belovedrebel.bsky.social
@belovedrebel.bsky.social
This is precisely it. We have to assume all that data is now exposed.
February 2, 2025 at 8:35 PM
I'm struggling too. I hear you.
February 2, 2025 at 8:29 PM
I've got a nice (probably chaotic) lunch lined up with my brother and nephew, and of course the girlchild, but other than that it's studying, parenting and laundry for me today.
February 2, 2025 at 2:59 PM
This may be related to the massive amount of ice cream I've consumed this weekend. I need some veggies and a time out
February 2, 2025 at 2:57 PM
Americans could have legislation and rights this protective. Instead our data is bought and sold until we're not our own anymore. We're fast heading towards unchecked capitalism and my lord it terrifies me.
February 2, 2025 at 2:57 PM
It is (compared to what we have in the U.S.) so thoughtfully constructed and elegant. Diving deeply into that content on a weekend where an unelected billionaire now has access to very precious data that should be well protected and isn't is heartbreaking.
February 2, 2025 at 2:53 PM
We went from covering AI to General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR) and it is not enhancing my take on America's prospects right now. GDPR is this human-focused regulation that puts control over personal data in the hands of the people whose data it is about.
February 2, 2025 at 2:50 PM
I used to work at a graduate school for speech pathology. Hard things to say are excellent for keeping our mouth muscles active so we have more motor control in our mouths when we age and things would otherwise degrade.
January 29, 2025 at 11:53 AM
That's the kind of thing that, once randomly needed for an emergency, you can't seem to remember why you ever didn't think you needed one.
January 29, 2025 at 11:49 AM
So I did too. We were briefly up together, just now, just a couple of glasses of water later, she's back to steady sleep and I'm grateful to follow. We both had a bad day. I'm grateful that sleep is a healthy way to nope out of this kind of day.
January 23, 2025 at 5:05 AM
I'm pretty much burning up inside myself. I get it.
January 22, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Seemed appropriate.
At once I remembered a young almost-viking with a head of perfect blonde hair. I was sweet on him then, at fifteen, an age my daughter will be in a few weeks. Today I could barely remember his name.
January 22, 2025 at 11:46 AM