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They've ripped out and replaced the most carefully thought-out part of the CI/CD chain with something less carefully thought-out, while leaving the teetering house of cards in place.
Finding Peter Putnam
When I lived in Liberia, there were about 10-15 different newspapers in the capital, from websites to print to one guy with a massive chalk board on the main road. This diversity of sources served quite a small population, but there was a massive appetite for news.
In such a situation, you don't expect impartiality, but each news organisation's perspective sites is more obvious, and reading about events from multiple perspectives gives, in my view, a broader and clearer window into what happened.
I think it could make sense to value in news, not impartiality, but diversity of viewpoints.
Conveniently, the internet does make this much easier.
It's not self-evident that life is such a zero-sum game that more people necessarily means fewer resources to go around; I'd even venture that the last hundred years of development suggests the opposite.
It's quite possible that more people enables a slew of network effects (such as technology improvements due to more minds attacking a problem, say) that improves everyone's living standards.
Could you share the link for this, if you can find it?
Apparently this is most likely to be a local clinic; when handling lower-income clients, it's often a routine part of any sexual health treatment.
(A friend who is a medic is slowly enlightening me on all the necessary parts of life and healthcare that we're too polite to talk about in school.)
Banach-Tarski Banach-Tarski!
This is saying the same thing twice; does the author mean that the highest level emerges from the lowest level, and the highest level then gives rise to the lowest level?
However, despite the terrible headline, the article is an excellent summary of the debate and the study, and well worth reading if you have pets or are interested in raw food diets for animals.
(Sardine is the kitten who led the Great Gecko Chase; Anchovy is the kitten who meditatively masterminded the Amazing Poop Fling. Really need to get these guys adopted out.)
Immediately, one of the foster kitten sidled past me with a half-butchered gecko, still weakly struggling. I leapt up, grabbed a nearby broom, and gave chase. What followed was an episode of Tom & Jerry, but with more swearing. As I managed to part the cat from the gecko and punt the gecko outside, a calm bong brought me to my senses.
1/10, this did not make me sit.
After discussing with my sister-in-law, though, we won't be showing this to my nephew -- still a true believer in Father Christmas -- because she reckons it sounds slightly too generated, and she's concerned that it might break the spell. :-(
For myself, I think I would have been charmed, but perhaps I was more of an 8-bit kid.
(The rest of the article seems much more defensible to me: well-written without quite verging into strawman territory. But I'm no expert in the field.)
Consider a person of colour living in the eponymous mansion of the city's wealthiest neighborhood.
For a racist government, it's a symbol of defiance.
For other people of colour, who have been told by the government their whole lives that they are worthless, good only for manual labour -- one of their own is living in the oldest mansion in the fanciest neighborhood in town. It's an affirmation of their worth.
As a symbol, his place of residence had great power.
The person was asking for Tutu's assistance in transferring the fabulous wealth of a deceased Nigerian prince to his widow.
“Ah, a 419 scam,” I said.
“A what now?”
I explained what a 419 scam was, and, fearing the worst, asked what he had done about it. It turned out that he still had a number of friends in that area, and had forwarded it on to a friend to investigate.
“Never heard of this lawyer chap,” the response came, “DO NOT respond!”
So, of course the Archbishop responded.
For a moment, I put myself in the shoes of this “Nigerian Prince”, getting an email from “Archbishop Desmond Tutu”, shaming the alleged prince for attempting to scam innocents on the internet. I started giggling.
“So what happened next?” I asked.
“Oh, he emailed me back, and tried to sell me something else.”