What is Hackers' Pub?

Hackers' Pub is a place for software engineers to share their knowledge and experience with each other. It's also an ActivityPub-enabled social network, so you can follow your favorite hackers in the fediverse and get their latest posts in your feed.

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I adore who Iโ€™m becoming. Iโ€™m outgoing and flirtatious, I help people feel seen, my body feels fantastic to live in. I want this for everyone. I want everyone to be as fully themselves as they can be. The dark things I talk about are an important part of this. I, and people like me, have to pass through some soul-rendingly dark places to be ourselves. That horror gives context to the joy. I write about the dark parts because the dark was portrayed as too much. Even being aware that it was there was considered eldritch knowledge that might damage me, might unsettle others.

*I found my own way out of the dark, and I learned how to be a person, and I learned how to be in community.*

I know people who donโ€™t say these things where their parents can read, some who wait until their parents die before they let themselves know their own truths. I would normally let that stand on its own, as its meaning is clear in the context of <gestures to everything else Iโ€™ve written>, but Iโ€™ll elaborate here. Iโ€™m privileged that I both have the means, sort of, to risk my parentsโ€™ opinions, and that it might be the case that being open with them will produce change and growth in them. More likely my father than my mother, but even so. But beyond that, Iโ€™ve chosen a course of living out loud, and while thatโ€™s clearly atrophying many connections, the new ones that sprout and the old ones it nurtures more than make up for the losses, for me. I used to think this was me being harsh, but itโ€™s me being gentle and nurturing with myself. Not everyone I know will benefit from me being myself, but I benefit both by valuing myself and by connecting in positive ways with those who are compatible with who I am.

*It was unrelentingly hard, especially the unlearning, and doing it the hard way taught me about how important community is.*

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Trans people die in the closet every day. Some tiny fraction of us have the resources and capacity to make it past the lies and the howling wind telling us that being ourselves is selfish and through societyโ€™s gauntlet to live as who we are. I feel the weight of the years I lost and the shades of dead siblings who Iโ€™ll never meet, who no one ever met. I hear the deafening clatter of the universeโ€™s dice, and I know that Iโ€™m not lucky, Iโ€™m just a statistic - if none of us survived, there wouldnโ€™t be a thing called transition.

*This is the first lesson: unlearning hurts, and learning is a difficult and active process that is best done by being in community with others - and that means talking about your thoughts and feelings with them. Unlearning doesnโ€™t feel good. It feels like unmaking yourself.*

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Remedial Ally School Tutoring, First Lesson

*I didnโ€™t get an instruction manual.*

My co-parent suggested to me that my father might make substantially faster progress if I explained the lessons I hope he will learn from following my social media account, from interacting with people in my community, from my writing, from other writings I point him to.

*I got gaslit about who I am. By everyone, in every interaction.*

On an extremely basic level, the lesson is the totality. Iโ€™ll explore a single short post to explain it. Recently I replied to a post about baristas in a socialist utopia by saying I would look cute in an apron. This communicates my identity on myriad levels, and importantly, it would mean something slightly different from anyone else - the full content can be understood only in the context of who I am, conveyed by how I talk about myself, whom I speak with, and what I choose to say and not say.

*I learned to lie, constantly, smoothly, and convincingly about who I am.*

The barista comment connects to my socialism, and my concerns about the corrosive effect of my job on society. It expresses how my transition required itโ€™s own golden handcuffs, pursuing career choices because of their stability, financial reward, their suitability in which to transition, the way they would not be negatively impacted by my stunted social and relational skills from existing in the closet. It nods to my femininity, my appreciation of fashion, my personal style. It calls back to public conversations with friends about how we would appreciate simpler work in a world that valued connection and working together and eschewed capitalism and billionaires. By directing it to another trans femme I know from my time on my social media account, it gestures to the web of connections Iโ€™m growing and living happily within. It conveyed such a rich set of messages about me in a handful of words.

*I existed in that darkness for 37 years. Living is vibrant and joyous - the closet was a death of self abnegation.*

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I adore who Iโ€™m becoming. Iโ€™m outgoing and flirtatious, I help people feel seen, my body feels fantastic to live in. I want this for everyone. I want everyone to be as fully themselves as they can be. The dark things I talk about are an important part of this. I, and people like me, have to pass through some soul-rendingly dark places to be ourselves. That horror gives context to the joy. I write about the dark parts because the dark was portrayed as too much. Even being aware that it was there was considered eldritch knowledge that might damage me, might unsettle others.

*I found my own way out of the dark, and I learned how to be a person, and I learned how to be in community.*

I know people who donโ€™t say these things where their parents can read, some who wait until their parents die before they let themselves know their own truths. I would normally let that stand on its own, as its meaning is clear in the context of <gestures to everything else Iโ€™ve written>, but Iโ€™ll elaborate here. Iโ€™m privileged that I both have the means, sort of, to risk my parentsโ€™ opinions, and that it might be the case that being open with them will produce change and growth in them. More likely my father than my mother, but even so. But beyond that, Iโ€™ve chosen a course of living out loud, and while thatโ€™s clearly atrophying many connections, the new ones that sprout and the old ones it nurtures more than make up for the losses, for me. I used to think this was me being harsh, but itโ€™s me being gentle and nurturing with myself. Not everyone I know will benefit from me being myself, but I benefit both by valuing myself and by connecting in positive ways with those who are compatible with who I am.

*It was unrelentingly hard, especially the unlearning, and doing it the hard way taught me about how important community is.*

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Remedial Ally School Tutoring, First Lesson

*I didnโ€™t get an instruction manual.*

My co-parent suggested to me that my father might make substantially faster progress if I explained the lessons I hope he will learn from following my social media account, from interacting with people in my community, from my writing, from other writings I point him to.

*I got gaslit about who I am. By everyone, in every interaction.*

On an extremely basic level, the lesson is the totality. Iโ€™ll explore a single short post to explain it. Recently I replied to a post about baristas in a socialist utopia by saying I would look cute in an apron. This communicates my identity on myriad levels, and importantly, it would mean something slightly different from anyone else - the full content can be understood only in the context of who I am, conveyed by how I talk about myself, whom I speak with, and what I choose to say and not say.

*I learned to lie, constantly, smoothly, and convincingly about who I am.*

The barista comment connects to my socialism, and my concerns about the corrosive effect of my job on society. It expresses how my transition required itโ€™s own golden handcuffs, pursuing career choices because of their stability, financial reward, their suitability in which to transition, the way they would not be negatively impacted by my stunted social and relational skills from existing in the closet. It nods to my femininity, my appreciation of fashion, my personal style. It calls back to public conversations with friends about how we would appreciate simpler work in a world that valued connection and working together and eschewed capitalism and billionaires. By directing it to another trans femme I know from my time on my social media account, it gestures to the web of connections Iโ€™m growing and living happily within. It conveyed such a rich set of messages about me in a handful of words.

*I existed in that darkness for 37 years. Living is vibrant and joyous - the closet was a death of self abnegation.*

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[๋งˆ์ผ“๋ทฐ] ์—”๋น„๋””์•„ ์‚ฌ์ƒ ์ตœ๋Œ€ ์‹ค์ โ€ฆ์ฝ”์Šคํ”ผ ์ƒ์Šน ์ถœ๋ฐœ ์ „๋ง n.news.naver.com/mnews/articl... ์„ธ๊ณ„ ์ „์Ÿ ์•ˆ ๋‚˜๋ฉด ( = ์ค‘๊ตญ์ด ๋Œ€๋งŒ ์•ˆ ์ณ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€๋ฉด ) ๋‹น๋ถ„๊ฐ„ ์ฃผ๊ฐ€ ํ˜ธํ™ฉ์ผ ๋“ฏ. ์—”๋น„๋””์•„ ๋ง๊ณ  ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ํšŒ์‚ฌ GPU๋‚˜ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ํ˜•ํƒœ์˜ ์—ฐ์‚ฐ ์„œ๋ฒ„๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์™€๋„ ์‚ผ์„ฑ์ „์ž, SKํ•˜์ด๋‹‰์Šค HBM, ๋žจํ•˜๊ณ  ๋‚ธ๋“œ๋ฉ”๋ชจ๋ฆฌ(SSD) ์•ˆ ์‚ด ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ์—†์–ด๋ณด์ด๋„ค์š”. ์ด๋ž˜์„œ ๋ฐ˜๋„์ฒด๊ฐ€ ๋””์ง€ํƒˆ ์Œ€์ด๊ตฌ๋‚˜...

RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:a6qvfkbrohedqy3dt6k5mdv6/post/3m5v4qan3wk2o


[๋งˆ์ผ“๋ทฐ] ์—”๋น„๋””์•„ ์‚ฌ์ƒ ์ตœ๋Œ€ ์‹ค์ โ€ฆ์ฝ”์Šคํ”ผ ์ƒ์Šน ์ถœ๋ฐœ ...

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ๅคฑ่จ€ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅ‡บใ—ใŸๅฒก็”ฐใ‚’่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚้ซ˜ๅธ‚ใฎ็™บ่จ€ใ‚’ๅคฑ่จ€ใ ใจ่ชใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฏใšใชใฎใ ใŒใ€ๆœฌ้‚ฆๆฅตๅณใฎ็š†ๆง˜ใฏใ€Œ้ซ˜ๅธ‚็ท็†ใฎ็™บ่จ€ใฏๆ‚ชใใชใ„๏ผๆ‚ชใ„ใฎใฏๅฒก็”ฐใ ๏ผใ€ใจใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ‚“ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚่ซ–็†ใ‚‚ใใใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚

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ๅผ•็”จใ—ใŸใฎใฏXใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒญใƒฏใƒผใฎๆŠ•็จฟใ€‚
ใ€Œๆ—ฅๆœฌใง้ซ˜ๅธ‚ๆ”ฟๆจฉใฏ80%ใฎๆ”ฏๆŒ็އใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๆ•ฐๅญ—ใ‚’ไธญๅ›ฝใฎไบบ้”ใฏๆฐ—ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๆ—ฅไธญๅ‹ๅฅฝใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏ2ๅ‰ฒใฎๆ—ฅๆœฌไบบใฎ่€ƒใˆใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€8ๅ‰ฒใฏ้•ใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๅ่ซ–ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚
ๆ นๆ‹ ใซไนใ—ใ„ๆ•ฐๅญ—ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใไป–ใชใ„ใ€‚

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ใ‚ใฃใกใ‚ƒใ“ใฃใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ˜ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ๅŽŸๅ› ใŒใ‚ใ‹ใฃใŸ๏ผใ€Œ้€ๆ˜Žๅบฆใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ใฎ่จญๅฎšใŒๅŽŸๅ› ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚ชใƒ•ใซใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅ…ฑๆœ‰ใƒกใƒ‹ใƒฅใƒผใ‚‚่จญๅฎšใ‚‚ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่กจ็คบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚๐Ÿ˜…

ใกใชใฟใซๆญฃๅผ็‰ˆใ‚’ใ‚คใƒณใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใƒซใ—ใฆ่ฉฆใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใใกใ‚‰ใฏ่ตทใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€Snapshot็‰ˆใ ใ‘ใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚

ใŸใ ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ€ŒใŠใพ็’ฐใ€ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚๐Ÿ˜… ๏ผžiOS็‰ˆVivaldi Snapshotใงๅ…ฑๆœ‰ใƒกใƒ‹ใƒฅใƒผใจ่จญๅฎšใŒ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใซ

iOS็‰ˆ Vivaldi Snapshot ใงๅ…ฑๆœ‰ใƒกใƒ‹ใƒฅใƒผใ‚„่จญๅฎš็”ป้ขใŒ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ๅ•้กŒใ€V็คพใฎๆ–นใ‚‚ใ€Œๅ†็พใ—ใŸใ€ใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ๅŽŸๅ› ใฏใ‚ขใ‚ฏใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒ“ใƒชใƒ†ใ‚ฃ่จญๅฎšใฎใ€Œ้€ๆ˜Žๅบฆใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚๐Ÿ˜…

forum.vivaldi.net/post/872063

ไฝ•ใงใ“ใ‚“ใชไธๅ…ทๅˆใŒโ€ฆ๏ผŸ๏ผŸ๏ผŸใกใชใฟใซๆญฃๅผ็‰ˆใ‚„ไป–ใฎใ‚ขใƒ—ใƒชใงใฏ่ตทใใฆใชใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚

youtube.com/watch?v=0fzvcfUaMdY

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ใƒ•ใ‚กใƒŸใƒžใฎใ‚ณใƒผใƒ’ใƒผMใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บไปŠใฃใฆ 220 ๅ††ใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚“ใฎใ€‚่ฒทใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ‚

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ๆœฌๆ—ฅๆœจๆ›œๅฎšไผ‘ๆ—ฅใงใ™ใ€‚
ใ‚ณใƒผใƒ’ใƒผ่ฑ†ใฎใŠๆฑ‚ใ‚ใฏๆœฌๆ—ฅ17:00ไปฅ้™BASEๅบ—ใ‚ˆใ‚ŠPayIDใ‚ขใƒ—ใƒชใ‹ใ‚‰็”ปๅƒใฎใ‚ฏใƒผใƒใƒณใ‚ณใƒผใƒ‰ใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใฆ่ณผๅ…ฅใ•ใ‚Œใพใ™ใจ15%OFFใซใฆใŠๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ”ๅˆฉ็”จไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใพใ›ใ€‚
ncr.official.ec

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Remedial Ally School Tutoring, First Lesson

*I didnโ€™t get an instruction manual.*

My co-parent suggested to me that my father might make substantially faster progress if I explained the lessons I hope he will learn from following my social media account, from interacting with people in my community, from my writing, from other writings I point him to.

*I got gaslit about who I am. By everyone, in every interaction.*

On an extremely basic level, the lesson is the totality. Iโ€™ll explore a single short post to explain it. Recently I replied to a post about baristas in a socialist utopia by saying I would look cute in an apron. This communicates my identity on myriad levels, and importantly, it would mean something slightly different from anyone else - the full content can be understood only in the context of who I am, conveyed by how I talk about myself, whom I speak with, and what I choose to say and not say.

*I learned to lie, constantly, smoothly, and convincingly about who I am.*

The barista comment connects to my socialism, and my concerns about the corrosive effect of my job on society. It expresses how my transition required itโ€™s own golden handcuffs, pursuing career choices because of their stability, financial reward, their suitability in which to transition, the way they would not be negatively impacted by my stunted social and relational skills from existing in the closet. It nods to my femininity, my appreciation of fashion, my personal style. It calls back to public conversations with friends about how we would appreciate simpler work in a world that valued connection and working together and eschewed capitalism and billionaires. By directing it to another trans femme I know from my time on my social media account, it gestures to the web of connections Iโ€™m growing and living happily within. It conveyed such a rich set of messages about me in a handful of words.

*I existed in that darkness for 37 years. Living is vibrant and joyous - the closet was a death of self abnegation.*

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ไฝ•ใ‹ๆณจๅฐ„ๆถฒใŒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆผใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€Œใ‚ซใƒใƒƒใ€ใฃใฆ้Ÿณใฏ็ต‚ไบ†ใฎๅˆๅ›ณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใ‚ขใƒ€ใƒชใƒ ใƒžใƒ–ใฏ้ŸณใŒ้ณดใฃใŸใ‚‰็ต‚ไบ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใช

ๆณจๅฐ„ใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žๆ›ธ
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๋ฒ•์ •์—์„œ์ด๋ฆ„๋ง์•ˆํ–ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๊ตฌ์น˜์†Œ์žฅ์ด ์‹ ์›์ดํŠน์ •์•ˆ๋˜๋„คํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ์ง‘ํ–‰์„ ๊ฑฐ๋ถ€ํ•ด? ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ๋ชจ๋“ ์žฌํŒ์—์„œ ํ”ผ๊ณ ์ธ์ด ์ด๋ฆ„๋ง์•ˆํ•˜๋ฉด ์•„๋ฌด๋„ ํ˜•์ง‘ํ–‰๋ชปํ•จ?ใ…‹ใ…‹ใ…‹ใ…‹ใ…‹ ์—ญ์ ์งˆ์—๋™์กฐํ• ์˜๋„๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ณ ์„œ์•ผ ๋ง์ด์•ˆ๋˜๋Š” ์–ต์ง€. ์ €๊ตฌ์น˜์†Œ์žฅ ๋‹น์žฅํŒŒ๋ฉดํ•˜๊ณ  ์ง๋ฌด์œ ๊ธฐ๋กœ์ฒ˜๋ฒŒ์•ˆํ•˜๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ตญ๊ฐ€๊ทผ๊ฐ„์ด๋ฌด๋„ˆ์ง. ์žฌํŒํ•ด๋„ ํ˜•์ด์ง‘ํ–‰์•ˆ๋ ์ˆ˜๋„์žˆ๋Š”๋‚˜๋ผ๋˜๋Š”๊ฑฐ์ž„.

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So what are the career options for a senior engineer in the IT industry that avoid AI entirely in 2025?

I'm tired, boss. Tired of keeping my mouth closed about it at work. Tired of waking up angry that my employer and industry at large are:

* Pushing hard to adopt an absolute crap technology with very low accuracy and consistency, which additionally has had noticeable affects on certain co-workers ability to understand a problem and picture the solution (those who seem to be offloading their thinking to AI over the last year have notably degraded in these areas)
* Supporting the enrichment of billionaire fascists who want to manipulate and control the truth and control the population to make themselves richer.
* Supporting the re-ignition of coal power plants and burning significant amounts of power and water to fuel these inefficient garbage bots.
* Generally increasing affordability problems on all fronts while also accelerating the climate disaster that will be central to my sons future.

I wake up every day angry, stressed, and mournful that I am contributing the destruction of my son's future while begrudgingly going to work in the name of his present; in order to keep him clothed, fed, and try to eek out some chance of a better financial future for our family.

I'm not sure how much longer I can keep helping drive the engine of the very destruction I want to put an end to.

There must be some companies out there doing things without AI and making technology choices that are moral. They can't all be sycophants feeding the investor greed machine.. help me find them. I need to know there are some options.

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