From what I heard, salt is usually packaged with iodine or some substances that prevent clumping that expire over time. So after some time the salt won’t have those anymore, but it should be safe to consume. Salt cannot spoil because bacteria cannot grow in salty places.

Don’t know how plastic containers relate to that sadly.

Right, I think it only covers personal information: companies can only collect what they need to run their service, users can request to see their data etc. I don’t think it applies to comments and posts.

“It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it”

And at the end:

“No one keeps death in view, no one refrains from far-reaching hopes; some men, indeed, even arrange for things that lie beyond life—huge masses of tombs and dedications of public works and gifts for their funeral-pyres and ostentatious funerals. But, in very truth, the funerals of such men ought to be conducted by the light of torches and wax tapers, as though they had lived but the tiniest span.” [As if a child had died]

Seneca, On the Shortness of Life

If anyone is interested, I already commented on Plato’s position on sex in his dialogues in https://slrpnk.net/comment/4266874

But in short, the Symposium creates a complex web of how everything ties in, but the point made was that love is a messanger between humans and the gods, it draws people towards the form of the beautiful, and in his steps towards the Beautiful, the love of bodies is the first and lowest step, which when overcome by the next (love of the soul) is seen as nothing in comparisson. Socrates himself, presented as the ideal philosopher and lover, refuses Alcibiades’ sexual advances.

But the most explicit statement against sexual relationships is given in ‘Phaedrus’, where beauty and love for people reminds the soul of the form of Beauty, but the shameless part of the soul pulls the body towards sexual relations, to “mount them like an animal”, but the reasonable part of the soul, upon being reminded of Beauty, pulls back and subdues the shameless part.

Plato is against most physical things on a good day, but when it comes to love, sexual relations are out of the question because they miss the mark (knowledge of the forms) by a mile.

This might just be the thing that makes me learn Rust

Don’t know honestly. I once ate cold mashed potatoes and peas, like straight from the fridge cold, and it was awful. The thought of eating frozen flat bean soup, the liquid gelatinized, gives me a gag reflex.

I had a colleague that would bring frozen soups/stews, warm them just enough so that he could break through the ice, and he’d eat that. It was disgusting.

Thank you for reminding me what “oh nice, a new update that makes the software actually better” feels like.

Swedish melodic black metal has moments like that. The melodies are so nice and lift the spirit, while the lyrics are about hating everything and wating to die

About two years ago I stared into the void. I didn’t have any real problems in life, but my job was boring as hell and my colleagues were always constantly negative, depressing and whined about everything, which affected my mindset after months upon months of that.

Freshly out of university, the job (which I couldn’t leave due to contacts) sucked out my every hope and dream of having a fulfilling career where I’d have an impact on the world. I felt so useless. To make matters worse I fell in love at that time.

One day I vaguely felt bad, got home, sat down and started crying like crazy. Life felt so meaningless. Not my life specifically, but life as a concept. I could change my life, but to what purpose? I sincerely felt regret for ever having been born and existence felt like a cruel joke, it was all vanity, pain, and at the end you die without even feeling the relief of it being over since you would be gone. It was a feeling of meaninglessness where even doing something about it was as meaningless as doing nothing.

The next day I had another crying session, didn’t eat anything the whole day as well. And in the evening I remembered how Seneca wrote that nothing bad happens to good people since those “bad” moments are the only time we get to show our virtues. Didn’t really fix the basic problem of meaninglessness, but it did reinvigorate me. Reading Camus’ “Myth of Sisyphus” also got me to handle the absurd better. But the moment I got out of the whole ordeal altogether was about 8 months later when I realized that I was very much pushed to such a state by my colleagues, and that I yearned for some sort of warmth and comfort from others. But nobody has really ever shined for me, I realized that I had to be my own light and that I should not do things to earn other’s approval, but for me (this does not mean being selfish, according to Platonic and Aristotelian ethics, doing morally good deeds is for the benefit of the doer). I’ve been fine since then.

When I got that message I just refreshed the page and tried logging in again and it worked.

While reading Epectitus definitely helped (externals - out of your control; reactions - your choice, things don’t bother you, you bother yourself), and telling myself that I gain nothing out of anger (mostly lose from it), I ran out of fucks to give. Someone’s blocking the way? Just wait until I can pass them. My delivery is running late? Whatever, it’ll get there. I left the window open during heavy rain and everything is wet? Close the window and mop it.

In a world where nothing really matters, giving your undying attention to stupid things like these is just absurd. Who’s watching your reactions so that you have to put on a show?

But as someone said, it takes practice. Being mindful, present, realizing that you’re getting angry, and then consciously thinking “ah whatever” and accepting it. Difficult at first, but as with any skill, the more you do it, the easier it gets.

I listened through all of the songs by Seven Spires and Sascha Paeth’s Masters of Ceremony, but Naglfar - Way of the Rope is in my head often these days

We had to do a presentation on whatever in computer class in the first year of secondary school, and I chose Linux for no apparent reason. I just kinda knew that it existed and thought what the hell.

My ‘researching’ led me to see what Linux offered, to learn about FOSS, listen to Stallman, and I loved tinkering so I made a dual boot (and thus learned about partitions, boot flags and such) and never looked back. Even when I installed linux on my newly acquired PC a few days ago and found out that since the kernel version 5.13 some motherboards receive failure on all USB 3.0 ports and I have to fuck around with that why can’t you just fucking work right away for once

I have the opposite situation, I had to willingly stop myself from typing :w while using Word. And I installed the vim extension in vscode, which leads to me typing :w when using someone else’s setup.

I actually like the taste of black coffee. At one time I also had decaf coffee so that I could drink it in the evening!

Hell yeah! They’re hands down my favourite band. Soon hopefully we’ll get a new album since I often go through all of their songs in a day hahaha

Posts from this community popping up from time to time was actually what pushed me to start watching a few weeks ago. So, a big thank you to you all!

but in dota, really no one is a “healer”

And you’d rarely say “DPS”, you’d call them carries, but I was trying to simplify the terminology for people who never played dota.

I haven’t played dota in years, I was active between 2012-2017, so maybe only the bad things were saved in my memory. I mean, maybe I just suck, but I distinctly remember that when the carry sucks, fingers are more often than not pointed at the support, and when I prevent ganks, pull the creeps, double the stacks in the jungle and so forth, nobody gives a damn because only the late game is memorable.

In DotA it’s not about boring gameplay as much as it is about flat out abuse. The enemy ganked you because your DPS pushed the lane too far? “Noob support”. Your DPS ran in like rambo 1v5 and died? “Stupid support where are the heals”. Often when your DPS goes rambo mode and changes his mind, your job is to get him out by dying instead because you’re less valuable. And when you do that, they call you removed because of you kill-death ratio. And of course when everything is going well, nobody notices you.

It’s a tough and ungrateful life, but someone’s gotta do it.