💙November is Men's Mental Health Month.
struggle to ask for help, or feel they must always be strong.
To every man fighting an unseen battle: You are not weak for feeling overwhelmed. You are not less of a man for crying, opening up, or seeking therapy. You don't have to face everything aloneling
Feel dismissed
therapy
alone
by society
Let's create a world where men feel safe enough to speak, where their emotions are heard, and where asking for help is met with compassion rather than judgment.
A gentle reminder to every man: Your feelings matter.
Your mental health matters. And so do you.💙
My father buried three wives before I turned twenty-one.
The village considered him a tragic man. Three women, three funerals, three beautifully carved headstones, and one grieving husband who never remarried.
I grew up believing my mother was his greatest love.
She died when I was six. I was told she developed a fever during winter and never recovered.
My father never allowed anyone to speak ill of her. Every Sunday, he placed fresh flowers on her grave.
When I turned eighteen, he gave me her wedding ring. He told me I had inherited her hands.
I thought it was the most sentimental thing anyone had ever said to me.
Then, in 1897, my father suffered a stroke. While cleaning his study, I discovered a locked wooden compartment beneath his writing desk.
Inside were three women's wedding photographs. My mother was the first. The second woman had been married to him for eleven months.
The third had been married to him for just seven.
But it was the fourth photograph that made my stomach turn.
A woman I had never seen before.
On the back, in my father's handwriting, were five words:
"My wife. She never died."
I searched through every document in the compartment.
There was a marriage certificate dated 1879, two years before my mother supposedly married him.
And beneath it was a letter addressed to my father.
It read:
"I know what you did to the others. I know what you told their families. But if you come looking for me, I will tell your daughter everything."
The letter was dated three months before my mother died.
I had spent eighteen years mourning a woman whose death certificate I had never actually seen.
And suddenly, I wasn't sure she was dead at all.
AI companies promised that coding would become almost effortless. Now the more one relies on their AI agents, the more you discover that your productivity has a monthly allowance.
Apparently, AI can replace your engineering team, but it can't afford to let that team work all day.
Are these companies actually trying to replace developers, or just make developers permanently dependent on expensive subscriptions?
Sur ce match, Mourinho n’avait aucune raison de sortir Yan Diomandé. Le petit faisait un bon match alors que Vinicius etait vraiment en dessous.
Sa patience envers Vini ne doit pas se faire au détriment du bien des autres joueurs. S’il est en dessous, il doit sortir
NFTs don't have to reveal everything to prove they exist.
That's the fascinating direction FungoLabs is exploring.
Think beyond digital artwork.
Think about collectibles with encrypted identities, private traits, hidden attributes and ownership that remains publicly verifiable.
And it doesn't stop with the Genesis collection.
FungoLabs is building a Launchpad that allows other studios to create their own sealed NFT collections.
Imagine what creators could build with that kind of privacy.
The possibilities are genuinely interesting.
@FungoLabs@zama
My brother-in-law rode with me yesterday and pointed at the button with the little car and the curved arrow on it.
He said, “You know most people leave that on all the time, right?”
I just looked at him. I’ve been pressing that thing for years thinking it was just another way to make the AC colder.
He laughed and said, “That’s not what it is.”
Still don’t fully get when I’m supposed to use it or when I’m better off leaving it off. Anyone actually know?