The biggest fool of them all of the one who just mindlessly opposes everything because they think that makes them look smart.

That's hardly indisputable, or else nobody would dispute it. On the contrary, I see a distributing tend towards authoritarianism from the American right. And so, for that matter, does everybody who knows enough history to have a right to an opinion.

Meet the NS Savannah, genuine 1960s tech.

https://ancillary-proxy.atarimworker.io?url=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2F...

Because, the computer peaked in 1983!

Use zfs.

Wow. If you believe all that you must be stupid or drunk or something.

> OMG! You mean there isn't really a country in the middle of Africa with cloaking technology and magical super-metal that can do almost anything you can imagine? I had no idea that it was all a lie! FAKE NEWS! FAKE NEWS! Well there is, but it's cloaked, and if we told you about it we'd have to kill you to keep it secret.

If you're married, it is generally presumed that things are owned jointly. So, "our" phone.

If it's a child and you are their guardian, it's generally "my phone" even if it was a gift or someone gave it to them.

For the vast bulk of my career, I've worked remotely. This lets me get paid in Northern VA dollars without paying Northern VA prices. Effectively it's a 25% income boost. The only extended job search I had was when I worked on-site for a company as a contractor for 4 months while I looked for a permanent position working remotely. I actually live about 90 minutes from Northern VA (Fredericksburg, VA) so I can go in if I have to, but the houses are still half the price.

In the 90's, I worked for a hospital that shall remain nameless. Their billing system had a root password of "Superman", and the vendor (on whom they leaned for everything) wouldn't let them change it. They also assumed phone lines were secure (which is a joke.)

I'd imagine things are better now, but there was really a total lack of security awareness at that time.

Just imagine, if you could get OS/2 running on an Amiga and call it BeOS, all the "positivism" that would ensue.

Netcraft confirms that slashdot is now an echo chamber.

We have an unlimited account with out ISP. While it would be fun to mess with this, it's not the fault of the ISPs that this happened. I don't know that punishing them is the best strategy.

I have a Ph.D. in New Testament studies, and from time to time I teach basic Biblical Greek to seminary students. Every time, I rattle off the following spiel:

"Why study Biblical Greek? It's a lot of work, and if you spend your entire life studying you might, just maybe be as proficient as a dock-side worker in Athens around 100AD. Some of you may think "it's a requirement", but that just leaves us wondering why it's required. Some of you are enthusiasts, and have heard pastors say "but the Greek really says" too many times. You probably think that learning Greek will solve all your exegetical and theological problems. But ... well, I hate to break it to you, but it won't.

The best reason to study Biblical Greek is very different. The best reason is that it teaches you to open your Bible with fear and trembling. This is precisely because, much of the time, the Greek doesn't really say. Greek, like English, is sometimes vague and often contradictory. Sometimes, we know exactly what is meant by a word or phrase or sentence or passage. More often, there are still significant questions.

Take "faith in Jesus." Many of you regard that as the center of our faith. But even that might be questioned to someone who really knows Biblical Greek. Does "pistevou tou Christou" mean "faith in Christ" or the "faithfulness of Christ"? The reality is that we don't really know, and it might even mean BOTH.

So, why study Biblical Greek? To learn that you are ignorant on a great many things, and will remain so. It is, as Paul often says, a mystery."

(From memory and past my bedtime, so pardon that I didn't dig up my notes.) We then fall into class discussion. I usually lose about 1/4th of the class the first day.

For the record, I met her on the job. Bitter? Me? Never.