I even knew what that was--just playing a bunch of notes, exploring different sounds, and having fun with it. I hope that as I slowly practice and gain more confidence, I'll be able to express myself more freely and access those deeper emotions even as an adult, insecurities and all.
Made my first substantial open source contribution ever recently and it feels fantastic! It's something I've wanted to do for years, but it always seemed scary and overwhelming, and I was afraid that I would make any project worse by contributing to it. But I managed to find the perfect little project: only a few major contributors, very low-key, lots of low hanging fruit, and interesting enough to keep me motivated. That last part is especially important, since I really struggle with frustration tolerance. I was amazed at how many points I'd hit a wall, feel like I just couldn't do it, and then push through--reading documentation, poring over the existing codebase, trying anything I could think of--finally coming out the other side having learned a bunch of new stuff and solved a problem.
Already tackling my next contribution. My strategy is to keep tackling slightly more ambitious tasks each time so I can keep learning new things and keep the interest high while not getting to frustrated. Who knows--maybe I'll even become a major contributor! Even if I don't, I'm hoping to take the lessons I learn from this project to help me contribute to other projects and also just remind myself in general that I'm capable of way more than I give myself credit for.
Other than that, I'm still keeping my months-long daily walk outside streak alive, and I'm also just getting started with learning how to musically improvise (like, actually improvise, not just mindlessly go up and down the pentatonic scale). Improvisation is incredibly intimidating, and I have trouble with spontaneity in general, but my teacher is really helping me break things down and I can see myself making teensy bits of progress.
My goals for the rest of the week are to get in daily improvisation practice and also spend some time on my own personal coding project (will update this post as I get in those daily practice sessions--first one will be later on today!)
Day 1 improv practice: ✅
Day 2: ✅ (could only muster about 10 minutes, but that's better than 0!)
Having been here since basically the beginning of the site (not my first account), my usual approach to struggle sessions is to just close Hexbear for a few days and hope things sort themselves out, and that's gonna be my approach here as well...I'm just not good with conflict, and I don't tend to have strong opinions about these things anyway.
I have faith that we can grow from this experience and make our community more welcoming as a whole through an updated CoC as well as improve communication between admins/mods and the wider user base (I didn't spend much time in the original announcement thread but it seems like this is the main sticking point and source of acrimony).
Things may get heated, but try to remember the comrade on the other side of the screen and be kind to each other
Wait, I could have sworn we had an emote like that for ages--like, I know people have posted an image of a deeply-nested thread multiple times for that same purpose.
Hell yes to pop music! For me, it was more thinking metal was "real" music, though. And don't get me wrong--I authentically enjoyed metal as a teen, and I will still listen to it on occasion now. It's hard to beat metal if you're feeling aggressive, and metal can be rhythmically complex and compelling in a way that pop music rarely is. But the things I love most about music are melody, harmony, and danceability as well as general good vibes, and most of those are in short supply in metal, especially the thrash/death metal I was most into. Discovering K-Pop is what brought me back into the fold, and I'm not into any cool niche indie artists or anything (the most indie thing I listen to is Kero Kero Bonito lol), but I enjoy listening to good pop music, appreciating the craftsmanship behind it, and just jamming out.
I'm imagining they're in the midst of a state dinner when Xi excuses himself to go to the restroom, returning three minutes later to JD Vance keeled over into his coq au vin
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It was a pretty miserable 24 hours when I did it recently, but it'll pass! Really makes you appreciate how nice it is not to be sick (which also serves as a reminder for why you're doing it in the first place!). Get yourself wrapped up in a nice warm blankie and make sure to drink lots of fluids (I did not do the latter and ended up constipated as hell). Hang in there!