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「トランプの米国」より危ない「高市の日本」(194) | Tansa tansajp.org/columnists/13052/

『暴走を止める市民の力が不足しているという点で、「トランプの米国」より「高市の日本」の方が危ない。さらに日本の場合、多数派からこぼれ落ちまいと一色に染まる怖さがある。』

怖さしかない。ずっとそう。物心ついてからずっと怖い、日本市民の社会。一色に染まろうとする人たち。怖いの、ずっと。

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『健常者は何にも頼らずに自立していて、障害者はいろいろなものに頼らないと生きていけない人だと勘違いされている。けれども真実は逆で、健常者はさまざまなものに依存できていて、障害者は限られたものにしか依存できていない。依存先を増やして、一つひとつへの依存度を浅くすると、何にも依存してないかのように錯覚できます。“健常者である”というのはまさにそういうことなのです。世の中のほとんどのものが健常者向けにデザインされていて、その便利さに依存していることを忘れているわけです。』

自立は、依存先を増やすこと 希望は、絶望を分かち合うこと
tokyo-jinken.or.jp/site/tokyoj

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大人って何なのか、正直よくわかってない。50過ぎたおっさんなのにすみません。とっくに自分が大人に類別される立場であることはもちろん認識の上で。

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ちひろ美術館が成人の日によせて、
「大人になること」という文章を紹介している。
chihiro.jp/azumino/blog/99117/

「大人というものはどんなに苦労が多くても、自分のほうから人を愛していける人間になることなんだと思います。」
という言葉、ほんとうに素敵。
でも、私は「これはきっと私が自分の力でこの世をわたっていく大人になったせいだと思うのです。」とはとても言えない。
まだ、その前段にあると思う。引き受ける痛みを、私は担っていない。でも、いつかはこんな風に言えるように、なりたいな。そのために、小さな一歩を積み重ねていきたい。

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an unfortunate number of people have told me that they recently walked by me on campus and I didn't say anything.

but, like, if I have to look at every face passing by and figure out who they are, I don't think I can do anything else. this sounds really stressful.

I'll just be walking around in my own little thought bubble. anyone wants to chat, they better flag me down or say something...

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오래 전 은사 한 분께서 "환율이 오른다/내린다" 표현을 쓰지 말 것을 권하셨다. 경제를 보는 객관적 관점을 잃게 한다는 것이었다. 달러화 가치, 원화 가치, 엔화 가치 등이 상대적으로 변화할 뿐이며, 하나의 "환율"이라는 지표는 없으며, 따라서 "환율"이 오르내릴 수도 없다.

"시장에서 1 USD에 상응하는 KRW의 액수"를 "환율"로 부르는 것은 경제를 세계적으로 보지 못하게 하고, 아주 협소한 하나의 맥락에 종속시킨다. 게다가 "원화 강세/약세" 하면 "환율 상승/하락"보다 길지도 않은데 자꾸 "환율 상승" 말하는 것은 언론과 지식층의 게으름이고 무책임이다. …라는 취지였다 대충.

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mgrep - 자연어로 코드와 문서를 탐색하는 시맨틱 grep 스타일 CLI 검색 도구
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- 기존 grep의 한계를 보완하기 위해 *자연어 기반 시맨틱 검색* 을 터미널 환경에 통합하여, 대규모 코드베이스 탐색에 유용
- 로컬 저장소를 인덱싱한 뒤, “auth 설정은 어디서 하지?” 같은 *의도 중심 질문* 으로 코드·문서·PDF·이미지 검색 지원
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mgrep watch를 통해 git 저장소를 지속적으로 감시하며 *…
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https://news.hada.io/topic?id=25775&utm_source=googlechat&utm_medium=bot&utm_campaign=1834

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저의 주님, 날아다니는 스파게티 괴물 님, 제 입시울을 열어 주소서.
제 입이 당신 찬미를 전하오리다.

"3. 미트볼처럼 든든한 용기를 제게 주셔서, 작은 일에도 정직과 성실로 임하게 하소서."

영광이 미트볼🧆과 소스🥫와 성면(the Holy Noodle)🍝께.
처음과 같이 이제와 항상 영원히. 🍜
라-멘 🍜

2026-01-13T09:40:06+09:00


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仲間の猫たちと共に、猫小屋が多く立ち並ぶ「猫小屋集落」で暮らす小柄な三毛猫さん。
私は「キコ」と(勝手に)名前をつけさせていただきましたが……。
猫たちの面倒を毎日見ている方は「ミケラー」と呼んでいます。
2025年11月4日撮影。




1匹の三毛猫が猫小屋の前で微睡んでいました。
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Extermination in the Gaza Strip is no longer carried out through bombing alone by Israel. Alongside the bombs, a quieter and more deadly policy is unfolding: the management of starvation as a tool of slow death, implemented through careful control of the quality of food and aid.

Strict restrictions have been imposed on the entry of therapeutic food, nutritional supplements, baby milk, vitamins, and essential medicines.

thecanary.co/global/world-anal

🕎 🇵🇸 ☮️

@EndIsraeliApartheid L'extermination dans la bande de Gaza n'est plus seulement le fait des bombardements israéliens. Parallèlement aux bombes, une politique plus silencieuse et plus meurtrière se met en place : la gestion de la famine comme outil de mort lente, mise en œuvre grâce à un contrôle minutieux de la qualité de la nourriture et de l'aide.

Des restrictions strictes ont été imposées à l'entrée des aliments thérapeutiques, des compléments nutritionnels, du lait pour bébé, des vitamines et des médicaments essentiels.

thecanary.co/global/world-anal

🕎 🇵🇸 ☮️

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Another report from MN from a friend of a friend, a US Citizen:

I am a US citizen from Minneapolis. Yesterday, while doing legal observation, ICE stopped their cars to harass my friend and me. They sprayed pepper spray into the vent of our vehicle. We held our hands in the air and told them we were not obstructing, that the car was in park and they were free to drive forward and away. There was no active immigration raid. They returned to their cars, and drove forward a bit, then decided to stop again. They surrounded us, smashed the windows of our car, opened the doors (they were unlocked), ripped my friend and I out of the car and arrested us on charges of obstruction.
I was put in an unmarked SUV, separated from my friend. As I was put in the back seat an ICE agent tore the whistle off my neck and said “I’ll be taking this, I might need it later.” My phone was knocked out of my hand while being arrested. As we drove away I asked the driver and the passenger if they wouldn’t mind buckling my seatbelt, as they were driving erratically. I was ignored. I asked them if I could have the handcuffs loosened, as I was losing circulation, and was told no. At one point the passenger realized his own driver's license was in the backseat next to mine, and tried to surreptitiously grab it without me seeing it.
We were taken to the Whipple federal building, where I saw dozens of brown people being processed in an unheated garage. I was frisked, told of my charges, and saw buses and vans being prepped. I later learned that these were being filled with detainees and driven to the airport for deportation. As we were led in, I noticed that the building was very busy. I got the impression that one of the 2 agents bringing me around was being trained. At multiple points throughout my stay, government agents were unable to open doors, not sure where they were meant to be going, and overall confused and overwhelmed. They couldn’t figure out how to use the building phones, or complained about a lack of cell service preventing them from checking the internet or making calls.
The people in the cells were extremely scared. We heard people screaming "let me out!", crying, wailing and terrified screams. There were cells with as many as 8 people. I have no way of knowing how long they have been there, if they were allowed any contact with the outside world, or if they were being brought food or water. Most people were staring at the ground with almost no energy. I was not allowed to talk to anyone imprisoned. I distinctly remember seeing a desperate woman. She was staring at the ground with her head in her hands crying, hopeless, while her friend or family member sat on a bathroom seat observed by 3 men.
My friend and I were put in an area for "USCs," which we eventually learned meant US citizens, separated by gender. We were imprisoned for 8 hours, during which my friend was never allowed a phone call. I was allowed to call my wife and tell her where I was. During my interview with Special Agent William and Special Agent Garcia, they asked me to empty my pockets. When I pulled out gloves, Agent William said those were meant to be taken when I was processed, and complained about having to fill out the form again. He frisked me once more, where he found glass in my pocket from when our car window was shattered. He filled out the form listing my personal items again, but put the wrong date. I was read my rights, I pleaded the fifth and was led back to my cell.
Food, water, and bathroom breaks were extremely difficult to acquire. I would ask over the intercom provided in the cell for a bathroom break, be told someone was on their way, then ask again 20 minutes later, be told someone was on their way, wait another 20 minutes, etc. Eventually they either turned off the intercom or it stopped working, because no one would respond. I could get water and bathroom breaks by pounding on the glass when someone happened to walk by and beg them directly. Hours would go by without anyone checking on us. I am vegan and the only food they offered were turkey sandwiches, fruit snacks with gelatin, and granola bars with honey. I eventually ate a granola bar out of hunger.
I was in the cell alone for between 1 and 2 hours, then another man was put into my cell, whose shirt was ripped open from his arrest, and an injured toe, who was carried aggressively into an unmarked car during his arrest. After about 4-5 hours, another man was brought in who had a cut on his head from his arrest. He told me he was tackled by 4 or 5 agents during his arrest. At no point was he offered medical assistance.
Later I was told that a lawyer was here to see me, and I was able to speak with him in a visitation room. The special agent told me that the door could not be closed all the way, so it was cracked during my interaction with my lawyer. I got the impression that they were not used to having lawyers present, and were trying to follow procedure as best they could. I asked an agent if the other detainees were allowed lawyers and was not answered.
At one point, 3 men from the department of Homeland Security Investigations brought me into a cell. They insinuated that they could help me out. After inquiring several times what exactly they meant they finally told me that they could offer undocumented family members of mine legal protection if I have any (I don’t), or money, in exchange for giving them the names of protest organizers, or undocumented persons. I was shocked, and told them no.
Finally, after hours of detention, I was told to follow an agent. At no point was I told whether or not I was being charged, or where I was going, but I was led out of the building. I asked if I could use a phone to call my wife to pick me up, and was told I could not. After pleading for several minutes eventually Special Agent William let me use his phone to call my wife. As I was escorted off the property by government agents, I was told to turn right. I was escorted to the protest area, where 5 minutes later, tear gas was deployed and I was struck by a paint ball gun. I was not protesting, I was simply being released without charges after an 8 hour detention. I was on the other side of the street, as instructed by the agents that released me and the agents shouting orders over a bullhorn. A passerby who was tear gassed was panicking and having an asthma attack, so I helped her find a medic to get her an inhaler. I used a stranger's phone to co-ordinate pickup, and was picked up by my wife.
During my detention I knew that I was being released. I knew that as a citizen of the United States I have legal protection. The hundred or so other people being detained had no such protection. At this time I don’t need your help, it is the families that are being separated, abused, terrorized, harassed and killed that need your help. If this is happening to me, an American citizen born in the United States, then what is happening to the people in here that have no one calling lawyers on their behalf? That have no constitutional rights to due process? What is happening to the people that they will never be released to see their families, go to their jobs, or walk through their city ever again?

Please take care of yourselves, your family, and your community. I am safe and healthy, if you feel compelled to help, please offer your help to the Immigrant Defense Network at immigrantdefensenetwork.org/. If you know someone detained by ICE, call or text CAIR-MN at 612-206-3360 for 24/7 legal intake.”

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