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abuses
Labeled as abusesOur day here in the Northern American landmass, middle ladditudes, is a celebracion of abuses.
A signed agreement, by men combined in purpose by miscomprehension of similar biologies, and enriched mainly by blood upon soil.
I decline; and only say so much as recognizing the source of our miseries, a deep sadness of a burdensome legacy, and scared realizacion of decisions in our momentous hold, and consequences of dis-spelling or mis-spelling, and of many abuses enabled by absence of conscience.
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readings
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sins
Labeled as sinsHere again, head spinning in a mire of slop; gleaned from the rash of a dizzying nocturn from one corner to another in the dim Baltimore hours.
Music, though I missed the show. Dinner, though I bungled the meal. Company, though she spared me no glance. Elegance, though my dress laid threadbare.
I seem to make no impression on people, or too many, such that the noise surrounds me as a chrysalis that I peer through.
My guarded zone, occasionally broken by piercing stabs of aggression, chiseled to seem cute, cut and dry from all angles besides the one I embody.
"I'm unused to being naked in a bar", I explained to the lady who I'd soon learn had my sister's name, easy enough to be pleased that I shared the couch beside her, and as anyone, concerned for my seeming mis-composure.
In the moments prior, I'd lost my seat on the first bench as a bearded jack-off leaned in for his "wild proposal", one which I had made no indication of agreeing to. Silence seems to be heard as acquiescence.
In the moments prior, I had explained to the first person to ask "are you okay" - "no, I don't need water. I'm meditating. They do call this trance music, you know."
Prior to the bar, I'd been on the curb - spinning the bo (pole) as I'd learned through many bruises, in parades and musical gatherings, and in Aikido dojos for years prior. I had seen a musician I recognized, who had seemed busy smoking, and guessing she headed into the bar, I headed back to my car for the purse; My skirt had no pockets for my card clip, and I find the purse a problem in the flow of the bo.
Prior to pulling the bo from my car, I had to park it at the hackerspace, in the alley, for enough charge to finish cooking dinner. I had a larger meal than normal, on batteries that carry less charge, now that they've gone through the mechanic's shop for a couple of unplanned and unchaperoned weeks.
Prior to parking the car, which is more of a large camper conversion, I'd been parked on the curb near the bars. I'd hoped to share the dinner with others around, though when the inverter begins beeping, and the cooktop surrenders inside of 30 seconds, I'd decided to surrender those plans also. Simpler near the hackerspace, an extension cord run under the door to the parking lot.
And I'd done this earlier in the day, at the hackerspace of course, prior to my shopping for groceries and skirts. I'd been charging the batteries as much as possible, as I showered and cleaned and organized the dishes - some aside for cleaning in the days ahead, some disposable ones on hand for dispensation.
Once I finally found the skirts I needed, and the food supplies I'd been ignoring on these recent cloudy days, as my fridge demanded hours off... I parked before I reached the bars, and the final location for Baltimore's Pride month, to dress up in my shibari harness.
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Happy?
Labeled as happyOh, she doesn't make me happy. No, she makes me groan and beg. She sees me as a lonesome dog all hunched up on her leg.
I'd sooner choose somebody else to lay beside, in bed. Our psycho-social mania is messing up my head.
She lures me upon loose damp ground, her spade digs around the edges. I drop inside a dim abyss in memories she dredges.
I hear she has some children now, tho I've not been where they're from. She asked me under cover, and I had no chance to come.
So big sis, I guess, or cousin dear, you really had me clenched; and I lie in bed each morning, seems you since became so drenched.
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[hope-26][speaker] Open-Source Legal Research
Labeled asLegal research in the USA is fully dependent on two products; Lexis Nexis and WestLaw - these both use incredible fees to keep out small business and independent researchers, in essence producing a scarcity of the most crucial resource in any democracy: a basic comprehension of the legal rules of the game. Layers of academia and law have been designed to guard access to these resources, and in recent years we are all feeling the consequences - money alone buys access to the rulebook.
These companies build their program fully on public records, sourcing from the Library of Congress, GovInfo, the Code of Federal Regulations, and Harvard's more recent CaseLaw Access Project. These public records are the original framing of open-source; the public needs to access and learn from these same sources to either comply, or to change the rules that bind us.
See how simple web scrapers and advanced databases combine into an open-source replacement for the legal gridlock we're used to, and learn how to connect directly behind the scenes at Congress to the people publishing these records each day. This HOPE talk marks the release of a new public legal search engine - open source from the homelab hardware to the public records request.