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Cake day: August 3rd, 2023

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  • The first thing I thought of reading this was how you could write the exact same about the rural midwest US. I was the only kid in my class who had ever seen a black person face to face, and that was because I lived in Florida first. My grandma still calls to warn us to stay inside if a non-white person is spotted near town (usually a utilities guy fixing power lines). They just have no experience with the wider world and know only the stereotypes they echo back and forth to each other.

    The peace corp warning does a good job framing it as it is, but it’s important to remember that “innocent” ignorance can still carry real violence and hatred.









  • This is the weirdest coincidence. I was sitting in the park earlier and a guy pulled up in one of these: The closest thing I have ever seen in rural Midwest US was a Smart car, or a Reliant Robin on Top Gear. I thought about talking to the guy but he was playing basketball with his kid.

    I tried to think of how to look up the car when I knew nothing about it, but Google Lens was my only idea and I didn’t want to take pictures of the guy’s car like a creep.

    So I decided to scroll Lemmy for a couple minutes and landed on here. I clicked your link for the Isseta and that was it. Any other app and I would have assumed my phone was spying on me. Wild.


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    When I was a kid we would have yearly morel hunts. My uncles were always scouting the neighbors’ woods, and once morels were sighted we’d sneak onto their property and gather bags of 'em. We’d usually get about 10 pounds between the six of us cousins. Then Grandma would fry them up and we’d feast.

    One year I ate at least a pound by myself. That night I got so violently ill I thought I would die. I never ate morels again.

    Now you have me wondering if one of us picked a not-morel and I was the unlucky one who ate it.









  • In college I lost one of my jobs and knew I needed another one fast or I wouldn’t be able to make rent. I spammed my resume on Indeed and Monster.

    I got an email offering an IT-adjacent job in town. It was Saturday and they said I could stop by in a few weeks to fill out the paperwork or we could do it over the phone and start Monday. I called so I could get my first paycheck before the end of the month. We eventually got to her asking for my Social Security number and I froze.

    I realized this could be a scam, but I was really desperate. I tried to think of a way to test them, so I said that I just realized I would be unavailable during certain hours, would that still be okay? She said she had to put me on hold to talk to the manager. After a while she came back and said it should work, but I would have to discuss the specifics with my supervisor once I started.

    That sounded real to me. If it was a scam surely she would have just immediately said my schedule was fine, right? I gave her my SSN. She said I was ready to go and to have fun on Monday. I got there and it was just a parking lot. Couldn’t get a response via phone or email.

    A couple months later I found out someone across the country had used my SSN and I had to freeze my credit.


  • Very interesting. It would certainly make doom scrolling harder. Email always feels more personal, like each message was sent specifically to me for a reason. As opposed to feeds, which feels like looking at cars as they drive by.

    I think this system pushes against those boundaries. This sort of concrete brainstorming at the edges is such a crucial part of software evolution, so thank you.