Abie

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Abie
temptoetiam@eldritch-cafe.mostr.pub
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Surcouche de Google (Mitternacht), grande lubrificatrice sociale (le_hasard), reine de la pulsion scopique (LPG), Adèle Blanc-Sec polymathe (Saint_loup), Wikipedia avec des jambes (BlueCookie), Cruella du XXIe siècle (LPG), pro des savoirs obscurs (smwhr), ratisse au peigne fin les confins de l'improbable (milubo), partage des tas de choses en lien avec la diversité esthétique de notre monde (Julianoe) Once in flight school I was laconic. Pinaillages, fulgurances & monomanies multiples.
#TIL une chanson peut passer d'une gamme majeure à mineure et l'inverse. LPG "Le premier exemple qui me vient, c'est La Marseillaise, 🎇 Allons enfants🎆 de 🎆 la 🎆 pa 🎆 triiii-heu ! : majeur 🤫 Entendez-vous 🤫 dans nos campagnes... : mineur."
RT @celinextenso.bsky.social‬ 🗣️ Je recrute un.e auxiliaire de vie en CDI. Par session de 24h, 1150€ net pour 4 à 5 jours dans le mois, planning flexible. Aucune expérience demandée, mais permis indispensable. À Antony (92). image
Thread on indexes and indexing. (starting with reposts) Never Index Your Own Book (Kurt Vonnegut Cat's Cradle, ch 55) "It appeared that Claire Minton, in her time, had been a professional indexer. I had never heard of such a profession before. She told me that she had put her husband through college years before with her earnings as an indexer, that the earnings had been good, and that few people could index well. She said that indexing was a thing that only the most amateurish author undertook to do for his own book. I asked her what she thought of Philip Castle’s job. “Flattering to the author, insulting to the reader,” she said. “In a hyphenated word,” she observed, with the shrewd amiability of an expert, “ ‘self-indulgent.’ I’m always embarrassed when I see an index an author has made of his own work.” “Embarrassed?” “It’s a revealing thing, an author’s index of his own work,” she informed me. “It’s a shameless exhibition—to the trained eye.” “She can read character from an index,” said her husband. “Oh?” I said. “What can you tell about Philip Castle?” She smiled faintly. “Things I’d better not tell strangers.” #indexes