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@hthieblot Trillions

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@FoxTaleStudio @japan_nobunaga I meant Japanese, but yeah.

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@ChuckFBass Choosing violence on a Friday

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@GovPritzker lol

[Matthew S. @MatthewMKE98]

“Welcome in to Sunday Night Football, where we’ll see the Green Bay Packers visiting the Indiana Bears in beautiful Hammond, Indiana”

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“Welcome in to Sunday Night Football, where we’ll see the Green Bay Packers visiting the Indiana Bears in beautiful Hammond, Indiana”

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lol

[Chicago Bears @ChicagoBears]

Statement from Chairman George H. McCaskey and President & CEO Kevin Warren:

[Nav Toor @heynavtoor]

An engineer in Mumbai started building an ebook manager in 2006. Twenty years later, almost 3 million people across 236 countries open it every two months.

His name is Kovid Goyal. The software is called Calibre. He still maintains it as principal developer. The last release shipped a week ago.

It is free. It is GPL-3.0 open source. It runs on Windows, Mac, and Linux.

Here is what it does in plain words.

You drag an ebook into it. It reads almost every format on Earth. EPUB. MOBI. AZW. AZW3. KFX. PDF. Comics in CBR and CBZ. Word documents. Text files.

You can convert any of those into any other format with two clicks. So the book you bought on Kindle can be read on a Kobo. The PDF your professor sent can be read as an EPUB on your phone. The comic in CBR can be turned into an EPUB.

You can edit the metadata, fix the cover, add tags, organize a library of ten thousand books.

You can send the book to your Kindle, your Kobo, your Tolino, your phone, your tablet straight from the app.

You can run a small content server on your own laptop and read your books on any browser in your house.

24,978 stars on GitHub. 2.9 million active installs in the last 60 days. United States is the biggest user base at 14.8 percent, India is in the top 20, every country on the map has it running somewhere.

This is what your personal library was supposed to look like. A folder of files you own. Not a device that locks you in.

(Link in the comments)

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@japan_nobunaga @FoxTaleStudio I would love to hear one of these stories in your native voice. @japan_nobunaga , I think many of us would enjoy it.

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@IronChestCap @HunterBiden This is the way

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@NUCLRGOLF 1 iron straight at the pin

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@ChuckFBass @FFMikeKash Let the butane cook!

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If you’re not yet following this legend, you’re welcome. Enjoy.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.

I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.

Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.

In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.

This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.

The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.

So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.

The owner asked if everything was okay.

"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."

He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"

I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.

I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.

So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.

And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.

Reborn.

A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.

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We used to live in a society

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@japan_nobunaga I have been trusted with castles.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.

He never left it once.

Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.

I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.

"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."

I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.

"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.

He glanced at me. Something passed between us.

"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."

"They never do," I said.

And this is where it turned.

For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.

A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.

Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.

Then he handed me the fork.

"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."

I have been trusted with castles.

I have never been more honored.

He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.

He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.

I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.

Neither of us will ever correct the other.

So tell me, America.

Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?

Have you ever once asked him why?

I think he is still standing there.

Guarding the fire.

Waiting for one person to understand.

[Todd Spence @Todd_Spence]

Someone replaced the dinosaurs in JURASSIC PARK with PEE-WEE HERMAN and I love it even more now 😂🔥 (not created with AI btw)

[まだ面白い @madaomoshiroi]

猫ちゃんがミルクを飲む音から曲を作るネットの人々、意図した訳でもないのに音楽って凄い…

[The Night Warrior @WarriorNight007]

Pup loves hearing stories, his wagging tail and peaceful listening is so lovely

[Luke Arcaini @ArcainiLuke]

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen somebody get a standing ovation for allowing a run.

Cristopher Sanchez smiles as his streak ends. What a moment for the lefty. He’s in baseball history forever.

[slimzim @jameszimmermann]

John Tesh got the idea for iconic NBA theme “Roundball Rock” while traveling and sang it into his answering machine from a hotel room. Here he is playing the original tape then playing it with a full orchestra. Goes insanely hard, greatest American sports theme ever composed: